The sun casts long shadows.
Cars had screeched to a halt. Pedestrians backed away in confusion, sensing something dangerous. In the middle of the road stood Jose, the dress was stained, a greenish gas swirling around his fingers. Across from him, Francisco stood rigid, collar held together by the golden pin...a gift from Angelo.
"Jose, don't do this. I don't know what you think happened...."
"They were burnt alive, Francisco."
"You think I'll forget the smell? "
"They died because of you!" Jose's voice shaking with fury.
He flung a glowing gas ball.
A patch of asphalt hissed, melting under the corrosive mist.
Francisco's heart pounded. "Switch."
In a blink, he reappeared ten feet to the left, the gas barely missing him.
"I don't know anything about your parents'death....." Fransisco extended his hands.
Jose panting
"Liar."
He threw something—a charred scarf, still blackened at the edges. It fluttered through the air and landed at Francisco's feet.
Francisco froze. Eyes widened. His voice cracked.
"…This is mine."
"This was….. from when I.....wait. Jose, I wasn't there. I swear I didn't..." Fransisco picked the scarf
Jose stepping forward
"Then I'll kill your loved ones."
Francisco flinched. The words didn't match Jose's lips...they hadn't moved.
But the voice was there, right in his ear.
He stumbled back, staring.
Francisco whispers
"What... was that?"
A sudden silence fell between them. The crowd was gone. The sun still shone, but the air felt colder.
Time 5.15 pm ,
Angelo walking on the street alone, looking at his watch.
"What the hell happened, where did both of them go." He sat on his usual spot the park.
"Oh man, ...." While taking rest he heard something a screm from behind.
"What was that?" Angelo ran towards that direction.
A little girl fainted infront of a bush, he went there to check.
"This is! " He found Beatriz and her family's head aligned behind the bush and something written in blood.
It was written revenge.
5.20
Fransisco phone ranged again, ...
He picked the phone while using his ability to change position between places. He was dodging the ability of Jose.
"What happened, Angelo?" He asked with a thrill voice.
"I am sorry Fransisco, but....." Angelo voice slowed down towards the end.
Jose lunged, his foot sweeping in from the side, a gas ball forming in his palm. But Francisco caught the kick with both arms, sliding back on the asphalt.
Francisco gritting his teeth
"You bastard.... what have you done."
With his left hand, he yanked out his phone—and snapped it in two.
No tracking. No interference. This was personal now.
Jose's eyes gleamed with fury as he hurled another gas orb at point-blank range.
"Switch."
Francisco vanished just as the gas hissed past, reappearing behind Jose. He went for a quick elbow to the neck.....but Jose twisted, dragging a gas line from his sleeve and flinging it backward.
Francisco ducked. His eyes darted.....a parked scooter. A trash bin. A hovering drone. All in sight.
Jose turned, fists clenched. He threw two gas balls in a cross-arc to trap Francisco.
"Switch"
Francisco teleported above Jose, using the drone's height.....mid-air drop kick.
Jose gasped and raised an arm. The kick landed on his guard but sent him tumbling into the side of a car. The glass cracked.
Jose scrambled up, spitting blood. He sent a wave of mist forward—gas rolling like fog over the road.
Francisco blinked.....used a piece of crumpled newspaper across the road to switch out, dodging the mist.
Then....close combat.
Francisco rushed in, low stance, shoulder-checking Jose hard in the ribs. Jose coughed, staggered, tried to coat his arms in gas—but Francisco struck first: a punch to the throat, then a spinning elbow to the jaw.
Jose hit the ground, gas trailing from his fingers. He tried to crawl back and cast.....but
"Switch."
Francisco stood above him now, foot pressing Jose's wrist to the ground—keeping the gas ball from forming.
Francisco quietly
"You never needed power to understand pain."
Jose snarled...but couldn't move.
The pin on Francisco's collar shimmered in the fading light.
You did what shouldn't have been done, i told you I am not the one who killed your parents.
"Then who was it? " Jose spoke.
"Can't you see, someone tried to frame me and you fell for it. But why the hell you killed Beatriz, I loved her." Fransisco sat above his chest.
"What are you talking about, I didn't kill Beatriz." Jose panting.
"Then who was it," Fransisco buried his face on his palm.
"Only one person knew that, I was the only one who knew your parents' location. He also knew that I loved Beatriz . " Fransisco's Pbv surged, his face became red he started to pant.
"Angelo, you bastard...." Both Jose and Fransico yelled simultaneously.
"I am going to kill that bastard alive....." Fransisco and Jose stood up and charged towards porto.