Chasing A Junkyard Dog

The teenager stared in utter shock as the cop and drug dealer are currently attacking Boris.

Cassandra darted to the right, swiftly swinging at the burly gang member in an attempt to hit his head, but her strike was thwarted as he deflected the blow with his cybernetic arm.

"Gotcha bitch" He snarled while aiming his gun at Cassandra but before he could pull the trigger Cyrus pulled his arm down making the gun blast into the gravel.

Without allowing him a moment to fire again, Cyrus sprang up and thrust his knee into Boris's already fractured nose, causing further damage.

He attempted to break it again, but his cybernetic hand caught the oncoming knee. Cassandra thrust the rim of her shield against Boris's left knee, eliciting a grunt of pain and forcing him to let go of Cyrus's knee.

Another blow from the shield to Boris's knee caused the bone to dislocate, toppling the large man onto one knee. Seizing the opportunity, Cyrus gripped Boris's head firmly and drove his face into the ground with the momentum of his fall.

"Look out on your left!" Cassandra called out making Cyrus quickly bring his arms up and block a strong punch at an unusual angle. The force of that strike made the bones in his arms shake and skid back slightly as it packed a stronger impact than he thought.

Boris twisted his cybernetic arm back into its normal position and swiftly raised his gun, firing a shot at Cyrus. He let out a growl of frustration as Cassandra slid in front, intercepting the bullets.

"Thanks for the triple save," Cyrus said, keeping his eyes on the cybernetic arm. "We've got to break that arm."

"It's going to be tough; it's made of a strange metal," Cassandra remarked, observing Boris as he reloaded his shotgun, which holds three shells. "From the scant intelligence we've gathered, it's harder than most metals and can absorb minor kinetic impacts."

"Got it so avoid getting hit and snap the joints along with kicking his teeth in," Cyrus said with a grin as Cassandra smiled.

"In simple terms, yes. You concentrate on that, and I'll handle his gun; the boys at the office are eager to examine it," she said, while Cyrus eyed the rune-etched shotgun.

"Understood, ready?" Cyrus asked as Boris suddenly injected a dark purple syringe into his thick neck as he stood up.

"Ready," She said as the overweight gang member growled in rage as his veins pulsed and turned bright purple.

"I'M GONNA KILL BOTH OF YOU FUCKS!!" Boris roared in utter rage as his shotgun glowed brightly before dashing forward and throwing a punch at Cyrus who barely avoided it.

The teenager looked on, both shocked and amazed, as Cyrus swiftly grasped Boris's arm and maneuvered into an armbar submission hold.

As Cyrus wrestled with the mechanical joints, Boris simply pointed his weapon at him. Suddenly, a heavy blow struck Boris's natural elbow, causing it to crack and dislocate.

With the danger of having his head blown clean off dealt with Cyrus had nothing to stop him from wrenching the joints out and twist his body leaving Boris's cybernetic arm damanaged and broken.

With both arms hanging limply at his sides Cassandra simply walked over and pressed the baton against his neck making him scream in pain until he slumped to the ground in a daze.

"Damn that was kinda easy if you don't count almost getting blasted four times," Cyrus said with a smirk.

"Only because I had your assistance door kicker," She said with a smile as she put the cuffs on the stunned gang member.

"Aw, man, I missed it," the small fairy from earlier pouted, returning with a police van and five burly officers in tow.

"Don't worry Lala I'm sure you'll get to see the next one," Cassandra said as the other officers dragged Boris into the back of the van along with his weapon.

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"So what was that weird drug he took at the end?" Cyrus asked as he glanced at the teenager in the corner "Because it sure as shit didn't make him any stronger."

"To address your query, we will seek any information from Boris that we can and bring the young boy in for questioning," stated Cassandra, as the officers passed through Yasha and reached out to apprehend the boy, who abruptly disappeared into thin air.

"What the!?" One of the officers yelled as they glanced around the area.

"Damn, that boy looked like he was going to talk," Cassandra muttered, frustration evident on her face.

"I see him, boss, follow me!" Yasha shouted, effortlessly leaping from the two building walls to the rooftop.

"Don't worry, I'll get him," Cyrus shouted, mirroring Yasha's movements and astonishing everyone.

"Lala, follow him! Everyone else, get in the van!" Cassandra yelled as they all hurried to the van and turned on the sirens.

"I love a good chase!" exclaimed Lala, glowing bright pink as she flew after Cyrus, who was skillfully leaping across rooftops.

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"The kid is only teleporting in short bursts," Yasha said as they watched the boy run toward the end of a building and leap as far as he could before teleporting the rest of the way across.

"Which means that's his limit, or he's saving up for one big jump," Cyrus muttered, dashing forward and effortlessly leaping over the gap to reveal the bustling streets below.

"So let's catch the brat," Yasha said, grinning, which quickly faded as he realized he was back in Cyrus's mental space with the others. "What the hell, boss?"

"Sorry, but you'll just scare him, and he might do something rash," Cyrus said, recalling his own fear when he first met Yasha. "I'll make it up to you later."

"You better," Yasha huffed, resembling an annoyed child, while Cyrus maintained his usual pace. He waited for the teenager to teleport across the larger gap before accelerating and landing just a few meters behind him.

"Kid, you wanna stop and tell me why you decided to run?" Cyrus called out as the boy teleported to a different rooftop, nearly causing him to trip over the unexpected change in direction he now had to take.

"Because I know how you cops treat us with your interrogations!" the teenager shouted, vaulting over a gap and using a satellite dish to swing across, which caused someone's TV reception to go fuzzy.

"I'm not a cop, so don't worry, I won't break your bones for information or anything like that," Cyrus called out as he used the same dish to cross the gap. It snapped off the wall, leaving nothing but static on the TV.

"Why are you chasing me?" the boy shouted, his voice tinged with anger and confusion as exhaustion began to set in.

"Because the gang you're involved with has been terrorizing my new friend and the hospital where he works, I want to put an end to it," Cyrus stated as he caught up and placed a firm hand on the boy's shoulder. "Also you seemed frightened when that bastard was forcing you to fetch the pills, so perhaps I can help you too."

"Why would you do that?" asked the teenager, gazing up at Cyrus with an expression mingled with uncertainty, suspicion, and hesitation.

"Because it's the right thing to do, and I might even make a new friend out of it. So, why not?" Cyrus said, his smile broadening.

"You're a weird old man, you know that?" the teenager said with a scoff and a slight chuckle, making Cyrus stare down in utter shock at being called old.

The boy looked up and noticed Lala rapidly gaining on him. In a swift motion, he placed something into Cyrus's left hand and pushed him away with all his might, then he took a leap off the building.

Just as Cyrus prepared to leap down, the boy hurled two rusty metal objects upward and vanished through teleportation.

"What happened to the perp?" Lala shouted, unable to see the boy, before two crudely made objects suddenly appeared right in front of her tiny face.

Cyrus sprang up, swiftly yet cautiously encircling Lala with his right hand before propelling her into the air. At that moment, the devices activated; one emitted a bright light and a deafening noise that overwhelmed his two senses, while another released an orange slime that enveloped his body.

Despite what just happened Cyrus couldn't hide that look of awe on his face at the clever combination of the flashbang and goo grenade.

Tears and stinging pain hindering his vision, causing him to misstep; only one foot landed on the building's edge. He fell, grasping the edge with his free hand, trying to pull himself up. However, the bubbling slime coating his body made him lose his grip, and he tumbled into a dumpster below.

The impact was so intense that it broke the wheels, ripped open all the trash bags, and dented the bottom, trapping him inside as the goo was now expanding.

"Are you okay, Mr. Door Kicker?" Lala asked with concern as she gazed at the destroyed dumpster covered in disgusting trash and orange hard goo.

"I'm fine don't worry about me" Cyrus said as he struggled to keep from vomiting due to the stench of rotten food. "Are you okay?"

"I'm safe and unharmed thanks to you," She said with a large blush on her small face "Oh stay tight and I'll get Miss Violette right away!"

"Please hurry, I think the rats are mad," Cyrus muttered as the squeeking got more agitated.

"That kid really messed you up, boss," Yasha said while trying not to laugh and failing miserably.

"You can say that again, but he did give me this, so let's call it even," Cyrus said, tuning out the laughter as the other three monkeys joined in.

Struggling to maneuver his fingers, he grasped the item the teenager handed him and examined the tiny card.

Junkyard dogs for all your scrap selling and car repairing needs!

A tough-looking, winking pitbull dog and the address both stared back at him as the person who handed it to him put on his hood held the package of pills tightly, and stuck to the alleyways, while a police van zoomed down the road.