Future Technology

Timothy scampered through the foyer in a hotfoot, craving to notify others about the human rascals arranging an assassination commission.

"Kate!" he widened the door and glanced inside the bedroom, only to develop a dazed perspective. Aurora wasn't inside, but her notebook rested on the oak desk. "Where did she go?" he carried on in feeling hysteria.

Ayuka treaded behind him and held a napkin that pleated around her wrists, "If you're looking for Aurora, she went outside to gather some fresh air. Being inside her chamber the entire time made her feel dizzy, but I'm sure she'll be okay." Timothy's eyes were swollen and enticed him to rush back outside with haste, keeping Ayuka baffled and muddling her.

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Aurora toured herself through the city's fundamental street with the darkness distracting her. She angled her arm over her bosom and inhaled the bleak and skin-comforting wind. "I know he's worried and tense about my condition, but I'm fine. He's exaggerating. Though, I appreciate his concern." She perched on the wooden bench and eased her back on the backrest.

She gawked at the glass dome and visualized the alluring, exquisite, dazzling stars lingering in the midnight moonshine. She was festive and optimistic and seemed more levelheaded.

But she didn't recognize or notice the shaded people observing her from the narrow streets, studying her every move and state. Suddenly grim yet religious music began resounding around her in a bellowing, jarring, and chiming tone.

She stood up in uneasiness and rapid momentum and questioned, calling out to the sounds in the gloom. "Hello? Who's there and what do you want?"

A bunch of people encompassed her in a broad circle of eerie individuals, wearing cloaks as dark as obsidian and masks white as bones. Their uniform had a silvery symbol of an eye and rays around it. They presented themselves as the "ghouls of the sinister eye."

"My salute, Katherine Mitchell," The man spoke with a nasal and stentorian voice, holding a violin as black as charcoal, rocking a black top hat to cover his bister-colored hair. "I have reached you for clear-cut reasoning. Do not be alarmed, m'lady. I won't hurt you, as that would be disgraceful to sir Erembour. I merely came to bring you with us, and I have faith you'll oblige."

She grew anxious about their presence and the fashion of their arguable communication. She didn't feel secure around them and couldn't conceive an acceptable response. "You want me to come with you? I-I can't. I don't trust your ominous stares. Why would you want to bring me someplace I am unfamiliar with anyway? I can't just oblige and heed your commands. Now, please, let me go."

The man cracked a disturbing grin for her to witness in her vision and rattled the violin's string to play a gurgling sound. "The ghouls of the sinister eye will not comply with a denial. Whether you like it or not, your wish to escape relies on our leader. If he agrees and concludes your wish for freedom. Only then we'll let you go. But as of now, you are required to accompany us."

Aurora started backing away, favoring to find an exit to run, but her shoulders got in connection with a masculine hand to block her.

"I don't understand. What do you want from me? I haven't done anything! I don't even know who Erembour is. I just wanted some fresh air to lighten my mood. I've been-" Instantaneously, the man pointed his violin bow, pressed its tip on the top of her breast, and cut her in the middle of her sentence.

He pulled her jacket to reveal her cleavage and the bandeau, exposing her pale and smooth skin and making her uncomfortable. She breathed sharply and was distressed about the man's actions. "Does this answer your "essential" inquiry?" He pointed at her scarred and tingling mark to unmask her infection.

"Y-You know about my disease?" she heightened her look onto the man's wizard face with which he chortled in a creative, brainy head. "I know a lot more about you than you could believe. Now it's time to hasten your disabled body and finish what we started."

Orange brilliance lengthened from the back of the environment, glittering like a hulking sea of fire, nearing the association at high speed like a speeding jet, progressing at them and emanating their views like they were about to confront a ray of light.

"Someone's coming!" the people squawked and pointed their weapons in the guidance of the light, displaying that they planned to strike the moment it got closer.

Timothy's hands gleamed, kindled with cerulean colors. The electricity flickered, zapped, and upsurged around his torso like a circuit. He radiated in a flash from their vision, zipped forth in supersonic speed, and electrocuted his foes before they could hear his feet colliding with the pavement.

He emerged, soaring through the dusk, his blue eyes luminous in contrast and measure of the drab clouds, piercing at his foe like a spear into someone's heart.

His arms were hoisted skyward from his head, aloft and blazing with orange, sizzling flames that mingled with blue hues to augment into hellfire.

Timothy plunged toward the ground fastly, whammed his palms into the tiles, and ejected blue flames that advanced and escalated around the territory like a tidal wave that butchered the villainous people, hammering them through the neighboring and clubbing them against the distinct structures without killing them.

The orange trail of fire cascaded toward Aurora, upturned around her like a twister, trapped her in the center, and guarded her against the man before her, who bounced away before getting charred.

Aurora blended her arms in front of her head and carefully opened her eyes, alerting herself to the fire spiraling around her physique that didn't seem to damage or burn her. She poked the fire with her finger, but it felt pleasing and soothing to her skin, "It doesn't burn..." She noticed Timothy's jacket that gaped open, burbling and clouting in the wind while his eyes traded looks with the man. "Do you know who I despise the most? People who conspire and deceive others by drugging their organs and impulsing them without insight. I can't stand them even a little."

Timothy and the man stood in the middle of beat-up and unconscious people whose bodies got paralyzed from moving and acting. "Here comes her guardian to save the day; the white-haired pirate Timothy with $500 million bolts on his name. You're a troublesome entity, might I add. Not even a year, and you have already become a notorious individual. I didn't expect a person could be hunted so much for half a billion bolts in such a short time. Such preposterous legitimacy." The man reacted, quivering his head with pushed-back shoulders, drumming his fingers while Timothy opposed him with dropped arms and clenched fists.

"Tim! What's going on? What do you mean by conspiracy and deception? You're not talking about my disease, are you?" Timothy lobbed an unambiguous peer in Aurora's direction, keeping half of his sight on the man.

"So, I was right. You were sloppy in knowing the truth behind your infection. Your sickness isn't natural, uncommon, or even legitimate. Your parents and doctors told you it was a different type of cholera, right? I'm not sure if the infection is even authentic, but I sure the hell know it's not what you think it is." He mentioned.

"It's some kind of syndrome infused into your body and blood. It's a rapid process of abusing your organs that repeatedly develops a considerable amount of sicknesses and even harms your skin. But don't take my word for it. I don't understand everything. I just know it's not curable because it's some kind of poison stuck in your blood-flowing system that was implanted into your body when you were a baby."

The man kept his arms crossed behind his waist, "You needn't know the details. But what you stated does appeal to her condition. All you must know is that it's a lethal poison created to last for a decade, but the doctors delayed the inevitable for another. That is why we came up with a peculiar stimulant to seize her medicine from keeping her alive."

He chuckled with an open palm, keeping the other arm behind his back. "When Katherine was little, she was a test subject in an experiment to analyze how a human body functions under this toxin. She was the first newborn to be tested on, and her parents were compelled to obligate, or at the very least, her mother was."

"She acknowledged and complied with the scientists, willing to sacrifice her child's life to find an appropriate weapon to massacre the pirates, divine entities, and other personnel. It was a virus, venom, created by Ashura, once a well-known doctor and scientist. It retains liquid from scarce and baleful Chimaera, located in the eastern waters; indeed a rare species. The drug is a mixture of cranium spider's spit as well as golden grim frog's blood. These creatures are rarer than the appearance of a divine immortal."

"Of course, doctor Ashura didn't design this toxin without a cure in case something went wrong, and because of that decided to hide it in a definite location which is considered a legend. The colossal city beneath the Vast Expanse and in the clutches of anonymous heart, remote from any large-scale pursuers. Since then, people began spreading rumors that it lies in a city with otherwordly technology. That's right... they named it Cyber Refuge. It was titled by a pirate Raymond "Smooth" Gresham, who demanded he found that island 50 years ago. He studied, surveyed, and deducted that the technology down there matched our current one in the eastern waters."

"But as years passed, their technology, machinery, and mechanization improved and peaked any expectation that even a humanoid body contains unnatural technology. People devised that the Cyber Refuge has technology 50 years greater than ours in our future. And while its existence wasn't firmly established, doctor Ashura announced to the world it exists that he found it a few years before he passed away. However, not one person scouted it out. And if you remember, curing Katherine's infection requires you to find it. But now, I bid you farewell."

"You were lucky this time, Katherine Mitchell..."

The man dispersed into ebony sparkles and glitz into nothingness.

To be continued...