Kill Crono

[Cronology]

((Bwa there fixed ))


KABLAM! Would be the only word to describe Crons delicate foot striking the side of the Malta operatives face. The heavy Kevlar helm was flung from the top of the head and landed behind some barrels. Cron himself dropped from a support beam above the operative, both feet adjacent to the man. He looked down with contempt then to his surroundings. Rats, stinky manhole cover, rusted staircase, crates rusted into place by age and water damage. Just him and the man below him, just the way he liked it.

The vibrant moon cut thought the darkness of the sky and into the warehouse where Cron slipped and darted in the shadows. Scratching and sputtering of owls and other nocturnal entities rang out into the dark silence of the nights embrace.

A distorted transmission pierced the silence "-static- Confirm target location sector........operatives down expect trouble."

An uncanny engineer reached up to his receiver and just as he was about to grasp the send button his hand was meet and twisted by Cronos. Crons free hand slipped around his mouth and struggled to keep it closed and down to a minimal amount of noise as the struggle continue. Feeling a hand on his leg he feel a tug offsetting his footing the engineer dropped Crono to the ground he felt the concrete connect with the back of his head, a feeling unpleasant and disorientating.

The engineer without thinking lunged back with his elbows extended as if to be a wrestling super star or aspired to be one. A loud "oomph" escaped Crons lips and the struggle continued for dominance.

"Sloppy very sloppy" he thought to himself knowing it would of just been easier to snap his neck.

The men struggled to there feet, within seconds the fight ended up with Crons hand around the writs of the engineers and a teaser a half second away from his right ribs. Sweat dripped from his forehead, really, really not wanting to be on the receiving end of such a small melee weapon. Both his hands slapped the engineer’s wrists and using his powers times slowed ever so slightly to give him the advantage of speed caching the week point of the mach Crons fists came around and forced his fists into the vest of the engineer.

The dark blue man stumbled off balance and tripped over his own disabled auto turret. Before he got a chance to fully recover Crons knee was placed firmly into his stomach and a fist across the temple knocking the man unconscious.

A pant fallowed as he stood up and started to drag the body away from the turret and somewhere that would be less inconspicuous idea was not to attract attention. With both hands under the mans arms he stopped and made a face when her herd his radio crackle and come to life.

"-static- Trap team do you have confirmation on target!?-Static-"

"Trap team?" Cron lipped to himself still hunched over still holding the body

"Trap....Wait!" the body of the knocked out Malta engineer flopped to the floor and time once again slowed. It didn’t matter Cron was to slow as he herd a low crack and a spark sound as his backside lit up with a tingling sensation, a blue field of color crackled and flowed around him as if he was standing in the middle of a lightning storm. Time sped up and he dropped to his knees. The feeling of fight just left him as he dropped to the floor. It felt as if he was hit by a truck going numb from head to toe. Before long the tingling feeling came back and he started to make his way to his feet again and another blue arch shot from his side knocking him cold over dead as a deer on open season.

The gaseous aura of the complex looking weapon swung over the shoulder of a high tech looking operatives of the Malta. His companion joining him as they stood on either side of Crono looking down at there kill. A stiff boot was sent and received on Crons side the other just watched as he turned and tapped his com

"Trap team confirmed target, tagged and bagged"

The two looked and nodded at each other, a cocky victory salute to one another.

"-static- Affirmative trap team -static-"

He clicked his receiver once again "What do....." only static fallowed as a scream of nether flooded the room total darkness took over as the overhead light flickered off.

The operative flipped his gun around pointing the evil weapon in the direction of where his companion was.

The light flickered back on and beside the downed hero, a sparking pack and a sapper gun, no body.

"What the hell!?" said the wavering Malta.

The light started to fluctuate, the scene changed with ever flash of light he was able to see. Something in the dark? Where was it, who could it be?

"Who...whos there!? Ah no matter you’ll die like your friend..."

The light stayed off a breath from the Sapper was all that was herd. Then wait another?

"Oh really mun and who be d'eh one stopp'n me?"

A nether worldly sound shook the room and soon all was silent then a flow and a sound that only be described as a peace of technology contacting with the wet cement.

The light flickered on and there none stood.

Light peered back into the eyes of the hero, he looked up and there was a painted black face, the white marks unfolded into a skull and two beady eyes filled the eyelets of the hand paint.

"PLEH!" Cron spit and coughed sitting up. Brushing his face off and anything else he deemed unclean on himself off, everything came into focus. His head turned to a man knelt over a small medicine bag and a few bones on a poorly weaved square of linen.

A blue powder laid over him smelt offal and tasted even worse but just being near it made him feel like a breath of fresh air was shoved into his lungs.

"Yeeee'be more careful, muh young compan'yun"

The black hand swooped down and picked up the bones and dropped them onto the square. The skull face looked up after inspecting the fallen amalgamation of dead animal parts.

Cron looked to his feet and spoke "What are you doing here shaman?"

"Spirits be willing to talk tonight, deh say, muh young mun getting his booty kicked'n all" a laugh escaped his mouth "Grumpy bone's say trouble be lurken."

He sighed knowing that going alone would end up like this but it was nice to have a friend who lurks about like Shaman

"If I wanted help I would have asked"

"Dun' matt'ur mun. Spirits say ye need deh help wee bit week yah know?"

A moment of silence feel between the two, a drip of water here and there and a swipe of a hand and small animal bones crinkling together.

"Did'ja find wha' yah looken fur?"

Cron shook his head and started to stand up, the blue powder glittered off his black suit and hands brushed the rest off onto the cement. Shaman’s eyes fallowed the warrior to his feet then back down to the bones before him.

"Try deh underground, push deh dazies as deh say........" A loud laugh fallowed for a moment then stopped "...Undur' yah feet mun."

"Yeah, yeah I get it under ground base. And NO I’m not going to let a bunch of Malta take ...-mockingly- muh life."

Still looking away from the skulled figure Cron turned still a bit disoriented from being sapped ...twice... and the Shaman disappeared back off into the shadows of the night. Cron stood there and looked as they light swayed a bit. A clod draft from a broken window some how lead his eyes to a noticeable sight.

There in the corner of the ill lighten room was a manhole, upon closer inspection nothing was really different "Paragon Sewage" was all it said but unlike the rest of the warehouse, Cron knelt and slipped his finger along the wet rim then looked up at the hole in the ceiling, The cover was next to new.

"Deh spirits muh ass..." Cron mumbled to himself. Pulling the cover and descending into a dark abyss.