Cyberpunk: Ultimate Cyborg System-Chapter 497: Bone Crown. (Part Four.)

One of the spears wasn't pointing at him. Werewolf saw that in the corner of his eye, and though its target was out of sight, the voice he heard told him where it was about to hit.

BOOM!!!

A devastating explosion shook the restaurant, and for a moment, the entire building seemed on the verge of collapsing. Every soul present inside froze in place, and then they all turned their heads toward the source of the tremors.

On the second floor, the room where the fight against the gang boss was happening had its walls destroyed.

Light seeped from a massive hole in the ceiling. Rubble fell, and dust rose into mist like clouds. Amidst all the destruction, crimson droplets fell to the floor, slowly forming a small puddle.

Werewolf watched the droplets go down one after the other, and his eyes seemed to lock onto one in particular. The instant that the droplet plunged into the crimson puddle, sound filled the world once more, and time seemed to return to its original flow.

Drawing a sharp breath, the furry hero released his body from its static state and slowly lowered his arms. Both of his hands had such deep gashes that the bones underneath were entirely stripped.

He had done it. Without thinking for a second, he had jumped in front of the projectile and tried to catch it with his bare hands.

In the end, he failed to stop it, and the most he could do was alter its trajectory. He was lucky it hadn't taken his shoulder with it, but the damage to his hands was still severe, and the pain shot through his nerves all at once, serving as a reminder of his foolish attempts.

"Whoa, you actually did it…" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Hearing the voice, Werewolf's eyes snapped wide open, and he whipped his head to the right. On the other side of the room, the red-haired youth was standing casually with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, almost as if he was just passing by. The sight was so surreal that the furry hero started to believe that he was seeing things.

"Man, now you're making me feel like an asshole…" said the redhead. "Can't believe you actually tried to take the blow for me. That's a hero for you, I guess…"

With his mind failing to understand what was happening, Werewolf felt that the youth's words only made things worse. He had jumped in front of the projectile to stop it from harming the youth, risking his life in the process, but now that it was all said and done, he found out that it was entirely unnecessary.

"Shit… guess I have no choice…" clicking his tongue, the redhead turned to the Pope. "You just tried to kill me, Father Ching Chong. More than once. You know what happens now, right?"

"Boy, you don't know what you're getting into," the Pope cackled as the remaining two spears started spinning. "You think I would be fighting the BEO if I were worried about a brat like you?"

"Then you should start worrying," with a hand on his neck, the red head tilted his head left and right, stretching. "You aren't fighting the freaks anymore!"

The youth vanished, as if he had been clipped out of the world. Once again, the world seemed to slow down to a crawl. Werewolf's eyes stretched wide open, and his perception finally caught up with the movements his eyes were capturing.

In a fraction of a second, the red-haired youth ran up to the Pope. Two spinning spears shot straight at him—the first met his fist at an angle, ricocheting off it and piercing straight through the floor. The same happened to the second, only this one blasted through the ceiling.

Acting as if he hadn't just redirected two high velocity projectiles, the youth arrived at the Pope's side and reached up to grab one of the spinning spears, sparks flying from his hand as he plucked the bone from the air.

Paying it no mind, he turned to the old villain and stabbed down without hesitation. The spear, having stopped spinning, went right through the Pope's right leg. Several white planks formed in its path, but each one shattered on impact.

Once the sharp point came out of the other end. The red-haired youth let go of the spear. The force that held it in place was gone, and the spinning resumed. The sudden release of force twisted the wound, pulling the flesh along.

Time moved again. The spear seemed to shatter into dust, but it was far too late. The Pope's leg bent at an unnatural angle before flying into the ceiling, blood splattering in every direction.

"Gu-FUUUUUUUUK! MORGERFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK!!!"

The Pope's pained cry snapped the furry hero back to reality, and he finally thought to move again. His palms had yet to fully regenerate, but he could fight again. Not that there was much fighting to be done after this point.

"Damn, that was close," the redhead peeked from behind a nearby pillar, taking in the surroundings with a grimace on his face. "I almost got his blood on me…"

"You… goddamn… brat…"

"I warned you, old man," said the youth. "I told you we had no beef. You just had to make some."

"I'm… I'm going to… kill…" the Pope forced his words through gritted teeth, his face beet red with rage as he held his bleeding leg. White powder gathered around the stump, quickly sealing the wound, but the pain wasn't going away any time soon. "I will… kill… you all… everyone…. Everyone you know…. I will use… their bones…"

"Nah, you ain't doing shit." Acting as if the threat meant nothing, the youth tore his gaze off the bleeding Pope and looked at Werewolf. "You don't need him alive, do you?"

"No?" The furry hero answered, only to realize his mistake a moment later. "Wait! We need him for-"

"Too late."

Before he could say anything else, Werewolf watched as the red-haired youth stretched his right arm, pointing a gun at the villain.

BLAM!!!