《A Hidden Secret(Cancelled)》V5 64: The Beginning of the Cold Aged Hunt
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Croaking into the dust of an outburst gashed apart the wooden walls reflecting of a zooming uncontrolled structure of a male caused by a push of an overpowered individual that walked the school in sheep uniform protested a massive curious crowd full to the brim of detectives searching around to find their hostility. Autumn kept low after that learnt understanding and avoided any overwhelming questions that'll lead her to a lifetime prison for the theft of fakery involved with supernatural powers.
Autumn's frequent present gang meetings washed away slowly at a time as all the thoughts that ran through her head to recognise the reasonings of her sudden boost of powers highly influenced by Caden, someone who she only just met recently and ask him all of the wonderous, distracting questions. But as days disappeared along with the summer's gathering into the thinning air of an uprising iced, freezing clouds, so does the investigation on Autumn's case and the school scenario after Kayden awoke from his brutal painted bed of blood and answered with lies to who caused him this pain and destruction.
The disease of the snapping winter provoked the school to become a territory of frozen wires cancelling the life support to all of the technology that existed to assist the education of graduating students, forcing some students to bail their dreams and some to come in school wearing anything they could to fight back the bitter eyes of the annoying winter venting its punishment out into the underserved communities.
"G-God...it's cold-" Autumn gasped to herself, puffing out small balls of cloudy breaths ascending onto the flat-surfaced ceiling as the sharp sounds of two hands clenching onto each with a mumbling slap spreads over Autumn's mouth and nose. As she began to desperately breathe, pours of sunny air flowed inside her cupped hands hidden from the festival patterned grey thick gloves with strings like flesh flickering onto her heavy sewed black coat bending the lastly amount of light down its own darkened hallway to spread life once again.
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"They weren't any news of winter hitting..." Autumn muttered to herself as she looks out the windows patterned with patches of ice to see the endless field of blinding snow reaching three-foot-high surf between the barriers of defensive heat and the attacking opposition of cold.
The remaining light flapped its broken wings inside Autumn's room to reveal the monstrosity of police work starting from the beginning roots of Caden's questionable identity, where all three paths lead to nothing important as there was no history of Caden's shadowed life, this chaotic investing was all spread across her froze walls leaving no gap to reach out for any signs of help.
Meanwhile...
Gulping was what Caden only heard inside Aarus's main room as Caden was invited to see the words of thank you be processed from out of Aarus's mouth, but all Caden was met with was a luxurious, unavoidable laid out dinner coexisting on top of a sheet to wipe away the dirt that was bound to happen from accidents. Caden stared at his food listening to the slapping lips Aaurus continue with unaware of the unpleasant sounds he was making as he was happily eating away his daily dinner of roast.
"I am not hungry...?" Caden said with a tone matching a question.
"You aren't? Well, I am." Aarus cackled unpleasantly as he glares at his pickings like a greedy predator before he gulps the food down his throat, placing down his fork beside the plate adequately afterwards to stare into Caden's unwanted attention eyes.
"Thank you?" Caden worded out.
"Oh! Yes! Sorry, you came here for a thank you- not dinner," Aarus chirped out with a shine of realisation. "Right, allow me to thank you for saving my nation from the evilness, and for the help of rebuilding the city. I will send you back to your Earth as your punishment is early removed." Aarus acknowledged with a warming smile.
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Caden slowly nodded his head for a response and instantly zoomed out of the room leaving Aarus baffled as Caden makes his way over to Asvini who was crouched in the corner with a readable face of annoyance. Caden pulls out the key he stole from one of the guards and spun it around inside the lock holding Asvini captured with a loud disturbing clank noise.
"We're free," Caden informed, receiving no answer for a while.
"So what? I want to stay here now because certain someone hid away the fact that he could phase-out of this cell any time he wanted!" Asvini raised her voice in spiteful anger.
"Why do you all moan, shut up and come with me. I'll do anything when we're down earth," Caden bitterly snapped back, seeing glee shine in Asvini's eyes as she happily jumps up from the ground interlocking her arm around Caden's arms as they both walk out into the empty white ground to jump down the portal at the very end.
"Is that true? Then, I want to know what intercourse feels like," Asvini snickered.
"I'm fifteen, you'll be jailed for paedophilia..." Caden abruptly declines.
"Please, that isn't going to work~" Asvini whispered inside Caden's ear seductively as they vanish into the portal circled by rippling clouds.
Far Away In The Galaxy, Begins The Cold Age...
A distant tungsten coned shape object extended by square flat wings endlessly floats amid sparkling stars encountered its pointy end directly at the atmosphere of Earth-888 with the sounds of a demonic glitchy humming male that was flying the ship with no help of others as his massive muscled body comfortably wrapped with a tight grey suit with something in the middle be implemented into the shapes of an "I" as the man in the suit has normal textured human skin complimented by his sharp jawline undercover the drizzling black curly hair spin around in front of his deep blue, animated eyes.
"I finally located the target that ruined the multiverse, he lives in Earth-888," The dazzling man informed onto a small boxed radio, hearing the cracking and popping sound erupts from the speaker holes curling all around the screened radio with a blocky texts print "Channel 8" on the brown background.
"How ironic for the cause of destruction to be living in the world ruled by Gods..." A deep female voice laughed out of the radio, "I'll inform the Multiverse Alliance about the information and get started on attacking our bounty," The female added before the popping interrupted her fading voice.
"Noted."
To Be Continued...
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