My Werepanther System: Starting with Nine Lives
Chapter 73 STREAK

Chapter 73: 73 STREAK

Victor woke up in a pained daze. And he could feel that his eyes were swollen from a heavy blow to the face. He cringed at the pain—

"Finally. You are awake." Krysta said.

"Dammit!..... I blew my chance at a surprise attack." Victor realized immediately. Oddly enough the interaction reminded him of Imani’s assessment of him back on the train.

His strength neutered his intelligence. Something he’d have to work on sooner than later. Especially considering his recent realizations.

"Can’t take on a military super-empire as a simpleton." Victor thought. Then he once again considered Imani’s words. "What’s the intelligent way out of this? I could send a pulse wave, but I would risk setting off any devices or shorting out the power and surrendering myself to anyone with nocturnal abilities. My powers are sensory based now, but they’re still new. So..... don’t use my powers first. Use my head. Use..."

"Are you sick, kitty? What’s the hold up." Krysta asked.

And a lightbulb went off in Victor’s mind, "Use a lie."

He activated just enough of his powers so fizzles and pops of electrical energy danced on his skin and his eyes glimmered as he opened them suddenly.

"H-help! My powers! I can’t control them..... y-you have to get me out of the house. NOW!"

Krysta’s eyes went hard as she charged him head on, stopping only to squat low and pick him up while he was still tied to the chair.

"Fauve Domestic-Defense Systems activate!" Krysta yelled as she dashed out of the estate carrying him over her shoulder.

All the while, Victor groaned and increased the intensity of his electrical pulses until Krysta was throwing him across the field in front of their house.

Victor flew and crash landed into a seventy-million dollar super car with so much force the windows shattered and the roll cage twisted from inside.

"Ohh.....I regret this plan." Victor thought as he laid on top of the car with his eyes shut and body limp.

Then, he felt a hot tingle. Outside of his own body.

He smiled.

"I figured.... knocking you out again would stop your power spike. Unfortunately, I do not have any of the sleepers gas. So I use the car. Precious metals put even the best men to sleep. Permanently sometimes, no?" Krysta said as she dusted herself off.

Behind her, the whole estate was suddenly covered in mana-metal plating and turret systems. Every door except the front was armored shut.

Krysta approached Victor. Hulking and fearless. "We will try again in a matter of hours."

Victor thought to himself, "I doubt it."

He let his arm fall through the busted in front window. It dangled there, seemingly for no reason. But with his shut eyes and electrical sense active, he searched.

He could see it.

A glowing core of pure refined energy. So rich and powerful it was burning.

It was the radio. No, the control system of the super car that was directly connected to a battery of electrical nos.

With his dangling hand, he reached for it.

Krysta neared.

She climbed up onto the car and reached down to grab him. "Alright, kitty. Up we go."

Victor let his hand touch the super cars control center.

Almost immediately, a ringing filled his ears as he absorbed the energy. What followed, was an explosion of lightning that sent Krysta flying back into the estate.

Victor came to and he was on his feet. He felt....

"Different." Victor commented as he looked down at himself. Lightning coursed through his veins. His clothes burned off from his white-hot touch. The world welcomed him in a pulsing echolocating network of energy circulations. And he now knew he could absorb it all.

Upgrade was an understatement.

Up ahead, thrown into a heap of destroyed cars, Krysta came back to her senses. He could hear her tearing through the torn metal and swatting away the furious gas fueled flames on the lawn.

She rose from the ash and soot. She shined like a gem. She was.

She wasn’t an Inheritence Ability user, but she did take the right brand of energel. As a result, her skin could turn into a hybrid form of steel-Diamond that could reflect bullets.

"Why would a tiger play possum?" Krysta asked. Her words were crunchy due to the shift and stretch of her crystalline skin.

"Why not?" Victor shrugged.

"Not a good answer." Krysta stomped the wreckage she stood on. One of the cars exploded and sent her flying after Victor.

Victor jumped after her. Due to him being completely unaware of his new abilities, he was left in a state of pure confusion as he found himself in the clouds suddenly. One second he was squatting low, ready to jump into the air and tackle his captor. And aunt. The next, he was in the clouds.

Literally.

"I..... can teleport." Victor realized before he quickly began to fall.

Imani’s words were still strong in his mind. He thought quickly of any way to make his blunder advantageous. He considered all he knew about his powers.

"I can see the flow of energy. When I touch it— I can disrupt the flow. I can absorb it.... And get new powers."

Victor found himself looking at electrified liquid chains of energy all around him. The clouds. They were pools of energy and conductive forces.

He reached out as he fell out of the cloud and pulled the lightning stored within.

Like a spiderweb of light, the netting extended and pulled at his touch as he absorbed it.

He fell like a star. Bright and burning. White-hot and disruptive to everything in his path.

The energy flowed with a spinning chaos in his stomach, making him dizzy and nauseous as he fell back down toward the estate.

He tried to focus. His vision blurred and his breaths came in quick succession. Suddenly he couldn’t hear the wind in his ears.

As he fell, he realized the world was darkening.

A spark popped and suddenly he was surrounded in steam as his aura fell apart.

His heart cringed and he passed out.

"No more naps!"

Victor opened his eyes and found himself laying in a crater.

Krysta jumped down into the crater with him, landing on top of him. She was a hulking mass of crystal. A living statue. A defensive juggernaut of a soldier.

One of few people to effortlessly make Victor look like a fool in combat. At least one of the few people he knew of.

She stared at him. For a moment she looked angry. Then, she sighed.

"I want to fight more. But I don’t wish to destroy anymore property that isn’t my own. Learn your powers and find me. Or I will find you." Krysta said.

Victor got up on his own since Krysta wasn’t offering a hand. "Ok."

"Let’s head inside."

Victor followed, with an uneven gait and light head. The only thing that stopped him from passing out was his hand brushing against the hood of one of the last remaining super cars in the lawn. He absorbed its energy and found strength in his legs in a flash.

No pun intended.

Then, like nothing ever happened— like he didn’t turn into a teleporting lightning bomb, he went back into the Fauve Estate.

Inside, a dozen military personel of a familial specialized black-ops regiment stood at attention. At first glance, they were just plain scary. At second glance, they were nauseating. Their arms were too long. Their hands were massive and they had grotesque overgrowths of back muscules. They wore dark armor of varying ages with an off the shoulder cloak made of tiger pelt. All varying breeds.

Beneath the armor, Victor— and anyone with functioning eyes, would find the same stripped scarring somewhere on them that could be found on Brand and Krysta.

The Tiger-Hunter’s. A kill squad Victor was slated to inherit once he gained mastery of his Inheritence Ability.

He’d never had any real interest in taking command of a team of hardnosed genetically and cybernetically modified killers.

That was until recently.

With his recent realizations and affirmed beliefs, he viewed them differently as he and Krysta walked through the ranks bordering their path deeper into the estate.

"Your father is home." Krysta said.

"He is?!" Victor looked up in shock.

"He wishes to speak with you."

"...."

"And someone has to explain the lawn."

"You’re a grown woman." Victor said with an eye roll.

"Do not tell me my age as if I don’t know."

"You got it." Victor replied.

"Now, let us step into the tigers den." Krysta said. She sounded like she was smiling.

They walked through the estate at a brisk pace, passing sculptures, glow-water fountains over marble floors, training rooms, diagnostics centers and even a theatre where films of famous recorded wars and Drift Battles were on constant replay.

By the time Victor made it to the bunker a mile beneath the estate, he was only more solidified in his beliefs.

Which was needed.

Vincent Fauve was an intense man.

They stood before a six foot thick hybrid steel door. Burn marks in stripes scratched three feet deep into its front side.

Krysta transformed into her crystalline form and knocked.

A voice didn’t come from the other side.

Whatever it was, it made them both flinch.

The door opened as if it was triggered by their fear scent.

Victor could hear the mechanisms spinning and cranking as the door unsealed from the frame with a whistling hiss and gave way to something pure.

No tech. No steel or sensory fields. Just an ice cold woodland. It stretched for miles.

It was dark as midnight.

Krysta sighed and stepped inside.

Victor followed begrudgingly.

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