Chapter 7: loosing control
Tyson had been walking for hours, the weight of his thoughts bearing down on him.
He wasn't sure where he was headed or why he had left the Rangers' headquarters. He had simply walked out.
All this time he always wondered who were his parents and why they abandoned him. He hated them and believed maybe in the future when he met them he would ask them why. But now he won't be able to.
He took a heavy step, the cold night air bit at his skin. He was trying to outrun the ghosts that haunted him. The streets were quieter than usual, People passed by, oblivious to the storm raging inside him.
He sighed, looking at his feet just when he heard a Vehicle crashing in the distance, it felt too sudden and loud as if it was deliberate. His eyes snapped to the horizon, following people's gaze down the street.
Tyson rushed toward the source of the noise, and when he reached the edge of the main road, he saw a transport truck toppled.
its cargo scattered across the street. The truck's engine still sputtered as a thick smoke curled into the air. Tyson's gaze locked onto the wreckage—and that's when he saw Blue, crouching over the scattered materials, quickly scooping up what he could. The rogue was after the valuable nano-particles.
The sight of Blue—someone who seemed to care nothing for the cost of his actions—set him off. But it wasn't just blue. It was everything, everything that had been taken from him.
If he was struggling against someone like him then how was he supposed to find answers? How he will be able to stand firm against the odds in the future? He needs to overcome this target regardless of the consequences.
"Hands off, you filth" shouted Tyson.
"Oho...look who's here, Tyson how are you, my friend?" Blue smiled.