Nerian overhears his classmates talking. He looks over at them with his (Now) lifeless green eyes.
Classmate 1 (whispering into the other classmate's ear): Did you hear? Nerian's brother got put into a hospital by fighting some thug.
Classmate 2 (a bit louder than the previous classmate): That's what you get working with gangsters!
Classmate 1 (slaps the other one gently): Shh, Nerian is here. He'll feel bad if we talk about his brother.
Nerian (In his mind): It's not my problem anymore.
Nerian arrives at home. Before entering his house, he sees 2 young kids running around.
Kid 1 (in a joyful tone): Catch me if you can!
Kid 2 (In a casual tone): you're gonna trip, if you keep running so fast!
Kid 1 (Scrunching his eyes shut, he stuck out his tongue in a playful, teasing manner, a mischievous grin spreading across his face): Nuh uh, I'm the fastest runner in the world! I'm gonna be faster than Usain bol-
Joan (screaming from downstairs): Nerian! Me and your father are home, we bought some pempek. Come down, let's have dinner! Well it's a snack, because it doesn't have rice in it.
Asbjorn (In his mind, looking at his wife): That hurt you know!
Joan (tilting her head to Nerian): Look at him.
Asbjorn (In a serious tone): Son, please stop and eat your food. The doctor said your brother will be fully recovered in a few months.
Nerian (tears dripping down): Bli-blizzard?
Blizzard (using a chair as an armrest, waving his hand): Hello brother!
Nerian ( Grinning as more tears begin to drip down, Joyfully crying): BLIZZARD! I-I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
Blizzard (gestures his hand to Nerian, in a casual tone): Stop my brother, you don't need to cry over me.
Nerian (In a gentle tone, he lowers his head): But... You're in that bed because of me... I used you as a safety net, I didn't think of what would happened.
Blizzard (In a serious tone): Brother. You're making yourself miserable, just because you made a mistake.
Nerian (in a melancholic tone): But that wasn't a minor mistake, it costed you your jaw.
Blizzard: A jaw that can be repaired within due time.
Nerian: Wha-what are you implying?
Blizzard (In a serious tone once again): Brother. I have a quote for you. "Does man think he will be left alone?"
Blizzard (In a casual tone, grinning while having a soft expression): Come on brother. You know you want to.
The world is gray. Lifeless. And dull.
Oh teakkkk~ you have a call
Oh teaky my sweet sweet cutie. Please answer the call, it's probably veryyy important.
Teak (In a tired, drained, and lifeless tone): Yes...
?: Hello? I'm Sorry to call so late.
Teak (rejuvenated): Well! This is a pleasant surprise.
?: I-okay? I've been thinking about it... I want to join back,
Teak (In a ecstatic tone): You've never left. Nerian Beaumont.
Nerian: Wh-why did you say my full legal name?
Teak (rubbing her nose, in a tired tone): Sorry. Just overworked that's all.
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0605/2025, 6.00 AM.
Nerian (In his mind, looking at hiswindow): That's weird... I could've swore i closed it yesterday. Eh, Mom probably opened it up.
Nerian (Screaming): Mom! Could you please answer the door? I'm still uhh... Changing my clothes.
Joan (from downstairs, screaming): Of course sweetie!
? (In a Joyful tone): Hello! You must be miss Beaumont correct?
Joan (screaming from downstairs): Nerian! Your friend is here! She's coming upstairs to you!
Nerian (Confused): Hah?
Nerian (in a excited tone): O-Olive?
"Shot of olive backing off from nerian"Olive (Pointing at herself): Who else silly?
Joan (in her mind): It's nice to see my sweetie have a friend come over. Especially now... She seems sweet, I'd love to have her over for dinner!
Olive (In a joyful tone, eyes full of joy): Woahhh, your room is so pretty!
Nerian (Caught off guard, flustered): What? It's nothing special, it's just a normal room.
Olive (Looks at Nerian): What are you doing?
Nerian (continues to pack his clothes, in a casual tone): Unpacking my things. I was originally going to go prepared, but seeing as you, olive. I'd figure it wasn't necessary anymore.
Olive (Snaps her fingers): That's exactly why Teak is so interested in you!
Nerian (Olive is chanting in the background): So what are we going to do?
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That fuckin' brute roughen me up pretty badly..
Am I a vampire? I got fuckin' pale skin.
My. You've sustained quite the injury haven't you?
Ay' if you're here to finish the job, just do it. I CAN'T STAND MOVING AROUND LIKE THIS.
Nonsense. You have so much potential, and yet you yourself haven't realized it.
Ma-mate I'm not in the mood for philosophy. If you're a philosopher, why the FUCK are you doing down here?!
I am not a philosopher.
The balaclava man (checking him out, confused): What is a priest, like you doing here mate?
? (Sticking his hand out for a handshake): I'm not a priest as well.
?: Smart. You're bleeding out heavily, need some help?
The balaclava man (Gives a middle finger): Fuck off!
?: That's not nice. You want to kill the "Brute" right?
The balaclava man (Livid): No shit. I WANT TO GOUGE HIS FUCKIN' EYES OUT!
?: Then follow me. I will guide you, alongside with others. And we will see that Brute's,
friends, family. Perish.
The balaclava man (looking at the mysterious man's eyes): That's a lovely shade of red mate.
? (Grinning): The name's Alric.
The balaclava man: I didn't ask for your name.
Alric: Well now you know.
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04/06/2025.
CB is complicated. So I'll try to keep it short for you.
I'm not retarded. I can understand complexity, you cunt.
We'll learn manners after this.
Oh like manners would do anything in a fuckin' warzone.
First of all, the very fundamentals of charged blood-is the adrenaline glands producing too much adrenaline for the body to handle, so the mind instinctively-redirects the adrenaline to blood cells. And nerve system as well. Thefore, giving CB users heightened senses, faster reflexes, strength, and speed. They're more flexible with their bones as well thanks to the adrenaline.
As for CB-infused attacks, it's simple. A CB user just has to redirect a portion of their adrenaline to their fist, or legs for a more effective blow.
The balaclava man (Australian accent): You're fuckin' kidding me? Adrenaline is what makes us so powerful? I thought it was magic or some bullshit.
Alric (Grinning): I thought you said you knew-
Balaclava man (Deadpan tone): Alric, mate. If another WORD comes out of your mouth, I'm throwing the fuckin' TV at your head.
Alric (Surprised): What's her name?
The balaclava man (Looks at Alric): You trying to go out with her mate? I can see why, she's smoking!
Alric (He's curious about Indah): No... That aura, you see it right?
The balaclava man (looks back at the TV): That wasn't a special effect?
Alric (His gaze is fixated on Indah): I need her...
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5 hours later.
I
Miss indah! How is it being the national actress for Indonesia?
Oh it is quite fun! I wish I could say more, but I have to go.
Indah (in her mind, she's walking to her limo-waiting for her. On the iconic, red carpet): Ugh... I hate this, I feel restless ever since 2 months ago. I just want to burn off some energy at home.
In
Oi, nicked your limo for the entrance — proper showstopper, yeah? You’re welcome, love.
Indah (in her mind, shocked expression as the figure gets closer and closer to her): He.... He's the same as me! Is he wearing a balaclava to obscure his identity? What is he after? Wait... Is he...
Oi.
Balaclava Man (grinning under the mask): You’re a real stunner, ain’t ya? Fancy headin’ out with me? I’m a top bloke with the ladies, no worries.
The balaclava man (In his mind):Does she ever cock up, or is she as cold as piss? Gotta clock that for when that fuckwit spins his 'info' bullshit.
KRUNCH.
The balaclava man's eyes widen, as he looks down to his chest. Indah's fist rocketed into it, causing some ribs to crack.
The balaclava man (in his mind): WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE BLOODY FUCKIN' RIBS!
The balaclava man (In his mind): That was very fuckin easy.
You burnt too much energy. Charged Blood is connected to muscle, nervous systems, and bones and ligments. Luckly you only used a bit of Charged Blood, however a bit. Will backfire, since you're new at this. Alric's voice.
The balaclava man: What about my fight with the brute?
Well it's simple. That "brute" was actually eligible for officer. You bled a lot, now you're lacking the charged blood needed for the bare minimum. This... Indah girl, has untapped potential in her.
Nerian (in his mind): How long is she going to sleep? I'm getting tired Myself, just waiting for her...
Wake up silly!
Nerian (Befuddled): Wh-what? How di-did, HOW!
Olive (in a joyful tone): That's why you shouldn't take your eyes off me! Now, do you know how to turn on Charged Blood?
Olive (Gesturing): You did it! It only took 2 weeks! You're a fast leaner!
Nerian (Curious): Wait how did you know I turn CB on?
Olive: Well it works like this..
A CB user who has basic knowledge of CB, whether rouge or with an organization. Can detect any human, possessing CB. There are two types of presence in a CB user. Calm and collected, these CB users already know how to keep CB flowing, just enough so that they fight at a moment's notice. And then the silly heads.
How did we detect other CB users? Simple! We used the long, forgotten 6th sense of danger. Our mind instinctively renders anyone not being able to use CB, as non-threatening. With CB users, they have a distinct glow to them. And not in a metaphorically sense, but literal. You'll see CB users out in public, having an aura, ordinary people can't see. Olive: Understand?
Nerian (Visualizing the entire explanation in his head): Uhh I think so?
Olive: Great! Now can you turn off CB?
Nerian (Raising his hand): Wait how do I turn it off?Olive (Looking at his bed, in a gentle tone): You know how to already.
Olive (Looks back at Nerian, in a joyful tone): Try it on!
Nerian (Casual tone): Can we go to a movie after this?
Olive: Like it?
Nerian (happy): It's my favorite color!
Nerian: So am I a F agent now?
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