Blue Nexus #8--I Will Fight

            “You promised me a dead super, and when you have his friends backed into a corner and manage to lead him on a wild goose chase still you cannot kill a boy!” shouted Dr. Boomer. Dr. Luna was leaning against Boomer’s desk, her chest puffed out as she had her arms crossed in front of her. Standing in the shadow once again was Gargador, only this time much less prideful. He was still sustaining the injuries taken in the battle against the red woman and Blue Nexus.

            Boomer had worked some of his alchemy on Gargador but his work was far from perfect with alien kind and was taking its sweet time on Gargador. He knew, but did not tell the alien, that it would bring him close to death before making him stronger. Boomer could only hope that Blue Nexus was held off long enough for Gargador to recover. Gargador was key to his operation. He was strong enough to go toe-to-toe with the Blue Nexus, apparently, and was the only way to keep the supers off his scent. Luna could keep working on Aberrants, too.

            But, it was the red woman that was now a major concern to him. She was able to sense Gargador’s whereabouts even when he was in his human form. The only bittersweet relief to be attained from this was that the weaker Gargador got the harder it would be for anyone to track him down, and thereby track down Boomer and Luna.

            The alchemist sat back, frustrated, fiddling with a pen in his hand, not strong enough to snap it. That, and he didn’t want ink splattering everywhere, but more-so the former. Luna was still leaning across, silent throughout the meeting.

            “Give me a way to fend off his attacks,” Gargador said. “Your alchemy could easily devise a way to deflect Nexus abilities, with how specific you’ve made shields for yourself.”

            “The only way to neutralize the powers of the Nexus are with Nexus energy itself, which is impossible to get without a bracelet,” Boomer reminded Gargador. “If you’d only obtained the bracelet that day, you wouldn’t have any reason to fear the two of them.”

            “Besides,” Luna put in. “Those attacks of the red woman seem to not be energy, but magic.”

            Boomer looked at her, then burst out laughing. “Magic? Ha! You and I know well enough that magic is nothing but a special term for super abilities.”

            Luna shook her head, standing up. “That. Professor, is where you are dead wrong. You may see things in a much larger scale now, but I have seen alien magic performed on several different planets.”

            Boomer snarled. “Oh, right, in your studies abroad.”

            Luna flipped back her hair, moving across the room to be standing next to Gargador, her face half-lit in light and dark.

            “Indeed. Of the eight planets in the Orion system, two of them have great mages. None of them with this kind of magic. No, if I’m not mistaken this kind of magic comes from…”

            She looked over to Boomer, then to Gargador, then shrugged.

            “Well to say it’s name could itself kill me,” she said. “But I’m certain that’s where she’s from, and it is a place of very powerful mages, such as our red woman.”

            “Damn it woman, say the name, I can take it!” shouted Boomer.

            Gargador stepped out of the shadows. “Master, please…”

            Boomer raised his hand to Gargador, forcing him to stop. “You shut your mouth, you Ulzarian scum. You’ve failed me time and time again on this planet, forcing me to align with the mercenary kind of this wretch!” He pointed angrily at Luna, who lazily shrugged, but had a proud smile spread across her face. “I don’t give a damn what level of intelligence she has about the universe, I know everything.”

            “Cata’s great, isn’t she?” asked Luna.

            Boomer sat back down, the name soothing him. His heart was settling, almost as if Cata, the War God, as there with them. Or it was Luna. She was conniving, and always had something to hide, be it information or some new power. Intelligent, but very much a deadly person.

            In the time between Gargador’s first arriving on Earth and the most recent battle with Earth, Boomer was granted permission to meet, mentally, with the great War God Cata, who bestowed upon him the knowledge of the creator universe, entrusting in him the ability to control the Demi-War God Gargador. With this knowledge, too, came a way for him to greatly pursue his alchemist ways that allowed him to match, or possibly even surpass, some of the great alchemists in the galaxy, even the whole universe. Where at first he thought he was just a professor trying to do right in the universe, to know more, he was now one of Cata’s many servants, controlling over a Demi-War God.

            Luna’s nonchalant attitude changed into one of equal status when he managed to get this great knowledge, since now they could talk intelligently about how to deal with the supers on Earth. They were still nothing compared to the aliens she’d seen or the powers she had seen, but it was the Nexus that interested her most, given its complex nature and completely unknown origins to all but the War Gods, who also refused to expunge that information to anyone.

            What scared Boomer most about his assistant, who was something of infatuated with him, was the way in which she kept her abilities completely under lock and key. For some reason she never wanted to show any of it off and always kept herself to restraint, which led to her completely uncaring attitude. She was never frightened by Gargador and often put him in his place using her words, or, her intellect more like.

            Still, it was her complete complacency that was key in the mental struggle Boomer often faced in whether or not Luna really wanted to supersede him. Now that he had gained knowledge greater than any human could ever comprehend he figured that Luna respected him at least a little now to the point where her previous infatuation was now mixed with admiration for his growing intelligence.

            “I don’t the name is the planet is very relevant anyway,” Luna said. “From what I remember they’re nothing but one of the Twelve Kingdom Planets that does nothing but grow more irritating in character than in power by the year. The mages there only like to show off their unique abilities rather than fight with them.”

            “And which of the War Gods is theirs?” asked Boomer.

            Often, the War God designated to a certain region of the universe was parallel to that section’s strength. Usually the more powerful War Gods were designated to systems with famous planets, such as the Orion System or one with one of the Twelve Kingdom Planets. Earth, Mars, and the distant planet Ulzar were often regarded as powerful solo planets, given their rise in supers and abilities.

            “No idea, probably Ytu,” Luna said, uncaring. She stepped up out of the shadow and sat down in front of Boomer’s desk in one of the cushioned chairs.

            “Figures,” Boomer muttered.

            Gargador leaned forward, sighing, but neither of the scientists paid much attention to him.

            “Well, Gargador,” Boomer said, bracing himself to rise. “As it would appear, you’re power is extremely weakened.”

            “I can still fight them,” Gargador said. “Especially if they’re fighting the Aberrants right now, I can take them down once they’re seriously weakened.”

            Luna chuckled and Boomer rose. “No, no, there’s no need to embarrass yourself further this week,” the alchemist said. “You can rest if you need to.”

            “Rest?” asked Gargador, offended. “Rest? You might have power over be bestowed by my great God Cata but you can not offend me in this way!”

            Bursting out in laughter, Luna slammed her hand twice on the table. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!”

            Completely off-guard from the offence, Boomer lashed out, casting two needles from inside his jacket at Gargador, catching him in the arm. Gas exploded out of them, shooting into his nose.

            “What—you—” Gargador gurgled before falling over on the ground, beginning to shake violently. Slowly, his alien form began to recede, making way for his human form. Boomer stood over him, kicking him twice in the ribs.

            “You dare defy me again and next time my potion will make as frail as an old man!” shouted Boomer.

            Luna stood up, placing a soothing on Boomer’s shoulder. “That’s enough, dear. I think he’ll have learned his lesson.”

            Boomer sighed, straightened up, then pulled lightly on his jacket collar. “I’ve seen a great many things, sweet Luna, and by far this is one of the most pathetic.”

            Gargador began to slowly calm down, the shaking became less violent and foam filtered more slowly out of his mouth. He managed to close his rolled up eyes.

            “It’ll slow the agents of my former potion but at least it’ll teach him that my new insight is greater than his strength,” Boomer said. “Plus it gives us an opportunity to drop completely off the radar from the supers.”

            “With the Aberrants loose, and almost indestructible, they’ll certainly find themselves occupied,” Luna agreed. “So, what are we to be working on, then?”  

            “I received a message from a…benefactor…in East City, asking for a small sample of the blood of our Aberrants, as well as of Gargador. See to it that it’s sent his way.”

            “Who was the benefactor?” Luna asked, standing at the door.

            “He didn’t say in the message, only leaving an address. I’ll send it to you when your work is complete. Also, Luna, make sure to keep Gargador in the containment room away from the potions, okay?”

            “Of course.”

            Luna sauntered out of the room, stuffing Gargador into the corner as she did so that nobody would notice him. Boomer relieved himself of his jacket, throwing it onto the chair opposite him then walked around his desk and took a seat, ruffling up his previously matted hair. He felt his eyes growing bloodshot from sudden tiredness.

            Part of his alchemy stemmed from his own internal life-force. Creating the potions and chemicals was simple enough, that was all the science behind it. But actually using it, to initiate the reaction, forced him to use some of his own energy, draining him—as it certainly felt—of life. He refrained from using alchemy whenever he had to, and in this situation, to quell Gargador since neither he nor Luna had magical abilities of their own, it was necessary.

            Boomer’s heart rate quickened for a second before leveling out to stability. If he ever planned on defeating a super, beyond the simple use of Gargador, he would need to find a way that did not involve throwing his own life in the way. He had knowledge…and now he needed the force to match it.

            A slow realization overcame him. The Aberrants were dull dolls of great genetic ability…could they manifest alchemic abilities? He scrawled himself a little note. If they could be used as dummies for more than just power, but for alchemy, then his force may have just been found…

            Stars flooded the night sky way lower than they should be, Kyle noted. The four Aberrants halted their advance and had three of them had their spears at the ready, the fourth one waiting for his, or her, own chance to strike. Brenda was looking around frantically, screaming something but Kyle’s senses were running way out of control.

            He heard the honking of horns, the shouts of the people below. He easily smelled the dirty sewer water, the cigarette butts burning out, the hot-dog stands. He saw clearly the Aberrants then also saw straight through the windows of the building a block away. He felt he was sitting on the ground then thought he was spinning.

            All the while he was aware of a warm liquid oozing down his right thigh, draining of him energy and of life. Was this pain in the Nexus form? Was this…real?

            Brenda kept looking back at him, trying to decide what to do, apparently. Suddenly, the four Aberrants began to inch forward, as if stalking their prey. The spear-less one was moving his fingers as if he were about to feed, too.

            Kyle braced himself, sticking his left hand out and leaning on it while with his right hand lay over the wound, with the spear still sticking out. This pain, it was unlike anything he’d felt before.

            “Get up!” a voice shouted through to him. It sounded like Brenda’s…it was definitely a woman’s voice though.           

            Suddenly, through the stars and blackness, Kyle was in a familiar scene. Blood was running down his right side and he could fee almost nothing. His eyes were nearly rolled up and he knew he was close to death. Where was he? Who was he talking to? Who would tell him to get up in a time like this.

            A woman did indeed appear in front of him. For a brief instant, Kyle was aware of the situation: a woman was standing in front of him with golden blonde hair holding a pair of twin, curved blades that were mattered with black liquid. Before him was a plain of dead grass that was teeming with shields, spears, and swords. On top of a hill in front of them was a man who was in complete gold armor, behind him a mountain of bodies.

            “GET UP!” the girl shouted, completely frightened.

            “No power of the Nexus can help you here, warrior,” the golden man said. He raised his hand, gold sparkles appearing above it and suddenly another spear appeared over his hand. “Now you die!”

            “No, now we fight!” shouted the girl, launching herself at the golden-armored man.

            As her body crossed his vision, Kyle heard what sounded like the shattering of glass. His sight was clearer, as he was now able to see Brenda taking a step back after one of her red barriers was broken, a spear laying in front of her. Now only two Aberrants had spears left but they were much closer than before.

            Brenda was quick on her feet to deflect the one whose spear had just been thrown, as the Aberrant, a female, lashed out. Brenda punched out, a red barrier coming straight out of her fist, expanding to be larger than the Aberrant and pushing them back. Brenda then swept her arm up, taking all four of them by the feet and then when she slammed her arm down they all flipped over. She then pushed out, and the four of them slipped off the building.

            She sighed, looking to Kyle. He had his senses under control now. He raised his hand to his head, not realizing it was covered in blood. That vision, was it of…the future? The past? But he’d never fought in a great big battle like that, so, what the heck was that? And that woman, who was she? For some reason, one of the fallen swords was standing out to him yet he could not discern why that was.

            Brenda put her hand soothingly on his shoulder, looking down at him caringly. He looked up at her, biting back the pain.

            “I—what happened?” he asked, sounding exasperated.

            “I pushed them off the building,” she said. Brenda looked up as the four Aberrants climbed back right where they were. “But they’re back, and it looks like they’re meaning to stay. I think I can handle them, you just stay down.”

            Just stay down.

            Kyle looked down to the faint blue line of energy running down his arm, down to his empty glove. Just stay down, don’t do anything. Don’t worry. Don’t fight. That was all.

            Was that it? In that memory it now seemed, he was in this exact situation. He was not fighting, he was down and he was having someone else do the fighting for him.

            Brenda moved her hand away, clenching two fists that were reddening with her energy. Her eyes also turned red as well, her anger beginning to surge. Kyle tried standing up, but the spear in his leg wasn’t allowing him to do so. It was as if it managed to snag through his muscles, completely immobilizing him.

            Physically, he really couldn’t do anything but hope to shoot weak energy blasts at the Aberrants. He clenched a fist, shifting his weight to his other leg trying to rise.

            An Aberrant took advantage, throwing his spear straight at Kyle. In a flurry of red energy, Brenda stepped in his way and blocked it with a small red barrier, snapping it at the spear-head part. The gust of power knocked Kyle over to his side, laying him down on his less injured leg. The female Aberrant struck again, punching down at Brenda, who was too busy deflecting a third Aberrant.

            She punched her right on the cheek, nearly bringing Brenda to her knees before the red woman punched the Aberrant in the gut, sending her flying across the rooftop. The Aberrant jutted out her hand, which now looked like a talon, and managed to slow herself down enough to stay on the rooftop. Brenda spat blood, then straightened out.

            “I’ll protect you, Kyle,” Brenda said, putting four barriers around him. “I’ve got more than enough in me to stop these weak-minded freaks, you rest.”

            Rest. She’ll protect him, no need to worry.

            The four Aberrants struck. Brenda threw up a fifth barrier, protecting herself from the spear. She parried the attack of the second Aberrant with her fist, but was too slow for the other two attacks, getting kneed in the back of the leg then elbowed in the chin, snapping her head back. The original attacker was fast and stronger, punching her in the back only to finally be kicked in the gut straight onto the floor by the ankle of the final Aberrant.

            As Brenda hit the ground, she blasted all four back in a wave of red energy. She lay on her back as the four Aberrants regained their footing, now only ten feet away from the two heroes. Brenda managed to push herself up. Blood ran down in two rivulets down the side of her face and her red hair was now unkempt.

            She spat again, this time with a chuckle. The Aberrants moved toward one another, forming a straight line in front of Brenda and Kyle while Brenda put her hair into a ponytail.

            “Hope they liked that little warm-up,” Brenda said. “Now I’m going to kill them.”

            The barriers around Kyle were weakened by the attacks Brenda managed to sustain, now probably only a part of the back of her mind while she was preparing to focus her attacks more on the Aberrants.

            Kyle, still on his side, moved his right leg up and began to move up, pushing up with his right arm and leg. It was impossible, however, for him not to involve his left leg. It would not budge, the spear lodged in tightly, but still he pushed. Brenda turned slightly.

            “I said rest, stupid,” she said. “I’ve got this.”

            “I know,” Kyle said, barely able to breathe through the pain. “But…so do I.”        

            He managed to flip himself over. He put his left leg over his right, performing a push-up without feeling as much pain in his leg. Balancing on his right leg, he managed to stand up, his left leg stiff and straight in front of him. He leaned over, gripping the spear with both hands.

            “Kyle don’t!” she shouted.

            He wasn’t even mad he used his real name, because in that moment, for him, it didn’t matter. In the memory he lost the feeling of his right arm, and now, he had no feeling in his left leg. His senses were out of whack, and he honestly did want nothing more than to stay laying down and rest.

            But there was more that needed to be done.

            “When I got this power,” he said, tightly gripping the spear, looking up to the Aberrants. “I swore I would fight things like the Aberrants and Gargador. And I don’t know what the hell I’m really supposed to do with this power, but I know what I have to do know, and what I will do now!” Biting the side of his mouth tightly, he yanked the spear out of his leg.

            The pain completely overwhelmed him. He caught himself on one of Brenda’s barriers. Blood flowed all down the spear, from the head through to the butt. He still could hardly feel his leg, so he snapped off the spearhead and used the cane as a cast, straightening himself out. He moved his right leg behind him, balancing his weight on that while twirling the spear in front of him in an intimidating fashion, keeping his left leg out to avoid further use.

            “I will fight!” he shouted.

            He tightened his grip on the spear. The red blood suddenly became blue, attaching itself to the body of the spear. The spear itself change into a black color while the blue lines glowed prominently. He kicked the spearhead up, catching it on the body. It snapped on perfectly, also glowing a powerful blue.

            Blue Nexus twirled the spear around more, feeling mastery of the weapon somehow, then pointed it at his opponents, who were by no means fazed.

            “Now fight me, damn it,” he said. “So I can make you feel my pain.”

            Brenda lowered the barriers around Kyle, allowing him to scoot up slightly. Her hands and eyes glowed red, her hair beginning to levitate in the ponytail a little.

            “This is going to be too easy now,” she said.

            With a shout, a red barrier launched itself at the Aberrants. The four of them scattered into the air. Kyle, pushing with his right leg, launched himself into the air, sustaining flight.

            He swung down rapidly with the spear, cutting one Aberrant across the chest but it hardly made a difference, as they kicked him in the chest. He flipped back, then propelled toward the falling Aberrant, punching it straight down to the floor.

            The Aberrant crashed down, though not unconscious. Kyle landed quickly on his right leg, spinning on his heel to crash the back of the spear against the chin of the oncoming Aberrant, sending to the edge of the building.

            Hearing the other Aberrant get up, Kyle jabbed back with the spear, knocking the wind out of that Aberrant. Accidentally, he landed on his left leg, and for a moment he winced. That was all the Aberrant in front of him needed, on top of him in mere seconds, punching him straight in the face.

            Kyle bounced off the ground, spinning the spear in hand as he did so. The two Aberrants came at him quickly. He pulled back the spear, then feinted with it before launching a powerful energy blast at them, sending them flying back down into the building.

            He flipped twice then landed, the two Aberrants completely unmoving. Kyle watched them for a second more. Just before he turned away, the Aberrant to the left shot at him. Using all his might, Kyle took a large step to the right, using all the power in his core to smash the spear against the Aberrant, easily cracking its skull, and sending it flying across the rooftop, a rut forming where it landed.

            On the side opposite him, Brenda managed to crush the two Aberrants she faced beneath a red barrier. Once releasing them, she delivered a powerful kick to the chest and a blow to the face that sent the two straight down to the ground, no possible way for them to get up.

            Kyle and Brenda shared a smiled, Kyle leaning on the powerful weapon as a brace.

            “Oh, wow,” a voice above them said.

            Kyle and Brenda looked up, seeing Riko floating above them. Some rage filled up within Kyle, but he knew that if he attacked Riko for some dumb reason the chances of him living were very slim, especially since he was severely weakened.

            “Uh, guess these guys don’t go as easy I thought they would,” Riko said. “Usually it’s a couple of punches and that’s it.”

            “These were, ugh, really strong,” Kyle said. “Took me a few shots to get them down.”

            Riko nodded. “Sorry for the mix-up, I was in something of a rush. Guess next time I’ll just have to do a better job.” He gave a thumbs-up to Kyle, though. “Thanks for saving my butt, kid, I owe you one.”

            The alien turned, then blasted off, headed west. Kyle stood in awe for a moment, watching as Riko zoomed off. Riko, probably the most powerful hero on all of Earth, and a renowned hero in the universe undoubtedly, just told a junior in high school that he owed him one.

            “Talk about a night,” Kyle said.

            “Well you keep losing all that blood, you might not have too much of a night to remember,” Brenda said, walking over to him. She wiped the blood from her face on her hand. She wasn’t glowing anymore, and her ponytail was a little more of a mess. She looked slightly frazzled but still stunning.

            Kyle, curiously, looked down to his leg and saw a small puddle of blood forming at his foot. Shocked for just a second, his body went limb and he fell back, dropping the spear. Brenda laughed and fell to her knees, placing a hand on Kyle’s chest.

            “Am I dying?” he shrieked.

            “No, well, yes,” she said calmly. “But I can help you, just transform.”

            Rapidly, not at all wanting to die before graduating, Kyle transformed. His energy sapped, he looked down to see that the wound was still there. Brenda pursed her lips, then ripped the hole in his pants a little more to expose his skin.

            “Not at all awkward, right?” she asked. She placed her left hand on Kyle’s chest, then her right hand over the wound. “Haven’t had to do this in a while, and it’s probably going to hurt, so go ahead and take my hand.”

            Kyle reached up and grabbed Brenda’s left hand with his right, then tightly clenched a fist with his right hand. Her eyes began to glow, and he realized that her left hand was actually over the spot over his broken ribs.

            She muttered something in a very foreign language—though coming from her it sounded very beautiful—and her hands turned red, but a lighter color than red than the usual combat red. A small red barrier curved around his ribcage, then around the stab wound on his leg.

            The two barriers suddenly latched onto Kyle’s body, and he felt them almost drill into him. He squeezed with both of his hands, shouting greatly in pain. Brenda looked away, not wanting to look at him but continued to mutter.

            The drills reached down to the source of the wound, then he felt them stop. Brenda shouted something, and the red barriers latched tighter before slowly she pulled them away. As she did so, Kyle’s heart slowed and his blood began to regulate. He opened his tightly shut eyes, looking down at his wounds. The purple bruises over the broken ribs slowly faded away, returning to their normal color while the stab wound healed up.   

            When the red barriers were gone, Brenda sat back, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Kyle sat up, feeling better than he had in a long time. He looked marveled over to Brenda.

            “You can heal people?” asked Kyle.

            “My powers can surprisingly reach pretty far,” Brenda said. She laughed. “I just can’t head myself.”

            She spat a little more blood, then shook her head. “But I’ll be fine, I heal quick like you with the bracelet anyway. Your Nexus form should be perfectly ready to go the next time you use it, too. I think it heals itself, which is pretty convenient if I must say.”

            Kyle nodded with a smile. “Definitely. Means I can take a beating like this and at least live from it.”

            He reached out for his spear but grabbed empty air. Panicked, he looked over to where it lay, and saw nothing there.

            “Hey, wait, where’d it go?”

            Brenda looked around too. “Hmm. I guess when you bonded the spear with your powers it became one with your transformation. Should be there the next time you need it.”

            Kyle raised his eyebrow. “Really?” He raised his hands in victory. “Yes, I have a weapon! How cool is that?”

            Brenda laughed, pushing herself up. Kyle followed suit, looking around at the four Aberrant bodies. They were essentially giant sacks of blood and skin at that point.

            “But I do wonder why Riko said these must have been tougher than others,” Kyle said. “I mean, I know they’re really strong, but being able to take the punches that even threw Gargador for a loop is a whole other thing entirely.”

            “I know,” Brenda said. “There’s probably many more of them, too.”

            “And we could barely handle four.”

            “Well when a spear’s driven through your leg, that may hinder the victory a little.”

            “I thought you said you had it?” Kyle asked jokingly.

            “Back-up was necessary, not needed,” Brenda replied, giving him a slight push.

            “Whatever,” he said, taking a few light steps to the side, since Brenda was super-strong and accidentally made it feel like a real human push.

            “Still, it makes you wonder,” Brenda said, looking up at the stars, “if minor battles like these are heard across to the heroes and villains of the other parts of the universe.”

            “Well I’m sure that anything a Nexus user does makes waves somewhere,” Kyle said, looking up in wonder as well. The stars weren’t as bright or clear because they were in the city, but they were high enough to see a few, as well as some minor constellations.

            “My people aren’t very known as fighters,” Brenda said. “Nor are my abilities typically used violently. I didn’t train them to be used as a fighter, but once I learned how to fight and break out of my prison, I knew that I could use them in different ways than just defense and occasional healing.”

            “Yeah your powers are actually pretty sick.”

            Brenda laughed, looking back down and over to Kyle. “Yeah but at least now you have a weapon bonded with you.”

            Kyle looked over to Brenda, shrugging. “I mean, you know, whatever helps the cause. Gotta do what I gotta do.”

            “Yes, you will fight!” Brenda shouted, raising her fist in the air, clearly mocking Kyle.

            Kyle shook his head, laughing beneath his breath as he did so. He transformed as he did so, a blue light illuminating the area momentarily. He rubbed his hand across the place where he’d been impaled, and felt nothing.

            “Quick as lightning,” Kyle said. “Thanks a lot.”

            “Like I said, I’m going to protect you,” Brenda said. “Even if you don’t need it.”

            She took a large step, then hugged him tightly. Kyle embraced her back, trying to display his thanks in more than just words. She did save his life, and buy him enough time to realize he had the capacity and will to continue a battle even without the use of his limbs. That went beyond words.

            “I’m so glad you came to Earth,” he said quietly.

            Brenda rested her head on his shoulders, the two starting to sway. “Thank you, Kyle Raiden. I love it here.”

            Kyle once more looked up to the stars. The universe had gifted him with so much, with a new life, with Brenda, with all this power. What else was out there, among the stars? Did out there hold the secrets of the vision, of the golden-armored man and blonde-haired woman? And that sword…it looked a lot like the spear Kyle now had.

            Because it was bonded with the Nexus. So whose was it?


Next time: After long battles and struggles the last few days, Kyle looks to take a rest, finding life is quite different nowadays. Check it out in "Blue Nexus #9--The Calm"