The White Knight’s brute strength was frightening. Even Caiden, with his own remarkable strength, paled in comparison to the White Knight. This sword fight was much different than the one with Neo. Despite his cybernetic enhancements, Neo fought with the mind of a skilled human. The knight had no human reservations or emotions, such as mercy or guilt. The White Knight was simply a cold-blooded killing machine. Caiden used the knight’s strength against him by completely letting up on the sword lock.
The forward momentum forced the knight downward toward the concrete as Caiden stepped to the side to parry the White Knight’s blade, leaving a small opening. He followed up with a powerful punch, connecting with the knight’s lower jaw. Caiden could feel the metal jaw contort and twist. The White Knight countered with a powerful kick to Caiden’s rib cage as it fell face first toward the concrete. Caiden’s punch disrupted the knight just enough to lessen the impact of the knight’s kick. It still took the air out of him and managed to crack a few ribs, while sending him flying into the adjoining alleyway, skidding across the damp concrete!
Blood trickled down from Caiden’s forehead. The downpour of rain continued its onslaught as he struggled to his feet with the help of his sword. Why? Why do I keep standing? I lost her. I lost everything! Why fight? he hopelessly thought to himself. As soon as he regained his footing he looked up and found a dumpster flying toward him! He instinctively dodged and sought to gain a clear visual of his enemy when another dumpster was sent flying toward him! Caiden leapt back. Metal trash cans were being thrown at him. The trash cans obstructed his vision, leaving him no choice but to maintain his defensive maneuvers. White Knight barreled through with a powerful jump kick to Caiden’s stomach. Caiden partially blocked the attack, but it still sent him flying back.
Caiden was sprawled out on the ground. His vision was blurred from the combination of the agony and the rain falling. Through his clouded vision, he saw the White Knight standing over him, the tip of the energy blade an inch from his face. Shit, I guess this is it. Yvora, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. Nami and Hitomi, I’m really sorry I couldn’t get you back home. And Vantz, I don’t know what to say, he solemnly thought to himself as tears began to well up in his eyes. The White Knight grabbed Caiden by the front of his shirt and held him up with one hand. Caiden’s gunblade dematerialized and returned into his forearm; he didn’t have the strength to use it.
“Termination of Caiden Nyx; complete,” White Knight heartlessly remarked.
Caiden defiantly laughed as more blood and tears flowed down his cheeks. The White Knight tucked his sword away and held up his open palm to Caiden’s chest. The middle of his metal palm showed a strange red circular device. Some sort of palm blaster, Caiden thought to himself. The circular device began to glow brighter when there was a loud screeching sound. It was a reverse shock wave mechanism built into his palm. Caiden mustered up just enough strength to swing his body to the side as the White Knight fired his palm blast. The power of the palm blast blew Caiden away, sending him crashing through a brick wall across the alley. The damage was devastating, it compromised the buildings structural integrity. Dust, debris, and bricks came tumbling down as a result. As the dust cleared, the White Knight strolled over to the broken wall to inspect Caiden’s dead body.
He found nothing; no trace of blood or human remains, no weapon, no sign of life. He dug through the rubble; still nothing. From inside the building, a small rectangular device flew toward the knight and stuck to his armor like a magnet. After a five second delay, the White Knight was rendered immobile. The White Knight began convulsing due to the electric shock overriding his inner circuits.
“M-Michael. My name is Mi-Michael. M-Michael. M-Michael. Michael,” the knight began to say while glitching. His voice was cutting in and out like bad static on an old TV.
The White Knight managed to lift his head just enough to look up. Through the bolts of electricity distorting his visual feed he saw Caiden, glaring at him with intense turquoise eyes from the darkness. If looks could kill, the White Knight would’ve exploded. Who the fuck is Michael? Caiden wondered. The White Knight helplessly watched as Caiden made his escape through one of the doors inside the building.
Vantz turned off the TV. “Caide, I hate asking this, and maybe my eyes are fucking with me, but is it me, or did that composite picture look kinda like you?” Vantz cautiously asked.
“What the hell is going on?” Caiden asked as he sat on the edge of his bed.
“Caide, I know this is crazy of me to ask you, and I really feel like an asshole for having to ask this, but please, please tell me that wasn’t you. You didn’t do this right?” Vantz asked nervously.
“Vantz, are you fucking serious? Why in the world would I, of all people, do something like that? You know me way better than that,” Caiden said.
“Phew! Okay, this is good. I know. I’m sorry dude, but I had to ask just to be sure. So if you didn’t do this, then who?”
“I dunno man! One thing is for sure; I didn’t do this! But I’m gonna find out who did,” Caiden said with conviction.
“How?” Vantz asked.
“How else?” Caiden said suggestively.
“Wait! No, dude. You’re gonna hack the feds? Isn’t that just a little too dangerous!? Like, they can lock you up for life! You know
