Chapter 9

Chapter 9 - Influence

June 16, 2009, 12:16 AM - Downtown Aequitas

“Go, Light of Sanction!!” Kal exclaimed.

He thrusted his fist up into the air. At that moment light started to emanate from all of the pieces of his armor, expanding away from him as if in a shockwave. Light consumed everything around them, all the buildings and alleys. A beam of light was sent high into the sky, like a beacon showing the ending of a long, epic battle. Within the light was strong energy, the power that flowed from within the being of Kal Iszarc. Everyone around could feel it in the air; it was electric. The holographic images of the duel disappeared; Onika's life points dropped to 0.

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“Holy” was all Trey could utter, his mouth agape. Alan threw him a sideward glance.

“This is the reason I told you we were not allowed to use the cards in normal play. They are too devastating.”

Kal slid his remaining cards into his wrist and allowed the Cyborg mechanics to fold away the dueling platform. As this happened he rushed over to Onika.

He was in bad shape. The force of the light was too powerful for a human body, and perhaps even the power of the Wind itself. Onika fell to his knees, and would have fallen on his chest if Kal had not run up and grabbed him by the lapel. Kal jerked Onika's shirt, sending his head flying back.

“Onika, what exactly is going on?”

Onika seemed to be emanating a form of light-dust particle; something that didn't seem to exist in reality, something you definitely couldn't touch. It was just a speck of energy from the Wind; the spirit was falling away from its host.

Onika's mouth twisted into a grin; he began to chuckle.

“You know more about what is going on than you give yourself credit for, Iszarc.”

Kal was puzzled. He did indeed know how this began, but he didn't know why certain events were happening. He wanted to know.

“Onika, why does Joel Karne have abilities?”

Onika was shocked; he didn't think this would be asked.

“I due time, Kal.”

“Why do I have abilities?”

Onika seemed flustered again, “I cannot answer that.”

Kal was getting frustrated. He needed these answers, they were the final pieces.

“You can't, or you won't?” Kal asked, desperate.

Onika grinned, but it faded away as pain started to flow from his human host. More dust fell from Onika as the Wind started to lose its grip on reality.

“Why can't you tell me anything?”

Onika stared into Kal's perfectly sculpted face earnestly.

“I have been told not to.”

Kal was taken aback. Who had the authority to command the Wind?

“By whom?” Kal treaded.

Onika's eyes averted Kal's. He didn't want to answer out of fear, but he needed to.

“The powers of the Light.”

Kal's jaw dropped.

“What..?” He couldn't fathom this happening. After he was told that Wind was on his side, he couldn't believe that there was still something out there to mess that up.

“Kal,” Onika began, “I wish I could tell you more, but I cannot. Light has prevented me from even thinking the answer through some magical block; I do not even actively know the answer.”

Kal's head dropped.

“Then you are of no further use for me.”

Kal let go of Onika's shirt; tears started to roll down Onika's cheek.

“I am on your side, Kal. I have been rooting for you ever since I was imprisoned. I wish it was like the good old days... Ever since the orbs we have all grown so distant...”

Kal perked up after hearing that.

“Orbs?” he questioned, “What orbs?”

Onika's sad face turned to fear.

“Damn it.”

A beam of light from the heavens came cascading down upon the dark-skinned man. The force of this pushed Kal out of the way, shoving him all the way back to Trey's feet.

Onika started to rise; the green dust particles of light started to flow out of every pore on his body. Wind was being sucked right out of his host.

Onika turned his head to face the five of them, “The powers of the Water are growing near, be on your guard. I have faith in you...”

The light disappeared, taking with it all the green dust and light from Onika. His body slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Kal stood up and brushed himself off.

“What the hell is with your arm?” Trey asked. Kal turned and looked at him. After a moment he burst out laughing. This only irritated Trey.

“After all that, you only ask about my arm?”

Trey sent him a warning glance and Kal stopped his chuckle.

“Kal, that was awesome...” Talia began.

“Thanks, Talia,” Kal replied, too quickly, “Please think about how you got here.”

Talia stopped and thought for a moment. Kal squinted his eyes a bit and tensed up his neck muscles. His robotic ones. He was tapping in to his abilities.

In moments Kal had read Talia's mind and was up to speed about the events around them.

Trey was lost.

“What just happened?”

Alan gave Trey the courtesy of turning to face him. “By now you should have realized how different we are.”

Trey was angry, but he was suddenly light-hearted. His mood just shifted; he felt it do so. But why was another issue. He certainly didn't do it. So, what did? Trey looked into Alan's eyes in curiosity. Alan winked.

Sirens were heard in the distance. Something attracted them to the area, and Kal had an idea of what.

“The DPF are coming this way. Not only do they know that I am in the area, they are probably being sent to investigate why this entire block has lost power.”

They all looked around. Everything was dark; it was all due to Kal’s burst of light from a few moments before.

“We cannot stay here,” Kal continued.

“This conversation is no longer private,” Geoff interjected. He was staring off behind Kal, toward the fallen Onika. Kal noticed this and jerked around to see what the problem was.

Onika started to stir; he moved up to his elbows to get his face out of the dirt and dust from the alleyway. He seemed disoriented.

Kal rushed over to his side.

“Are you alright?”

Onika’s attention was suddenly snapped toward the sound of Kal’s voice. He focused his eyes and tried to see just who was there.

“Who are you?” he asked, “Where am I?”

Kal sighed. He didn’t know anything, he was just a host. He probably didn’t even know that any time had passed…

“My name is Kal Iszarc, and we were just in a duel here in Downtown Aequitas.”

“Aequitas?” he exclaimed, “Iszarc? You mean the Kal Iszarc that changed the way the DPF organized itself?”

Kal seemed in the mood for boasting, but he decided not to.

“Yeah, the one and the same,” Kal turned his head to listen for the sirens. They were getting closer.

“Listen,” he said, “this is going to sound very unorthodox, but you are coming with us.”

“What?” he asked, along with Trey, Alan, and Talia. Geoff already knew what was going on.

“Look, guys,” Kal said, turning toward the group, “if we leave him here the DPF are just going to take him in. And no one wants that, especially not him.”

“You’ve got that right,” Onika said, sitting up.

Trey turned away and walked down to the end of the alley and hopped onto his D-Wheel.

“I’m not taking him with me. It is bad enough that I have to take Geoff…”

Geoff, noticing that Trey could leave at any moment, hopped on to the back.

“That won’t be an issue.” Kal walked over and took Onika Bakar by the wrist and slung him over his shoulder. There was no problem.

Talia hopped onto Kal’s D-Wheel with Alan behind her. Kal walked up to them.

“This time I will keep up.”

Trey stared at him, but didn’t question it. Kal grinned.

“Hold on, Onika.”

The three of them sped off, Kal keeping pace with the two D-Wheels with the aide of his robotic limbs.


June 16, 2009, 12:24 AM – Unknown Location

The room was dark. There were no windows; the doors were all shut. There was not a sound.

Inside the room was a table, a large, wooden one with ornately carven legs. The table was large enough to fit twenty people comfortably, but there were only six chairs.

Suddenly list started to appear from the corner of the room. It was a dull light, almost like someone had a candle on a dimmer switch. Only, no one was there.

The light started to grow more intense, turning to a deep shade of purple. The air currents around the empty room started to swirl; the light was forming a funnel cloud in the corner of the room. The wind came to an abrupt halt and the light quickly dimmed. Left in the stead of this magic was a man with his eyes closed.

The man stood over six feet tall. He was muscularly built with very broad shoulders and hands strong enough to crush a bowling ball. He was wearing a very small, black tank top, something that was there more for the idea of wearing a shirt rather than wearing one at all. The skin of his arms and chest were exposed; he was a very tanned man, he had seen some sun in his day. He wore simple, black, khaki pants and some comfortable shoes. His hair was white and cut short, it naturally spiked in the front. He had a small beard that was just the length below his lips with a mustache to match.

He opened his eyes to his new space. The irises were solid black.

He walked toward the head of the table, taking his place in the head chair. He pressed a finger to the corner of the table-top, starting the surface computer that was built right in to the wooden framework.

In front of him appeared six circles on the table’s computer screen. They formed a circle all together. Each was a different color; purple, blue, red, green, white, and brown. All of them were high lighted, except one: the purple one.

Suddenly the green one went dark as well.

The man slammed his fist into the table. “Damn it!!”

He sat that way fuming for a while, but he got over it. He then pressed three of the other four that were full and bright. The red, blue and white were all highlighted. They each throbbed with a glowing ring around them.

Suddenly three orbs of light appeared on the other end of the table. Air started to flow around them, too, just as it did when the man at the head of the table entered the room. The orbs each turned to another color: the first blue, the second red, the last a light yellow. Then they all came to an abrupt halt and left behind were three individuals.

The one that appeared from the yellow light was dressed in all white. He wore a white jacket over a thin white shirt. He even wore white khaki pants and white shoes. His hair was short and brown and combed over to the side. He had a smirk on his face that seemed like it was almost permanent. His eyes glowed a soft white over his normal blue irises.

From the red light came a man in a pale-white t-shirt and black jeans. He wore a dark-grey jacket and a fedora hat over his shoulder-long, almost white hair. On his left wrist he wore a pair of intertwined black leather bands. His eyes were blue, but they glowed a faint red color. He looked angry, but he tried to hide it.

And from the blue light appeared a man in a tailored blue jacket over a white shirt with dark blue jeans and black boots. He had green eyes under his long, brown hair that glowed a faint blue. His hands were covered by white, fingerless gloves. He looked like he didn’t care to be there at that moment, but he didn’t mind. He could have cared less either way.

None of the men standing at the other side of the table were out of the ordinary. They each had pale skin and were very slender. The muscular man at the end of the table was their antithesis.

That man stood up out of his chair and looked down the table toward the other three.

“We need to have a little chat.”


June 16, 2009, 12:41 AM – Succurro – The Palmarium

The six people walked through the door of Kal Iszarc’s apartment; all were completely at ease. Kal, Trey, Alan, Geoff, Talia and their new acquaintance Onika took a seat on one of the many places that were available in the apartment, after all it was the penthouse suite and it allowed a lot of room.

Talia went to get a glass of water, as she usually did when entering the home. Kal went to the far wall and picked up a large coffee table to sit in between all of them.

Alan, Geoff and Onika sat together on one couch; Trey sat by himself in one of the only two chairs.

Talia returned and sat down on the opposite couch next to Kal; he had placed the coffee table parallel to his seat.

Trey watched in wonder as Kal tapped on the table top and it seemed to come to life. He moved his fingers over the surface of the table and images started to appear, seemingly from his fingertips, and started to scatter. Kal noticed this and grinned.

“This is a surface computing device; Kal has been building one ever since he first saw them advertised by other companies,” Talia chimed in proudly.

Kal nodded, “Yes. While I borrowed a few of the concepts I generally made a better design with my own ideas.”

“That, and you have that special bond with machinery,” Geoff interjected. Alan couldn’t help but laugh at that; Talia couldn’t suppress her snickering either.

Trey couldn’t take this anymore, “What the hell is going on?”

Everyone stopped laughing instantly. Back to business.

“Right, you still don’t have any idea what is going on here,” Kal said. This only further irritated Trey.

Kal dropped the subject. “Place those two cards of yours on the table, face down.”

Trey was stunned. He actually believed that he would get an answer, finally, after these last two hours of waiting. But now the subject was dropped once again.

“The two cards you got from the stone,” Kal reminded, “Place them on the table face down.”

Trey did as he was told, though with reluctance. He took out his two cards, a red suit of armor and a tiny, winged creature, and placed them face down on the table. Instantly two circles from the on-board computer surrounded the cards; the names of the cards were highlighted on each corresponding ring.

“You can pick them up off the table now; they have both been scanned into the system.”

“What??” Trey exclaimed, flabbergasted, “You want to keep tabs on my deck, is that it? You knew that I would have beaten you if you didn’t pull the Sector Security card and say we needed to split. So now you want to compete against me in the hopes of finding a way against my deck…”

Alan gave Trey a look. He concentrated, straining his eye muscles. He was focusing on Trey intently. Suddenly Trey stopped his barrage of irate comments. He was just… calm.

“Trey, I have no need for that. I would have given you a run for your money; I just needed to get out of there. We couldn’t afford to be caught.”

“Fine, if you say so.”

Kal chuckled. Trey noticed that it sounded strange, like he didn’t have any breath. It seemed… mechanical.

“I scanned the cards in the computer so that all of us can figure out ways to make all of our decks better. More flawless. That is all I needed; now the computer can simulate your entire deck and find out what parts could be changed.”

“Is that so? What makes you think that I have any loose ends in my deck?”

“The fact that I beat you by sheer dumb luck,” Alan offered.

Trey turned to face him, “So you admit it?”

“Guys, guys,” Geoff said, “Stop this petty feud and listen to what Kal is about to say.”

“Thank you, Geoff,” Kal said. Trey slumped back into his chair, folded his arms and looked off toward the wall away from everyone else in the room.

Onika took turns looking between the other five people in the room and couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “This whole thing is ludicrous.”

“Ludicrous or not, you are in this too,” Kal replied.

“Me?” Onika asked, “But I have no powers or cards that have come from stones. I am just Onika Bakar, searching for work somewhere away from the bloodshed of my old country.”

“But you have found that job, Onika, or rather the job found you.”

Onika cocked his head to one side.

Kal continued, “The powers of the Wind decided on you for a host. The host. You have something special about you that put you up for the task; you aren’t out of this just yet.”

Onika settled in his chair. He guessed that he would have to stay a while after all.

Kal grinned at this. Tonight was just his night. He got up and walked over to the wall, the same place where the coffee table computer had sat only a few minutes before. On the floor was what looked like a brick.

Kal picked up this tan stone and walked back to his seat. He placed the box on the table; a ring appeared around it to signal that the computer recognized an object there. No name appeared on the ring.

“No name appeared on that ring,” Trey pointed out.

“That is because I do not know what to call it,” Kal countered.

“Well, what is it?” Alan asked.

“This,” Kal answered, “is why we are here today.”

“What do we have to do with a brick?” Geoff asked.

“This isn’t a brick,” Kal responded, “It is a box.”

“What’s inside?” Talia asked. She was almost giddy to find out.

Kal looked over to her, “It’s not what is inside, it is what was inside.”

“Can you stop the suspense and just get to the point?” Trey blurted out. He was getting pissed.

“Fine, Trey, whatever you like,” Kal responded calmly, “This box used to contain several charms, enchantments, and objects that were used to lock spirits away, to put it shortly. Inside were gold ankhs, jewels, scrolls, stones, and anything that can hold a magic spell. Five thousand years ago this box was assembled to lock away the combined powers of the three spirits that we were told were unleashed: the Wind, Water and Fire.”

“Wow, right powerful box that should be,” Geoff chimed in.

“That it is,” Kal continued, “You all know the story of the seven Millennium Items, correct?”

Everyone nodded, but Kal continued to emphasize his story. He pressed down on the table’s surface and out popped seven pictures, each of a different, ancient item. He brushed his hand against the table and the pictures scattered around.

“When the tomb of the ancient, nameless pharaoh collapsed Pegasus went and searched through the tomb to gather back his lost item: the Eye. While he was there he took the time to gather the others and put them on display in museums around the world. There was only one problem; he could not locate one of the items,” Kal pulled back one of the pictures, one of an upside-down pyramid with an eye on the front, “the Millennium Puzzle.”

“What does this have to do with us?” Trey asked, impatient.

“I am getting to that, Trey,” Kal responded, “Anyway, these items were part of the Pharaoh’s court, and after he disappeared he left the power with his most trusted man in the court. This man became the pharaoh, and he used his new authority to start the creation of this box. The Nameless Pharaoh had this idea for a while, but he never acted on it. The new pharaoh decided to fulfill this idea, as a departing gift for him.”

“So they created the box, the one that you now possess?” Alan asked, intrigued.

“Yes, this is that box.”

“Then what happened?” Trey asked, “Why is this happening now, of all times?”

“This has to do with my past,” Kal said, “I will tell you my story, then you can understand just what happened so that I could have this box.”

“Fair enough” was all Trey replied.

Kal started into the story once again, “When I was young my parents enrolled me in the Continental Duel Academy, where I studied under Joey Wheeler. He was a great teacher, having learned from the King of Games himself. While I was there I learned to duel, and I soon became quite good. But when I was just six my parents were both killed. Murdered. My mother’s body was found in my house, and there was enough of my father’s blood there to declare him dead. His body was never recovered. I was sent into foster care, which was run by the Police Unit. While I was there I grew up with the care of the Chief of Police, almost like he was a godfather. I became friends with another boy there, someone else who wouldn’t be picked in the selections of new couples wanting a child. His name was Lance. We both went to the Duel Academy together, and we both ended up being inducted into the DPF at young ages.

“I lived in the barracks of the DPF for most of my life. I got really passionate about what I did, and soon I began to duel better than anyone else in the facility. Lance was the only person that could give me a fair fight, but I still wiped the floor with him.

“When my parents died I was given my father’s old things. I received the Ally monsters from him, back when they were black framed. I dueled with those and I never lost. I was ranked Employee of the Month several months in a row. I would duel, beat and take in several criminals a night. I became nocturnal.

“Well, one day we came across the biggest crime boss of our time. He was the coordinator of many operations in Aequitas. He had a major reward sum out for his capture. Well, I found him, and I challenged him to a duel. It was my job as an officer.

“I was not prepared for his tactics. He used an assortment of cards that dealt damage to me each Standby Phase for the number of cards I controlled. He then manipulated the number of cards on the field, so that he would avoid the damage he would be dealt. Since my cards work better together, and in large numbers, he had the strongest strategy to go against.

“He defeated me and got away, and I went into a depression. It is petty, I know, but it happened. I had never been beaten before, and I had never done poorly at my job. I had broken both of those in the same night.

“This affected my work. I didn’t win a single match after that, and I was reluctant to leave the barracks. One day the chief had to come in and fire me, and I stormed out. I went back to my old house, gathered up some stuff, took my father’s old bike, and left out for the woods.

“Once there I practiced on dueling. I survived off the land for several months, but then I came back and acted as a vigilante for a few weeks. The DPF got tired of my upstaging them, so they had a manhunt after me. I ended up running, with that same bike, and headed towards Succurro, where we are at.

“I needed gas, so I stopped at a gas station half-way between Aequitas and Succurro and filled up. I paid, and the man there offered to induct me into a tournament held by Pegasus. He said his name was Bill Utilis, and that he was a talent scout for the tournament. I accepted, and I went to this very building.

“After several days’ worth of dueling, I ended up winning the tourney and I won this very apartment. But when I came to check it out there was a man waiting for me. He said his name was General Gregory Pravus. He was to take me back to the Cyborg program to finish what they had started with me. I refused, but they took me anyway.

“After a three month procedure I was turned into a Cyborg. Somehow I was able to keep my intelligence, even though I was a machine everywhere else. I ran away after trying to duel my way out against Colonel Tyler Satrix, and I ran back here.

“When I came here I met up with Talia, who was living here in my apartment for that three month period. She was in the tournament with me, and we dueled in the final round. When she went to find me she ended up just staying here. She updated the apartment, giving it a more modern feel like it is now. I told her the story of what happened to me, and then we ended up falling in love.

“After I got back I went back to my father’s house. I went through all of his old stuff and I found his old journals. I found out more about him than I thought there was to know. I found out that he was an archaeologist on his off time, and his favorite place to look was Ancient Egypt.

“When he found out that Pegasus was unable to locate the last Millennium Item in the tomb of the Nameless Pharaoh he took it upon himself to find it. He wrote in his journals that he searched, but the only thing he found was an old box,” Kal motioned to the stone box before him, “This box.

“He wrote that he opened it and took out all the objects. Inside he found many gems, precious metals, and stones that looked priceless. He took out as much as he could and traded them, making loads of cash.

“Some time after that entry he stopped writing. It was dated a few days before his disappearance, so my theory on how he died completely changed. I used to think it was a man by the name of Bill Amlund, the creator of the Ally monsters in Pegasus’ company, that killed him for revenge. But now it seems like he was killed over this box.

“I also found out that inside the box were seven stones. My dad wrote that he couldn’t get them out, like they were glued in or something. I found the box with his journals in the garage, so I opened it and tried to see for myself. I took them out with ease, there was no problem.”

“So, those stones were the ones that we used to get these new cards?” Trey asked, pleased that this was getting somewhere.

“Yes, those stones were what created those cards you now hold. I found out that these stones were held by the new pharaoh’s court, and inside were their powers of calling creatures out of the Spirit World. These stones were the personal energies of those ancient court members to call forth creatures to this realm to fight with. And now these stones have transformed to adapt to our weapons of choice, the card game that Pegasus created to represent those ancient tablets.”

“But, why did they change for us?” Alan asked, “Surely they were selective for only those of the court, not just any random Joe.”

“That is true,” Kal continued, “and we are not average Joes.”

“Apparently, since you all have special abilities,” Trey chimed in.

Kal turned to face him, “You have noticed, huh?”

Trey faced Kal to respond, “Who couldn’t notice? You pause every so often and concentrate, then you suddenly are up to speed with what is going on? You have the ability to read minds. And when you told me to take Geoff with me on the D-Wheel, you also had the ability to control minds.”

“I’m impressed,” Kal responded, “Very good.”

“That’s not all,” he continued, “I have also seen that Alan here can manipulate feelings. Every time I get out of control he changes it so that I am ungodly calm.”

Kal grinned, “Yes, that is one of the things that he can do.”

“And it seems that Geoff has some sort of all-knowing presence, similar to yours. He seems to know more that you, even, for you always look to him to get your bearings.”

Kal chuckled, “You are very insightful, Trey.”

Trey seemed pleased with himself. He liked his ego to be stroked.

“I do have the ability to walk into people’s minds. I can see anything about them, their past, their present, any information about themselves or other people. I can see it. I also can manipulate myself, being able to levitate, see the future sometimes, and also control things telepathically.

“Alan can control emotions from anyone around. He is very useful when people become hostile. But that isn’t all he can do. He can also destroy things with a thought, as he told you in his story. He is also very useful in creating force fields, which he can bend to being defensive or offensive. He has also been experimenting with manipulating matter, but he has yet to be successful.”

“Thanks for that, boss,” Alan interjected.

“Hey, just telling it how it is,” Kal responded, “Geoff has that all-knowing presence. He has the most intriguing ability of us all; being able to know what is going on with anyone, anywhere, at this very moment. He is very useful in knowing when something is coming, such as the police. He also can make things change physical appearance, which is also very intriguing.”

Geoff nodded his head in appreciation.

“And Talia here has an unusual ability; she can copy any one person’s abilities at a time. If she wanted to read minds, as she usually does, all she has to do is be in my presence and mimic my ability. She usually doesn’t change her power, but she can at any time if she wanted.”

“Thanks, Kal,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” he said. He winked.

“Then what do I have?” Trey asked.

Kal turned back to face him, “You have the ability, from what I can tell, to make fake objects, such as holographics, into real items. You can turn a duel into a real match, with real creatures, and real damage. And you also can function as a power booster for the rest of us; I could feel my abilities to read minds strengthen when you dueled against Alan.”

Trey seemed to be okay with that. “Alright, then.”

“You never explained why the Elements are after us,” Onika piped in. Kal had almost forgotten that he was there.

“Right,” he said, “Well, when my father took the contents out of the box and traded them off, the spell that bound the Elements away was broken, and then they must have been released.”

“But that was so many years ago! You said that was when you were at the age of six, right? But that was almost eleven years ago!” Talia said.

“You are quite right,” he replied, “And I have no answer for why they are only showing up now.”

“Why do we have these abilities? And why were we able to unlock the power of the stones?” Trey asked, anxious.

“That I don’t know either. I tried to ask Wind before he left, but he said he wasn’t allowed to tell because of the powers of the Light.”

“Well, does that mean they are after us too?” Geoff asked.

“Who?” Kal asked back.

“The Dark and the Light.”

Kal stiffened. He hadn’t considered that.

“That is entirely possible.”

Alan yawned, “It’s getting late, I think I am going to sleep. All of this stuff today has been tiring…”

He got up and went to the guest bedroom near the front of the house.

“Well, I’d like to hit the sack too. It’s just that all of you are in my space…” Geoff said.

“Very well, Geoff,” Kal said, “We will be off to the bedroom, and Onika and Trey, you can make yourself comfortable here. There is another couch over to the side of the room for one of you.”

Kal and Talia got up and went for the bedroom. Onika went over to the opposite couch where Kal and Talia just left, which left the couch off to the side for Trey.

Trey had had one interesting night. He got into Aequitas to be ambushed by a commoner after his bike, and then he ran off to find Kal Iszarc, the most infamous man around right now. He then found out that they all thought they were magic and in some sort of plot that had to do with Elements in the universe. The strangest thing of it all was that he believed them.

He closed his eyes and got himself comfortable. He then fell to sleep right there in the apartment of that Kal Iszarc surrounded by a band of people, each with a different power.


June 16, 2009, 6:41 AM – Succurro – Highway

Kal Iszarc had gone out to the store to get food for the others. He no longer needed food, but he knew that the others would. He waited for Talia to sleep then he went to get his D-Wheel.

It was interesting how he got that D-Wheel. It was his father’s bike, the one that had been sitting his garage for so long, the one that he rode off to Succurro on in the first place half a year ago. When he got back home he read in his father’s journals that his bike transformed, and thus he found himself a D-Wheel.

What was stranger was that Trey had one that was identical. Kal’s father won that bike in a contest many years ago, so it was possible that the same maker gave one to Trey. He needed to ask Trey just where he got his.

It was still dark outside; it wouldn’t be light for a few more minutes. The highways were empty. Kal would be able to get to the store before anyone knew that he left.

Then he saw someone behind him. It was just a single light at first, but as it got closer Kal could see a motorcycle behind him. A D-Wheel.

Suddenly his bike started to transform, changing from the bike to a D-Wheel. His duel disk popped out of the dashboard and his Riding Duel Deck appeared in the card slot.

“Speed World 2, setting on. Auto Pilot on stand by,” the onboard computer said.

“What is going on?” Kal wondered. He looked back to his challenger, “Did he do this?”

“You don’t have a problem with an early morning duel, do ya?” he heard in his helmet headset.

‘He has hacking skills; no one has been able to get my frequency before.’ Kal thought.

“Sure, why not? But you don’t know who you are messing with.”

The man on the bike behind him chuckled. “I know you better than you know, Kal Iszarc.”

Kal gasped. Who was this guy?

To be continued…

Closing Theme


Next Time on Yu-Gi-Oh! TC:

Kal: Hey, I’m just trying to get groceries.

D-Wheeler: I am just trying to duel.

Kal: Why me? What do you know?

D-Wheeler: I know more about you than you realize.

Kal: Who are you?

D-Wheeler: Someone you should know very well.


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