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The-Blades-slave:
Daylin

Daylin flashed a fake smile at the fan who had helped him, before pressing the ice pack to his head, and walking away. He couldn't believe Tylan had done that! They had fought many times before, but never had it come to blows. He knew the minute the jab at Warren had left his mouth, he had gone too far. Tylan had grown up in an orphanage, and Daylin hadn't even known of his existence until eight years ago. When he found out about Tylan, it was when his resentment for his parents began. He had met with Tylan ever day since, and over time had caught glimpses of the scars that riddled his brothers body under the long sleeves, and make up. He met Warren soon after meeting Tylan, and began to dig up information. After some time, Daylin had found out what was going on, but was powerless to stop it. Warren had been hurting Tylan, and Tylan did nothing... Tylan's painful screams as the knife was dragged across his skin still haunted Daylin.

What the....

Daylin glanced up, he was at the park. He must have tuned out and ended up here. He spotted several astral fighters, and challenged them to a fight. He needed to blow off steam.

Garlock

He watched as two snake like beings surrounded him. Snakes.... the haunted look in Tylan's eyes as he punched Daylin ripped across his mind, and the snakes took advantage of the distraction. They lunged forward, digging their sharps fangs into the thick hide of Garlock. With a feral bellow, he ripped one off, snapping its neck and instantly desyncing it. He grabbed his totem, and threw the other one off, before smashing its head in. Two were out, three to go, but the poison had taken its toll...  The last three were something called pokemon, whatever that was. One was a large orange dragon, with a tail that held a burning flame. It breathed a large bolt of fire, but Garlock smashed the fire with his totem. No sooner had the dragon taken to the air, that Garlock threw his ax. Spiraling tip over shaft, it dug deep into the dragon's snout.The dragon fell, and slowly disappeared, Garlock retrieving his ax. The next one, a Salamence, was dispatched similarly.  Then, a muscle bound pokemon with four arms appeared. Machamp. Garlock bellowed, and charged. He was met with a thunderous blow to the face, and another to the stomach. Falling back, he prepared to charge again, but collapsed. The poison had taken its toll. The Machamp yelled, and the tauren felt a crashing blow to the back, before it was all over...

Daylin

Daylin begrudgingly congratulated the winner, before storming away. He had taken more opponents on than that at once, and won. What was wrong? Was he losing his touch.......?

Tickles:
The ambulances left for the nearest hospital. It didn't take long for them to get there. The paramedics rushed both of the fighters to separate rooms. A police officer approached the witness.

I need you to come with me. Just going to ask a few questions.

He motioned towards his squad car.

Meanwhile, the attackers who took down the champ went to see their master.

Master Shroud, we found him. The one who will complete your plans.

Jayden turned around in a very sinister looking chair, seeming particularly pleased.

Excellent. Keep a close eye on our little helper. We go through with our plan tonight.

Sir, there is one problem. We may have had a witness, and authorities might have been alerted.

You leave that to me. I have a connection that will help this run smoothly as possible. Just do as I ordered!

The two left. Jayden pulled out his cell.

It's time. Make a good enough report to get everyone away from the hospitals... Yes, all of the hospitals.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan

Tylan glanced at the officer, then to the squad car.

Fine.

Tylan sat down in the car, and not caring there was a cop beside him, didn't buckle his seat.

Lets go.

Warren
(Dream/flashback)

Tylan hollered triumphantly, slamming his cards down on the table.

Full house, I win! You definitely can't beat that!

Warren held several cards, and his face held no sign of satisfaction as he placed them on the table.

I win. Royal flush!

Warren chuckled and smiled at Tylan's shocked face. Then picked up the deck.

'Nother game?

Tylan nodded.

I'll get you this time.

The cards were dealt, and laughter rang until the early hours of dawn as the two played poker.

Ready to crash?

Warren never received an answer for that question. Tylan was sprawled out on the floor snoring. warren chuckled at his room mate, before the fourteen year old blonde turned towards his bunk. They had shared this same room since Tylan was left at the orphanage. Warren yawned, raising a hand to cover his mouth as he stretched his arms behind his head. He suddenly fell, his foot catching on a shirt, thrown carelessly on the floor, and his head hit the railing. He closed is eyes, expecting pain, but pleasure racked his whole body. He lifted himself off the floor,wondering what happened. Raising his hand to his head, he felt blood, but it didn't hurt...it felt good...

Are you alright?!

And as Tylan rushed to help, Warren's addiction to pain began.

Tickles:
Alright, start from the beginning. Why were you and another person carrying an unconscious Stan Masters and Warren? It seems pretty suspicious.

The cop pulled out a pad and paper to take notes for his report.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan

Tylan glared at him hatefully.

I like how you say Stan Masters and 'Warren'.

His words were laced heavily with anger, and he hated how the man said Warren, with such...
indifference. Tylan began to check off events on his fingers as he spoke.

Warren and I were in an alley, meeting to catch up. We were talking in an alley, when Warren went to show me the knife he recently purchased, Stan tackled him. As I told him to get off, a red orb fell from the sky. On instinct, I leaped back. I looked at them, and they had been forced into a battle.  The wounds they seemed to take looked real, and when they lost, they were electrocuted. I have no idea why. I rushed them here, and now we talk. Any questions?

Tylan waited patiently. He left out his brother, and anything that would make the man suspicious of Warren. And he was a damn good liar.

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