Justice by R.T. Adams (big ebook reader .txt) 📕

over to my car, quickly starting it and driving as fast as I could, caring not what others were doing around me. In a matter of minutes, much faster than I left the rest spot, I arrived. However, I was welcomed by ruins and the blood of people, along with a booming sound of some vehicle making a leave. The same vehicle Miss Holly was working on. Most of the hangar had still been standing, so I ran over to it. I looked in and, mostly, the roof and a few parts of the walls were gone. When I looked over to the pile of rubble, I saw Miss Holly trapped under it.

“Holly!” I ran over to her. Her breath was quiet. I knelt down and looked down to her.

“Kimbo,” she softly spoke, “I’m not wrong, am I?” Her eyes seem to be injured, as well.

“Holly, don’t move too much,” I said, “I’ll get you out of this, I swear.” I stood up and climbed up the rubble, shoving things off of the pile.

“Kimbo,” just barely, I heard her and stopped, turning around.

“Holly,” I said. I could feel myself tearing up.

“It’s much too late,” I hopped down from the pile and looked down at her smiling, “Always remember to smile and everything will be alright.”

“You know that isn’t true,” I said, “Besides, the only times you smiled for me were when I worked at the garage.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t smile more,” she said, “But always remember that I’ll be there.”

“Please don’t,” I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. I grabbed her hand and held it in mine. She squeezed my hand weakly, which only made me feel worse.

“Continue your life,” she said, “You must move on.” Soon, her hand slowly started to release mine and her arm went completely limp. Her eyes were closed and a smile still pasted on her face.

After I’d left the hangar, I walked over to the garage. It had been completely destroyed, considering the amount of combustibles and explosives in it. I turned to look towards the motel, which had also been demolished. I feel as though I know the purpose of the note, now. They wanted me, a hunter, to be out of the town so there was no way they could stop them. Soon, I felt rumbling, so I looked around, but saw nothing. I looked up and saw a large ship slowly making its way across the sky. Soon, I noticed a symbol, one I know all too well. They call themselves Justice, but everyone considers them terrorists. They go around destroying locations that they see unfit. If a few hunters are in the location, they’ll find a way to remove them from the location, as they see hunters as people who commit acts justice, as well. However, even hunters see them as the opposition. I walked back over to my car and hopped in, starting it and driving off. I’ve never been too far from the rest spot, so I don’t really know many of the roads around here. However, I did see a few of Justice’s ships hovering above an area, one which had walls. It was likely one of their few bases around here. By the looks of it, a small fort. It was only a few turns ahead, so I decided to go to it. After about a minute of driving, I parked my car in front of the entrance. The gate had been opened because a truck recently came in. It began to close, so I ran for the gate. Much before I closed, I made it in. I looked around and saw quite a few buildings, along with a few patrolling vehicles and men. I snuck along the wall, then got down on my stomach and began crawling through tall grass and bushes. As I made my way through the base, the ships began to lower, all near the center of the base. Once I made sure, I quickly ran across a road, my back against a building. I looked around the corner and noticed two other people sneaking around as well. I crept along the building, until I reached the corner, and I looked around the corner once more. They went through a gate, and so I followed behind them. The area was fenced in, along with some large object within the fence. I stood, my back straightened. I stared at it, the bottom of it glowing a bright blue. They simply walked up to it, one of them shoving a crowbar into the metal. He pried it open a bit and the other grabbed onto it with his bare hands, peeling it off of the object. Inside, a small blue orb sat. One of the lifted a greatsword and began their swing. However, just before the person could hit the orb, a person appeared out of nowhere in a red flash and deflected the man’s swing with a thin blade.

“I don’t think so,” the man said with a grin. He kicked the man with the greatsword, who grunted and fell to his bottom. The other man pulled out a blade and swung, but missed entirely. The man with the thin blade somehow managed to get behind the other man. He bashed the hilt of his thin blade into the other man’s head. He fell to his knees, then he fell forward. The man with the greatsword got up and ran forward, swinging downwards at the man. However, his greatsword collided with the concrete below. The man with the thin sword, again, knocked out the man. I just watched, standing behind a crate. Soon, the alarm sounded. I was startled for a moment and looked around, noticing many feet pattering around. Soon, a group of people spotted me.

“There’s one!” one shouted. He ran for me, so I pulled my blade out and blocked his swing. When I looked down at his hilt, I noticed I was too late to react. A huge burst of wind was emitted from a box on his hilt, knocking me back. I stood back up, grabbing my sword next to me. He charged at me again, so I ducked and swung upwards, moving upward with it. I managed to cut his arm, but he seemed not to flinch at all. He kicked me in the stomach and I was sent back a few steps. I swung my sword again, but he blocked it and, again, a burst of wind emitted from the box, this time flinging my sword out of my hand. He then grabbed an object on his side and forced it onto my body, pressing a button on it. A quick shock had been sent through me, paralyzing my body from movement. I simply fell, my eyes falling shut.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on the ground, a cold hard concrete ground, behind some bars. There wasn’t a bed or anything, really. There had only been a bookshelf with a select few books. Those books were more from either famous authors or entirely unknown authors. I stood up and looked around, noticing only a few other cells. However, hardly any of them had another person in them, other than two that stood out particularly. The other two who had been sneaking around. They were both still asleep. I could hear the footsteps of soldiers patrolling the halls nearby, but not much else. There hadn’t been much to do in the cell, so I just grabbed a few paperback books and fitted them to act as a sword, just a cylindrical once. I swung, only to have it fall apart on me. I picked them back up and put them back where I found them. They’d been similar to magazines, really. I didn’t expect much from them. If I have nothing to do, then I may as well begin reading a book. I grabbed a book by an author I didn’t know, Isshak Guarvi. Without bothering to look at the title, I opened the book and began to read. At first glance, nothing particularly stood out about it. Once I’d gotten deeper and deeper into it, though, I was beginning to get dragged in, as though I was a fish completely susceptible to the lure. I couldn’t remove my eyes from the pages of the book. Naturally, I’d read and read to gather knowledge on such things as demons and such, but to take time and leisurely read a book like this is different. It’s all dreamt up, planned, and then created. Of course, it naturally takes time to do such things. When I finally looked up, I noticed a fairly sizable man with two guards. He wore a tie and suit, along with glasses. He held a big cigar in his hand, as well, the tip of it burning away. He lifted the cigar, placed it in his mouth, and took a huge puff of it, releasing the smoke moments later.

“So you’re Kimbo, the well-known hunter?” his voice was a bit grungy, “Your offense was sneaking in and planning to destroy a generator?”

“Not exactly,” I said, “But I did intend to take down that abomination.” He just chuckled and grinned.

“I like your attitude, kid,” he said, “But it’s too bad you’re not on our side.” He said.

“I guess it is,” I shrugged.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said, pulling a ring of keys from his pocket, “I’ll let you out. However, don’t lean on me too much.” He stuck the key in the lock and unlocked it, sliding the door open. I stood up, placing the book back on the shelf.

“Why?” I said.

“As I told you, I like your attitude,” he took another puff of his cigar, “You, escort him out of the building.” One of the men stood tall and saluted to him. I walked over to the man and we were soon leaving.

“Don’t think you’re off the leash yet because of him,” he said.

“Never thought of it,” I said. Soon, I walked out of the building and back to the world I knew, a big desert. My car just so happened to end up here too, as I saw it nearby. I walked over to my car, the roof down, and looked in the back seat. Surely, my belongings were there, as well as my keys. I reached in, grabbed my keys, got in the driver’s seat, and started the car. I pulled out of the area and began driving on the road. I turned only for a moment to see a humongous building. So I was imprisoned in such a thing? I honestly don’t think he let me go because he liked my attitude, but because I was a hunter. Soon, I found a city, so I drove in and looked around. There were plenty of people on the sidewalks. I turned and went straight. Soon, I found a convenience store, so I pulled in and parked at it. I got out, grabbed my belongings, and put them back onto my body. My blade back at my hip and a pair of suspenders with two holsters, along with the handguns that go with it. I then threw my black jacket on and set out to find something. I walked over, into the convenience store to see what I could find.

“Welcome,” a woman at the register said with a smile. I walked over to her.

“Hello, I’m new here,” I said, “Mind to give me a few tips as to what’s around here?”

“Sure,” she said, pulling out a map of the city. It wasn’t large, but it was most definitely bigger than the rest spot. We exchanged a few words and she pointed out a few essential locations in the city. Once I departed, I thanked her and began to head for a restaurant, as I haven’t had anything to eat for some time.

I walked around, looking for a restaurant, but only found some cafes and a few jewelry shops, each with beautiful wares. Soon,