Side Story

A pair of grand doors flew open into a large circular room with a round table set in the center. A large man with an enraged look stomped into the room, instantly silencing the current conversation. His dark black form fitting shirt was struggling to hold back his massive bulging muscles that seethed with rage. The last step of his fell with such force, the reinforced flooring cracked under his strength.

“Mister Ray-” A timidly shaking fool tried to speak up from his chair, but was silenced by the man’s glare before he was ignored.

The angry man grabbed the empty chair before him, his grip crushing the wooden backrest as he quickly moved it behind his massive form. The power from him taking a seat nearly shattered the throne like chair, which was supposed to have been made stronger than normal.

“Can we help you Tars Rayne?” An old man with a cane held in both hands before him spoke up.

“That depends, Marcus Xander.” Tars growled while glaring at the old man. Marcus just motioned for him to continue, causing Tars to grunt in displeasure. “Why has Juice and Potions reached my world? I thought we had a deal.” Tars’ fist caused the table to dent while shaking under the force.

“We do, and I don’t know what you are talking about Tars. We shut production of that stuff down when the Force got wind of it, too hot to handle.” Marcus sighed as he shook his head while leaning back in the chair. “Boys?” His eyes turned sharp as he looked at the others seated in the room.

“N-n-oo, no sir.” The timid fool looked down to avoid the gazes from both men.

“We opened a new juice bar next to that cafe in-” The youngest looking one gulped as he tried to reach for his drink on the table before it all spilled as Marcus interrupted him.

“Not that, sorry Tars, he’s new blood this month. Dan passed.” Marcus looked downcast as he had a small moment of respect for a fallen comrade. “Only the Flanders family would have any ties with the stuff, they were the ones who hired those researchers.”

“Are you sure?” Tars vanished in a moment before reappearing next to Marcus, his hand holding the man’s head like a ball. “Talk is cheap, old man.” Tars slowly applied pressure to his skull.

“AURGH!! YES YES!! YOU BRUTE!!” Marcus screamed as the pain increased.

“Swear on your son’s life.” Tars dropped the bleeding man on his knees. Marcus struggled to stand up before the beast of a man towering over him. With the help of his cane, he straightened his back with the pride of his years of experience.

“I swear on my grandson’s life I’m not lying.” Marcus’s pointer finger glowed as he touched his forehead. The glow faded without any effect.

“Your grandson?” Tars chuckled slightly amidst his anger.

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“My son is a useless fool, but he did right by his boy. I don’t want this life for them, Tars, you should understand this.” Marcus’ gaze never wavered from the stronger man’s glare.

“I do, so please understand my anger, because it affects my daughter.” The air in the room got hard to breathe as all the men felt a deathly aura emit from Tars. It vanished a moment later as the man turned to exit the room.

“Good luck.” Marcus watched as Tars departed, the massive security doors shutting behind him.

“Were those automatic?” The young newbie asked.

“No you moron.” The fool hissed.

“Never anger the Boss of the Rayne Syndicate, this is the most important lesson you should take from today, young ones.” Marcus sighed as he drank a health tonic he took from his inventory. “That family isn’t made for this side of things, but they get the job done. Just don’t end up on their wrong side, it won’t end well.” He started to walk out of the room, the cane tapped on the ground as a Pal Sphere manifested before flashing away. A massively large Pal stood before the doors and began the struggle of pushing them open.

“How did he open the doors?” The new guy asked as he joined Marcus and the fool to leave the room.

“Power, my young one, power beyond our Mortal reach, for now.” Marcus’ face went from kind old man to evil lord.

“Do you think it’ll work?” The timid fool asked.

“It already has been.” Marcus cackled as he recalled the Pal, the doors slamming shut behind them, sealing the space from all who didn’t know of its existence.

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“Hoss!” Tars yelled out as he entered a heavily forested area. The trees of this forest would make a Redwood feel like a sapling, as their canopies would sometimes catch the clouds.

“Here Boss!” Hoss was Tars’ right hand man and one of the few people left from his difficult past. “What’s the word?” He and the squad of people behind him snapped to attention.

“The Flanders Family ends tonight.” Tars opened his hand as a dark sphere hovered above it. “Get your squad ready, they will pay for touching my family!” He yelled in anger as the sphere released a gigantic draconic Pal which matched his yell with its roar.

“For Family!” The people cried out as their Pals were summoned and joined the war cry.

“Let's wrap this up quickly. I want to see my girls.” Tars growled as he leaped upon the head of his dragon Pal. It took off with a powerful force, followed by a myriad of Pals soaring through the night sky. Their bloodlust was nearly visible as they sought out their victims.

“What’s the plan boss?” Hoss flew closer to Tars.

“Obliterate them.” Tars snarled while his Pal growled with an evil looking grin.

“With pleasure boss.” Hoss and his Pal fell back in line with the other excited personnel.

“This one is personal.” Tars closed his eyes as he mentally prepared to end his enemies. “You touched my family.” His eyes opened with a dangerous glow to them, matching the glowing eyes of his Pal. “YYoouu wwiillll ddiiee.” Tars and his Pal spoke as one. “KILL”