Going back in time just a little -

Before Orobas's group arrived, they already heard screaming originating from the masses all around. Once they managed to push their way into a good enough position with a decent view of the front, what they took notice of first revived their almost lifeless senses.

A boy, with a pair of cold, listless eyes, covered in blood.

A dead corpse with two needles protruding from his neck.

Security guards constantly showering the corpse with the name 'Boss Watts'.

Orobas: “Damn! That kid actually did the insane doctor in! Just which family or organization raised such a monster capable of making it this far behind the barrier...?”

*Fwish!*

'Mysterious voice 2'(Totally not Aeron bothering people): “My family...hehe.”

*Fwish!*

Orobas: “Who...?! Huh? No one's there? Then what was...?! *Shiver* A-Actually... I don't really want to find out.”

Boy: “Who's...*Sniff* Who's that old man?”

Orobas: “Don't pity him, foolish brat! That man is none other than Mr. Molodov Watts, head of this ENTIRE island and the very mastermind who kidnapped everybody. From what I can gather, that suited boy killed him.”

Jayden & Lamiel: “What! Really?!”

The family-less boy's eyes suddenly shined with admiration. Somebody: most likely around his own age, avenged his grandfather! He felt so happy he could cry, but, also embarrassed at the same time. All he could ever do was cry while being cared for by others. So much so, that some of the adults often complained about his behavior as 'unproductive'.

Boy: “So he...*Sniff* he saved us??”

Orobas: “Maybe, maybe not. He didn't free us, but considering the circumstances, he probably thought of an easier plan. By taking the prof. down, he may've assumed things would work themselves out for everyone. Too bad, though...It seems Mr. Watts had the last laugh. In the end, he wasn't someone to underestimate!”

The plump mother was just about to ask what he meant until she bore witness to hundreds of humans disintegrating into nothingness, following the floor glowing brightly white. Then, wisps of energy flowed into the blood-stained boy as he knelt on the ground in obvious pain.

Needless to say, the poor plump woman fainted yet again into her daughter's arms.

So many voices screamed for help before meeting their demise. Bearing witness to this carnage is distressing for any child, yet, the only boy untouched by this massacre even saw kids his own age disappearing away into nothingness. He immediately vomited what very little was left in his stomach before covering his ears and turning his head away in tears.

Boy: “Make it stop...Make it stop! Make the voices stop...”

Orobas: “Don't turn away. See that? This is the reality of our world. Without power, you're left with nothing. Nothing but to either dance to the tunes of those WITH power, or to rot away like this...as we all might've ended up just a few moments ago. Be glad that, for some reason, It's avoiding us.”

Once again, the grandfather-less youth was reminded of his current state of despair, and started to compare himself to the older boy that killed their kidnapper. A small budding seed of shame sprouted into a greater sense of embarrassment at such a reminder. Only a simple series of thoughts followed this period of humiliation:

'I need to grow stronger. Somebody that can just...win. Someone that's not afraid to kill! I mean, maybe...before being killed, that is...I don't wanna kill and make people feel like I did, with gr-grandpa...but...but! I can't forgive these type of people! Professor Watts! The security guards! Those heroes who ignored us on the way here!

I don't wanna cry anymore while people die! Heroes are strong, but they didn't come here! A killer did, he saved us...or tried to, and he suffered because of it!

If I can become strong...then...then!

I want to be strong...like him.'

Lamiel: “Say, shouldn't we...shouldn't we try to help him? Or at least leave, before...you know, it comes for us too...”

Jayden: “By assassinating the Professor, he managed to prevent future kidnappings...but in return became the Professor's final subject for experimentation. The final lab rat, so to speak.

How sad...I vote for leaving though. Alerting the proper authorities about this is MUCH more practical then...jumping to our deaths with whatever unseen thing is killing them all on the loose.”

Then, they heard his scream, and following that, every last sacrificial victim disappeared like smoke, leaving only little traces of blood behind them. A crack was heard. A tear in space easily formed from the crack while a massive influx of energy poured down on him: revealing a cataclysmic hole around where he stood.

Finally...

Noel Tyler Malierano collapsed.

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Nobody moved. For at least 30 minutes the survivors all remained frozen in place like statues. They were too afraid of triggering yet ANOTHER trap as they believed Noel had done to start with. All of the survivors, that is, except for one crybaby kid, who was fed up with leaking tears and doing nothing productive up until this point. He alone, took off, stumbling along the way...until he reached the deep, cylindrical-shaped crater that was just too difficult to cross on his own. All he could think of doing, from this point forth...was to shout.

Boy: “Hey! Hey!! Hey, umm, mister killer, hey! Can you hear--”

Alas, before his words could so much as stir Noel, he was knocked over by a dual-eye colored overprotective fiend of a brother who no longer felt obligated to abide by his father's measly orders. The mission seemed complete to him, anyway.

Aeron: “...Kifah...Beatrice...take care of the witnesses.”

Kifah: “Shall we kill all of them?”

Aeron: “What? No. That would be interfering with baby bro's mission's outcome. Just put 'em to sleep.”

Orobas: “Hey-what are you-- Aaagh!”

Jayden: “Please reconsider--aaah~”

Lamiel: “Bitch don't touch m- arrgh!”

Deeandra: “DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME YOU B-kyah~”

Plump mother: “*Ignored due to already having fainted*.”

….

Boy: “Umm ex-excuse me!”

Aeron: “Hmm? What do you want you snot-nosed runt? Beat it, before I assassinate your loved ones. Hmph!”

Boy: “They're...*Sniff*, they're already dead...”

Aeron: “...Oh. Too bad, so sad. You still better leave before I send you to meet them. I'm not as kind as my brother.”

Boy: “Brother?! W-Wait! How...How can I become strong like-like him?! If you...you know, don't mind me asking that is...”

Aeron: “By eating properly and minding your own business when grown-ups are doing important work, now MOVE!

Actually...hm, on second thought...little Ty IS going to need a subordinate eventually, preferably someone around his age, since I'm predicting he'll want to see the world soon. I'll obviously send him supervision but...still, if he ever makes 'friends'...

Hey kid! Hehehee~ If I tell you that I can make you reeeally strong, will you be willing to work for the Malierano Family? I'm warning ya, though: If you just wanna learn self defense then go away. We teach how to kill, not be killed with those flimsy moves.

Boy: “Of-Of course! Even....Even though I didn't really see what he did...If...If I can be strong enough to break out from places with...that much security...and beat bad guys like he did, I don't min-mind *sniff* facing even death...like grandpa did, for...for me. I *Sniff* I...have nothing to lose...anymore....”

Aeron: “Okay, Okay. That's enough with the water-works. Crying won't save your life when shit hits the fan. You better be ready to work hard! If you don't meet my standards...I'll kill you as fast as you agreed and find a replacement. I literally have a bunch of candidates of different ages, already. Are we clear?”

Boy: “Ye...Yes....I understand...! Th-Thank you very much si--Aaah~!”

Aeron: “...I-I was talking to him, Kifah. I still haven't yet asked him about his age...For my plan to work: I must know his age...”

Kifah: “You said all witnesses. He, is a witness.”

Aeron: “...”

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As Noel rouses himself awake, a myriad of familiar voices flood his senses.

Familiar voice #1: “...Can ANYBODY tell me, once more...how did my son lose his soul brand? Why was it so difficult to put a new one on as well?! Hmm?!”

Familiar voice #2: “I dunno. Maybe the last one wore out?”

Familiar voice #1: “Don't mess with me, boy!! This is my pride-earned creation, it doesn't just...EXPIRE!”

Familiar voice #2: “Well then what am I supposed to say...? I don't know how those--”

Familiar voice #1: “Yes you do...don't feign ignorance now. I've seen your attempts at creating your own soul markings before.”

Familiar voice #2: “Haha...ha. As always pop, you just HAVE to know everything about us. Damned stalker Father.”

Familiar voice #1: “Oh, oh honey~ Aeron is just as ruthless as his baby sister Ali. Protect me from our, our unforgiving children...and their mean, hateful words!”

Familiar voice #3: “Hey! Don't bring ME into this!”

Familiar voice #4: “Kids, leave your poor, overprotective and unforgivable father alone. It's not kind to bully him.”

Familiar voice #5: “Hey! Hey, he's getting up~”

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