Chaos erupted through the school as the emergency announcement echoed over the loudspeakers. The message was brief, but the urgency was unmistakable: "All students, evacuate immediately." The atmosphere shifted instantly as teachers scrambled to organize the evacuation, pushing the students to head towards the main gates. Despite their commands for calm, murmurs and speculation rippled through the crowd.
“Is this real? What’s happening?” “I heard it’s because of that green-haired kid!” “Wasn’t Lockey called to the office just before all this started? Do you think it has to do with him?”
Amid the sea of panicked students, Adam spotted Marco, Rina, and Isabell near the courtyard. Swiftly weaving through the commotion, he reached them. His face betrayed his anxiety. “Guys, I think Lockey’s in some serious trouble.”
Marco frowned. “Why do you say that?”
Adam quickly recounted Lockey’s sudden call to the office and the strange occurrences that followed. “This is bigger than any of us thought,” he said, glancing at the chaos unfolding around them.
Rina, always determined, clenched her fists. “We can’t just stand here. We have to help Lockey. He might need us.”
Adam’s eyes widened at the suggestion. “Are you out of your mind? Going up against the WCM? That’s suicide, Rina. We could get caught up in something we don’t understand.”
Marco nodded in agreement, a cautious tone in his voice. “He’s right. We don’t know what we’re dealing with here. We could make things worse.”
Rina sighed, backing off but not fully conceding. “Alright, fine, but I’m still going to talk to my brother. He might know something. He’s been acting strange since Lockey showed up.”
As the group made their way towards the school gates, Rina couldn’t shake the feeling that her brother knew far more than he was letting on. The situation was spiraling out of control, and the answers were slipping through their fingers.
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In the now-abandoned school, silence reigned. Dust filled the air as Lockey walked through the darkened corridors, his steps echoing in the stillness. His chest tightened with a mix of regret and defiance. “This is how it ends,” he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible in the quiet. He once felt exhilaration at the idea of wielding such power, but now the weight of it crushed him.
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Lockey paused, glancing out the broken windows. “If this is my last stand,” he whispered, a sly grin creeping onto his face, “I might as well go out with a bang.”
As he prepared himself for what was coming, the distant sound of footsteps reached his ears. The WCM agents were closing in. Clad in black and equipped with advanced weaponry, they moved with precision, ascending the stairs to his location.
Lockey tensed as a shadow flickered in the corner of his vision. Without hesitation, the agents launched their attack. Bolts of energy shot through the air as they closed in on him, their weapons humming with deadly power. The corridors were lit with brief flashes as Lockey countered, his Key clashing against the WCM’s tech in a deadly dance of destruction.
One by one, Lockey cut through the agents, his movements swift and lethal. But just as the last of the initial team fell, reinforcements arrived—an elite squad known as the Vanguard. They moved with cold efficiency, throwing tiny smoke bombs that filled the air with a thick, toxic cloud.
Lockey’s breathing quickened as he covered his nose, his mind racing. WCM smoke… designed to weaken Ciphers. His thoughts blurred as the Vanguard closed in, their gas masks shielding them from the very smoke choking him. Desperate, Lockey gathered the strength to unleash his Key, cutting through the dense smoke with a powerful slash that obliterated everything in its path. Only a handful of the Vanguard remained.
Seizing the opportunity, Lockey dashed to the top floor, searching frantically for an escape. The halls stretched before him like a maze, each exit sealed or blocked. There was no way out.
Then, a footstep echoed behind him. Spinning around, Lockey’s eyes widened as a towering figure emerged from the shadows—a hulking man with an afro, his massive frame dominating the corridor.
“So, you’re Lockey,” the man growled, his voice low and menacing. “Your journey ends here.”
Lockey’s eyes narrowed, defiance burning within them. “You think you can kill me? I don’t know what your plans are for the Beta Vault, but if I die, you’ll never get what you’re after.”
With a grunt, Lockey shifted into a defensive stance, readying himself for the inevitable fight. The man, Afron, studied him with a cold, calculating gaze.
“You’ve never faced a Cipher of my level before,” Afron observed. “This is your first real battle.”
Lockey stiffened as he felt an invisible force press down on him. His knees buckled under the weight, and he gasped, struggling to speak. “You… you’re a Cipher, too?”
Afron smirked. “The Gamma Vault chose me,” he said simply, before moving with lightning speed.
Before Lockey could react, he felt the sharp sting of a syringe piercing his neck. His body grew weak, his vision swimming. As he collapsed to the floor, consciousness slipping away, he realized that for the first time, he had been utterly defeated.
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