The Enforcers

Dawson set in the chair as the Enforcer paced back and forth. He was currently being interrogated by the man for being at a crime scene.

During that time he had learned that the Enforcers name was Warren Grain. "Okay!" Mr. Grain said pinching his nose as he turned to look at Dawson. "So. Let me get this straight." He said sitting down across from Dawson. "So you just happened to be walking down the street. Saw an over the top buff as hell Manus and thought. 'Oh yeah, I can take that!' Then you proceed to jump him. You get knocked out. Then wake up a few hours later and somehow proceed to beat up several people all armed with guns than you fight the guy who knocked you out and you somehow manage to beat him?"

"Yeah," Dawson said nodding. "Than you showed up. I tried to jump you hoping you would show me badass martial arts move but, you instead used your Attribute and slammed me into the ground and handcuffed me." He said filling in the recap. "Also? Did I blackout at all? I don't remember blacking out. I have a terrible memory when I first wake up but my head hurts... Like a lot..."

"I see..." Mr. Grain said nodding. He pulled out a large metallic bird with a crystal attached to it. A large wire with a microphone was connected to the bird. He hit a button as he spoke into it. "Yeah, this guys definitely high."

"What! No, I'm not!", Dawson growled standing up before he remembered that his hands were cuffed. He frowned as he moved his wrist apart breaking the handcuffs. " Listen here," Dawson said. "I don't have time for this blasted trial." He said turning away.

"Suspect is now complaining. Knocking him out again."

"Like I'm just gonna let you- Wait did you say again-"

'Bonk!'

(Eleven years Ago)

"Boy!" A voice snapped waking a child up. The child set up yawning slightly. Dawson opened his eyes slowly seeing Lin standing above him.

"Sensei?" Dawson asked raising an eyebrow. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Is it finally my turn to take the ritual?" He questioned. He looked at his clock seeing that it was extremely late into the night.

Lin was silent for a second as he grabbed a bag. "No... Change of plans." Lin said throwing some of Dawson's clothes into the bag. "We're going on a road trip kid..." He stated.

"A road trip?" Dawson asked confused as he set up.

"Yeah... This will be special training... We need to... Uh... Train you in using stealth." He said suddenly. "We'll be leaving... I'm going to teach you some cool techniques..."

"Why?" Dawson asked curiously.

"Stop asking so many damn questions you brat!" Lin stated. He grabbed Dawson as he stood up. They were about to leave when they heard quiet mumering from outside the door.

"Yes... This is the boys' room." A voice said.

"And you are sure he isn't able to produce an egg inside himself?" They asked.

"Do you dare to tell the King he is wrong?" They asked.

"No! But you have to admit. It's definitely strange." The voice said. "Oh well. He was already the worse in his class.'

"Dawson!" Lin hissed. "Get behind me!"

"Are you going to do the thing?" Dawson asked raising an eyebrow.

Lin smirked slightly. "Yeah kiddo..." He said messing up Dawson's hair. "Stand back." He turned facing the door as a black Aura with a red outline covered his body. The Iris of his eyes became a Scarlet red that seemed to suck in the light as a black vein began to come out of his body. He looked up smirking slightly. "Monsterfication!" He shouted.

(Present day. Ten Minutes after Dawson fell unconscious.)

Dawson's head lifted off the table as he looked up to see that Enforcer. "Wha-" He read a name on the badge. Warren Grain? Next to Mr. Grain was an old man with Electric Blue eyes and long white hair. He had a long white beard and wore a pair of loose-fitting red robes. Dawson could feel a wave of power coming from both of them putting himself on edge.

Despite that though he couldn't help but feel excited. They looked strong. Extremely strong. He thought about what their patterns would be. How would they react to his punch? How would they throw a punch? What about there kicks. How would they react to this versus that!

This was Dawson's favorite thing to figure out. He wanted to dissect them, not physically but mentally as he studied them.

"So!" The old man said smiling slightly. "Tell me, young lad. What's your name?" He asked tilting his head? He looked strangely happy.

Dawson narrowed his eyes as he stared at the old man. He reminded him of his Gramps. At least in terms of power... "Dawson... Dawson Blight."

"Blight!" The old man said shocked. "Why that's the legendary name from the prophecy-"

"Actually sir the name from the prophecy is Bight." Mr. Grain said. "Also we have been over this. That's from a children book. It's not a real prophecy."

"Oh..." The old man said. "My mistake your a nobody. Sorry." He said sheepishly.

Dawson stared at the old man in confusion. This guy... Was certainly strange. He seemed... Loopy. Like he was in his own little world. As if nothing really concerned him. Was it just an act? Or was he actually insane? He seemed... Like a child. But yet. He had this way about him that demanded power.

"Dawson Blight..." The old man said as if testing the name. "You wouldn't happen to be related to Lin Blight would you?" He asked raising an eyebrow as he cocked his head to the side. He cocked it to the side too much though and almost fell out of his chair until Mr. Grain put a hand on his shoulder steadying him.

"Answer the question!" Mr. Grain demanded.

"What is this? Bad cop, Crazy cop?" Dawson asked raising an eyebrow.

"Ha! He called you crazy!" The old man said pointing at Mr. Grain.

"Sir... I don't think I'm the... You know what never mind. Answer the question brat."

Dawson rolled his eyes as he looked at the old man. "Well. Yeah. Lin is my Grandpa. Do you know him?"

"No, I just happened to know the exact name." The old man said in a deadly serious way. "So how is he? Last I talked to him he was talking about joining a completely evil cult. Nearly cut off my arm! You know the thing friends do! Also! Where's your grandpa? He's under arrest!" He smiled as he tilted his head in an innocent way. He smiled in an innocent way as if he was a child who just got caught cooking meth.

"Suspect isn't answering!" Mr. Grain said as he stepped forward. "Knocking him out again."

"Like I'm just gonna let you- Wait did you say again-"

Mr. Grain brought his arm up as he slammed it down. Dawson just barely managed to step back dodging it. The attack split the metal table in half as a green aura covered Mr. Grain and he activated his Mantra.

"Oh hey!" The old man said surprised. "He's gotten faster!" He said. "Mr. Grain. Don't knock him out. I have a better idea." He said holding his hand down. He stared at Dawson in a childlike way. "So. It's clear that you won't tell me what I want to know about Lin. The Zuì family doesn't seem to have him anymore... So he must have left. My guess is because of you." The old man leaned forward slightly as he stared at Dawson. "Do you know who I am?" He questioned.

Dawson was silent for a moment but he did eventually answer. "Your Mas Sturm. The Headmaster at Oleander Academy. The school where people train to become Enforcers..." He answered. He tried not to spit up that last part.

"Correct!" Mr. Sturm said smiling. He held his arms up. He did a little seated dance stranging Dawson out even more. Than. As if flipping a switch he suddenly went serious. He looked forward in a serious manner with absolutely no joking. "You see. Every day more and more Enforcers unfortunately die. Every day more Demi show up. New ones. Some... Some are starting to seem like that blasted family your grandpa was in. The Zuì. They seem to have grown now. Either that or more and more people are discovering the way of monsterfication. This generation has reached its power peak. Now. We need the next generation to rise up." He looked, Dawson in the eye suddenly. "I want you to join the Enforcers-"

"No," Dawson said simply folding his arms

"Why you!" Mr. Grain said annoyed as a green aura covered him. "How dare you!"

"Settle down Mr. Grain." Mr. Sturm said chuckling. He went serious again as he stared Dawson down. "Alright. Let's cut to the chase." He said simply as he twiddled his thumbs. "You seem like a complete suicidal maniac who enjoys a good fight. Well if you go to Oleander you will be faced with several powerful people and Demi." He said. "Not only that but we have several powerful teachers who I can tell you wouldn't mind having a good fight." He said. "Also! We have cookies!"

Dawson stayed silent for a moment. "I'll admit. It's tempting." He said nodding his head. "But despite that, I'll still say no." He said shrugging. "I could just fight the Enforcers if I really crave a battle." He sakd shrugging. "And if I really want cookies I'll just steal some."

"Ahh but that would be illegal." Mr. Grain said.

"So..."

"Why you!"

Mr. Sturm cleared his throat once again stopping the two from fighting. "Well. How about this then." He said looking up. "Your grandfather is on the run from both the Enforcers and the Zuì family right. Well, what if I promise to start reworking your grandfathers trial and clear up his record a bit."

"You really think I would care about that?" Dawson said almost laughing. "That's not an offer. I haven't seen Gramps in nearly three years." He said chuckling. "He didn't like that I beat up a few people with his technique and we had a fight about it."

"Technique?" Mr. Sturm said curiously. Realization suddenly flooded him as he stared shocked. "You don't mean the Flying-Fist-Of-Crushing-Earth!" He said shocked.

"One of the twelve legendary martial arts?" Mr. Grain said in surprise. "A criminal and a brat know it! How! I thought it takes thirty years to learn!"

"Nah! Took me three months!" Dawson said simply as he threw his arms behind his head. "I don't really use it much anymore. I learned a few other cool moves and I don't like how the move twist my arms. Besides I made my own style that's way cooler." It was a lie. His style sucked. He could easily learn any martial arts but creating his own was way to hard.

Mr. Sturm hummed slightly. "Dawson." He said looking at the boy. "Do you like learning new styles of martial arts?" He asked with curiosity.

"Of course I do," Dawson said staring at his hands. "Learning a person style and figuring out there martial arts is awesome. I slowly adapt to it adding it to my arsenal."

Mr. Sturm smiled as if he found a checkmate. "Well! How about this." He said standing up. "At Oleander many strange and powerful people join all with there own unique fighting style." He said with a slight smirk. "Not only that but this year a tournament for the students will be held. And the winner will get to train with me!" He said proudly.

"Now wait a minute sir!" Mr. Grain said startled. "You're not actually thinking of having this boy learn the-"

"Yes!" Mr. Sturm said cutting off Mr. Grain. "Young Dawson. Join my school and you might be able to learn the Falling-Fist-Of-Soaring-Air!" He said as his hands moved through the air. They moved down quickly as a spark of electricity and pure heat was left behind. His arms instantly shot back up as a loud crack was heard as the sound barrier caught back up to his hands.

Dawson blinked haven only seen a blur of the strike due to its speed. "That... Was... So... God... Damn... Cool..." In a moment he was suddenly reconsidering his andwer.

"Sir I have to say that this is a stupid idea." Mr. Grain said.

And suddenly Dawson really wanted to join just to make Mr. Grain salty. "You know..." Dawson said trailing off. "I'm not a good person. Teaching me a dangerous move could be bad?" He said raising an eyebrow.

"You already know one." Mr. Sturm said giving off his reasoning. "Besides. If you join the Enforcers I would be able to keep my eye on you. Take you under my wing and make sure you reach your potential." He said holding his arms out.

Dawson considered it. "I don't like playing a hero." He warned.

"Then don't. Just don't play a Villian." Mr. Sturm replied. He held his hand out.

Finally, Dawson smiled. "Sure." He said shaking the hand. "What could go wrong."