Stranger In A Strange Land

It was like stepping into a world of insanity. Brody walked the bustling streets and knew instantly he wasn't in Nashville anymore. The weather atested for that. He looked around the fall day, surprised to see the heat rising from the ground. Sweat beads began to form on his hair lining as he continued to walk, still unsure of how he felt in this new venue.
That's when he first heard the shots. The rapid gun fire at first sounded like he was in a western but the closer the shots got to him, the more he thought he had just stepped place in a battlefield. Then something happened to make him realize that he did step into a war zone. Young men began to emerge out of the well manicured houses with guns that looked like they were military issued. Their faces were the faces of warriors, all ready to die for their street, all willing to risk everything for their turf. Then the smallest and darkest one stepped forward. Nothing was miraculously special about him, but he was beautiful and eye-catching still. But not society's norm for beauty. He was a different kind of beautiful.
In contrast with his dark texture rested what looked like scars filled with crushed diamonds on one side of his face, but even then that wasn't the most wondrous fact about the approaching young man. It was his spectacular blue crushed diamond that mimicked his scars, his stripes, his accounts for the things he has seen and the things he's done. He cocked his head to the left and pointed the blue chrome pistol that was the size of a miniature rocket launcher at Brody. The statement came swiftly afterwards. "Say homie where you from!?"
Being no stranger to the life he instantly knew he was in danger but what he didn't realize was how deep into the madness he was. Before he could lift his arms up to try and quell the young, maniacal man's anger, a squadron of police cars came out of nowhere. They jumped out of their cars with their assault rifles in tow and they ordered loud and crude, "Everyone get the $*#% on the ground! Spread em!"
The officers charged forward in a full on assault but the Isyss that stood on that porch were not easily scared. They planted their feet firmly on the porch and raised their own guns in retaliation to the blantant disrespect of their land. And Brody stood in the middle, strong and majestic as his inert power began to surface. His two forms began to conflict with each as he took the same form he had when he fought Purple Eyes, only then his transformation had not been complete. One of the police officers noticed Brody and the dark aura surrounding him, and tried to subdue him. When Brody slightly turned his head and revealed his piercing, harsh yellow pupil to the snivling officer, the police officer instantly knew that he had chosen the wrong option. He didn't even feel like he was grasping on a human being. The arm felt like he was gripping pure metal blocks. Before he could examine any further with his fingertips, Brody revealed his hidden arm, but not in a way the officer would've liked. Through dark kinectic energy, Brody lifted the officer into the air and suspended him as the energy built up in his palm. His rocky arm surged with power as the yellow electric currents ran through his arm, pulsating with explosive power. The energy building up inside of his hand soon enulfed the small officer into an all black fury. By the time the flame had extinguished, his soul had already been stolen from. Brody's black arm's yellow circuits surged with a great satisfaction. A young soul already corrupted, a perfect meal for the arm that is completely taken over by the dark arts. After he threw the soulless corpse at the Isyss, bullets multiplied through its body, and the war begun.
As the bullets passed him, Brody turned his back toward the destructive bullets bouncing off of the blue aura covering his back. In a moment of remorse, he looked at the distracted officers and placed a closed fist close to his heart. The glow that emanated from his tattoos on his white arm and in the light of the moon, one can see the angel wings portruding from his arm.
He knew something had to happen. Now that he had the power, he felt as though he had a responsibility as well and he knew he had to quell the madness in Compton.
He walked toward the well built police officer who Brody assumed to be the leader of the rushing police squads. The officer's eagle sharp expression fell upon Brody as he simply placed his white hand on the officer's chest.
The purifying effect of Brody's white arm flowed through the police officer's body. His brown eyes glowed with a soothing light that surrounded his dark pupils. At that moment, the officer was felt as though everything had been forgiven, as if though everything was okay. Without realizing it, he had begun levitating a few feet off of the ground. While the other officers were exchanging bullets with the Isyss, their leader was going through his own personal revelation.
When the large police chief planted his feet on the ground, he looked down at the innocent face of Brody, completely oblivious to his shining, piercing eye, and he felt that the violence occuring between the Isyss and his subordinate police officers was wrong. His large, deep voice boomed throughout the two way street with the help of the built in microphone in his uniform. "Stand down!"
One of the officers who was crouched behind a parked car in front of the Isyss hideout continued to fire shots at his opposition. He looked back at his captain with a confused look and he yelled back, "But captain..." That was his last words as he received a bullet to the head, killing him instantly.
The police chief just shook his as he began to walk alongside Brody. They traveled unscathed toward the Isyss with the help of Brody's angelic aura. No matter how much the bullets wanted to hit them, even the heartless metal demons that were expunged from the large weaponry had no choice but to avoid the divine being in front of them. Even inanimate objects could see when they were in front of a holy being.
Brody and the police chief continued up the steps as the Isyss continued to fire at the police officers behind them. But the leader of the Isyss didn't fire his weapon anymore. His eye shown brighter than ever as he glared at Brody walking toward him. He knew then that a messiah had been in his presence.
He dropped his weapon when Brody's white hand touched his chest. He didn't scream when he levitated off of the ground. He had shown no fear when he saw all of the faces of the past victims, in fact he felt a feeling he had never known before. He had a feeling of remorse, but not just ordinary remorse, great remorse. He picked his weapon up from by his side and placed the barrel to his temple. Before he could pull the trigger, Brody released purifying energy into the Isyss' soul and spoke softly as he said, "You are forgiven, friend."
The Isyss smiled as his bright blue diamond eye and the scars that covered one side of his face turned into crushed white diamonds. Brody could tell that the young man in front of him never knew forgiveness. He could tell he never knew true unconditional love either. And those were two things he felt blooming in his heart before a bullet found its way past Brody's heavenly aura and into one of the Isyss' lungs. The bullet charged forward until it reached the Isyss' heart, killing him instantly. Brody watched the young man fall, dying instantly.
Brody, feeling the divine bond he had created between him and the Isyss being broken, turned around to see the dark eyes of the police officers staring past him and onto the other Isyss. The police chief tried his best to quell the attack, but the young officers he had rank over hadn't been experienced officers. Their first taste of action and they were completely immersed into it.
"Was this what it was like?" Brody asked himself as he stood on that porch, looking around at the madness that surrounded him. He saw first hand as the Isyss retaliated against the officers what it was like to be that lonely voice of reason and good among shouts of evil and misery. He saw how quiet him and the rest of the heroes he had accompany him must've been and anger rose up in his soul. He hated the fact that he had done so much to help his fellow man only to have the evils overshadow the good deeds he had done. Even worse, the populace grouped him in with the evils that ravaged America. His bright yellow eye glowed evilly as the world around him began to fade into darkness. The night became darker and the stars in the sky grew dim. Much like that day at the Rock-A-Poolaza, everything soon went black.



Back in Nashville, Chevy watched the news around five in the morning. It was a breaking national news headline so Chevy watched with much interest while the marijuana smoke. He watched as the excited news anchor came on the television, "Breaking news earlier this morning as a street in Compton, CA became home to tragedy. On Grant Lee street, home to a few dozen members of the Isyss tribe became the gravesite of at least seven members of the vicious Isyss tribe and and at least a dozen of California's officers in what Grant Lee street residences deem as the most bizarre of events to ever take place."
Evidence of apparent destruction flashed on the television and the marijuana smoke swirling in front of him became see-thru, allowing him to witness the familiar events that took place not even two days ago. As the news camera captured black light exploding all over the street, Chevy knew Brody had been behind the mass killings, he even knew that Brody had to be pushed the very limits of his dark power. The news reporter on the scene continued to cover the story but Chevy muted the sounds going on around him and concentrated completely on the television in front of him. He took another look at the madness and the face of the news reporter and shook his head. "Brody....." He took another hit of the blunt once again and shook his head as he blew the smoke toward the cold, marble floor.


Later on that day, Wiz Kid stormed into the kitchen with anger and worry on his face. Chevy looked up calmly as the tall, slender young man stood in front of him. "What's going on wit' ya boy, Chevy?" The question nearly brought tears to Wiz Kid's eyes as Chevy simply stared at the worried teen.
In an attempt to quell Wiz Kid's worries, Chevy feigned ignorance as to whom Wiz Kid was referring to, even though it burned his heart to hear the inquiry. "Who you talking bout?"
"Man, Brody out there in Cali tripping. He all over the news, every channel. The police want his head. The Isyss tribes want him dead."
At that moment, Chevy looked to his side at the television Brody had installed in the kitchen to see the citizens of Grant Lee street's point of view. He saw an older, motherly woman on the television on the tragedy. "It's about time somebody did something about the element that lives on this street. The police officers haven't done a single thing to remove the creatures that wage war on the same streets where my children play. These police officers were always corrupt in their ways, having us pay for protection, lawful extortion if you ask me."
Wiz Kid just peered at the television as his eyes surveyed the damage and destruction of the Compton street. He was just as confused as he was when he first entered the kitchen. "What?"
It all made sense to Chevy now. Seeing the destruction and hearing the voice of the woman with huge bug eyes made Chevy realize that Brody may have grown to legendary power, but his disposition had not changed. He still wanted to help his fellow man who were unable to help themselves. "He hasn't changed." Chevy stated calmly.
Wiz Kid's left eyebrow raised and his lip raised into a scowl. "What you mean? Seems like he has gone completely crazy."
Chevy smiled and shook his head. "Nah, he ain't gon' crazy, he just fed up."
Wiz Kid rubbed his jaw, confused, "What you mean, Chevy, why you said he fed up?"
Chevy just smiled. "Don't you see what the world is coming to? The world is filled with evil and even greater evils. Then there are the regular people in the world who weren't blessed with our curse. They weren't blessed with our responsibility."
"And what, pray tell, is our responsibility?"
"We are angels on earth, Wiz Kid. We were placed on earth to protect our fellow man from evils like us, like them. We are angels with black wings, souls forever fallen." He smiled. "And all we know is falling."
"So how do we rise if all we know is falling?"
Chevy smiled. "We rise by shedding the feathers of are dark wings and we grow new feathers. That way when we fly, we are able to soar through the air without prejudice."
"And how do you know this, Chevy?"
"Cause Brody taught me that."
Just then, Smartz bursted through the kitchen threshold with a sense of urgency as she yelled, "Sorry guys, but it seems like we have a lot more to worry about then Brody right now."
Confused, Chevy asked, "What you mean by that?"
"Yeah Smartz, what's going on?"
She lifted a file high into the air and began to explain herself. "Well I found out that Brody is the least we should be concerned about according to the Nashville police department." A significant pause stirred in the middle of the conversation as both Wiz Kid and Chevy stood and waited on the rest of her reasoning as to why. "Turns out that the higher ups know exactly who Brody is and have told California police that when and if they catch him, he is to be expedited back to Tennessee where the death penalty is waiting for him."
"And how are we not supposed to be worried about him?" Wiz Kid asked angrily.
Chevy's scowl concurred with that statement. She slammed the file on the table and glared angrily at Wiz Kid. "Because they are not concentrating on Brody anymore. The Nashville police department have already decided in their minds that Brody is untouchable to them. Says he's in league with a higher power. Says he has family in high places. Let California deal with the problem that is Brody. Instead they are going after a new technology rise in the underground world. New suits that are able to change a person's identity, a person's skin tone all the way to a person's scent."
Wiz Kid's anger rose in his face and even his light brown skin couldn't hide that fact. Swelling with hurt, he asked slightly puffing his cheeks, "So what you saying!?"
"I would like to know too, especially this part about having family that none of us knew about."
She flipped open the file folder and began to thumb through the photographs. Seeing all of their faces plastered all over the photographs, she finally gave up and just spreaded the photographs all over the table. The white flourescent light caught the images of all of their forms, capturing them in spectacular poses and transformations. Chevy looked at the picture of the Gun Kids as they fought off a police onslaught and thought to himself, "Wow, it seems like that was so long ago."
Wiz Kid looked upon the pictures, amazed at the growth of Brody as he became Gun Man then as he became Hit Man and then as he became something else, something legendary. He watched as Kayla and Kylie started off as Lady Gun and Gun Baby and saw them transform into the innocent, angelic soul with a hint of danger about her, Bonnie Bad Azz, and Kylie into the death dealing sweetheart known only as Gun Shadow. He saw in those pictures the love that Gun Shadow and Gun Man shown one another. The embrace between gunshots. The overprotective instinct the two shared as they made sure the other was safe. It was beautiful. He even saw pictures of Nic becoming the leader he was now. Even the pictures of himself and Smartz adorned in their Shells were shown in the photographs. But it donned on Wiz Kid that she probably wasn't showing him these photographs to attempt to take him on her own personal memory lane.
"I'm saying Brody is hardly a concern because he is so untouchable. They probably have an alterior motive as to why they are letting the state of California deal with him. Probably think the gangs there would overpower him. So instead they switched their sights on us, especially...." She shouted with dark eagle eyes peering into his angry dark brown pupils. ".....me and you."
"Why you two?" Chevy interjected.
With her hand still firmly planted on the pictures, she cocked her head slightly to the side, almost as if she was disgusted by his question. "Because, Chevy, me and Wiz Kid both possess the knowledge on how to build Smart Suits. That knowledge to anybody else is dangerous. Could you imagine the city of Nashville as you know it if police officers were able to travel undetected? If every E-v had to feel as though they had to feel as though they had to look over their shoulder everytime they stepped outside? It would lead to pandemonium. People would die if this knowledge is contained. It could get into anybody's hands and that is reason number one why this knowledge could never become available to anyone else besides us. It's our right as the patent owners, right?"
Wiz Kid hated to admit it, but she was right. He knew the knowledge he possessed, the technology he created would be dangerous in the enemy of the E-v culture. He knew it would be an extreme war against E-v crime, which meant a war on him. He stood stronger now with his fists clenched and eyes filled with conviction. "So what do we do, Smartz?"
"And what's with this family that none of us know about?" Chevy interrupted.
She shook her vigorously, "It really doesn't matter now does it, Chevy!? There isn't anything we can do about Brody because he isn't the target anymore. We are. Me, you, Wiz Kid..." She pointed at each and everyone of them to add emphasis to the point she was making. Then she pointed outside of the kitchen, "Nic, Kylie, Kayla, all of us are the ones being targeted."
Chevy looked at her with disbelief. He thought in his head that the reason she didn't answer his question was because she didn't know who the mysterious "family" was that Brody had in high places. He thought in his head that she may have simply fabricated the whole thing, but when he turned and saw how in-tuned Wiz Kid was, he felt in his heart that there could have been some truth in what Smartz was saying. He turned his head upward and stared at Smartz with the bottom portion of his eye.
Smartz knew Chevy didn't trust the information that she had brought to them, and she felt it got worse when Kylie and Kayla bursted into the kitchen. They turned their heads franctically, inquiring the reason why they had heard their names called out in such a manner. "What's going on!?" Kylie yelled out with her fists clenched.
Kayla placed her fists on her hips, almost like a disappointed denmother. "Why did you call us, Smartz?"
Kayla gave Smartz a devilish look after she had posed her question. But then the unexpected happened. Chevy turned on his heel and nonchalantly pointed at Smartz. Giving the impression that he didn't care, he walked away briskly while shouting, "Our fearless leader over just telling us that we got a hit out on us and I guess she finna tell us what we could do about it."
"Oh really?" Kylie asked smugly, relaxing from her original battle stance. "And what are we going to do." She crossed her arms and directed her dark eyes directly at Smartz. Her gaze said without shame, "Please tell us what we should do, so I can tell you how much we shouldn't do it."
Chevy posed the same question right after Kylie, "Yeah, Smartz, what do we do?"
Nic walked behind Smartz with a confident look on his face. He placed a hand on her shoulder as if giving her permission to be A free with her orders as she can. She smiled, feeling Nic's confidence seep through her pores. She closed her eyes and imagined Brody standing behind her with his hand on her shoulder. It was then, imagining the sharp, eagle features of his confident demeanor, that she knew what needed to be done. She opened her eyes, and stared straight into Kylie before she answered. "We fight."
Chevy perked up. "What!?"
"Listen, we don't really have much of a choice, do we Chevy?" Smartz snapped back. "We can't turn ourselves in because then we turn over the information that we covet the most. If we turn ourselves in, then you, Kykie, Kayla, and Nic are dead or worse. Look I don't trust none of the higher ups. I know something is going on that they are hiding from the rest of us. I may not know what it is, but I do know one thing. We are backed in a corner and when fighters are backed into a corner, we come out swinging. Only cowards run. And I, for sure, am not a coward. Are you?"
She directed her question directly at Chevy. "No."
"So what do we then?" Her question was smug, sarcastic.
Nic stepped forward toward Chevy with a goofy, confident smile on his face. He looked at Chevy as if he knew he should already know the answer. "We give them hell, cuz."
Kylie smiled. "That's what I'm talking about. I've been waiting to show the people behind Brody that Satan ain't got nothing on me."
Smartz smiled, "Good because I'm not running. I'm not running from the truth. Not anymore. From now on, not only do I fight, but I give them all of my hatred and they will surely regret the day that they stepped onto the front step of Hell."