Intoxia Warriors - Mizuka Blood (Book One)

by De'Karhi Philpot

As the massacre continued on the upper levels of the Warehouse, more than two-hundred lives have been slaughtered, bodies lacerated from their limbs and heads lying around floor. More than eighty-four lives have been taken by this deadly activity had sent Goosebumps through three lower floor employers of the Warehouse and they had their doors buckled and had made the mistake to trap themselves within the offices.

  "How do we get out of here?" Shouted a female associate, who was quick to lock the door with the master key, screamed horrendously with her heart slithering into her throat. Sweat drooled down into her chest as she nearly shitted herself.

  The horrific vibe of Black's voice boomed through as he ripped the office door off it's hinges. The entity had approached the three vulnerable men who are stonewalled but were dead men glancing the infamous Black. "Death is the only way out."

  Speechless at what they've heard. It became clear that the era of the Avarian Beasts had begun from fifteen years earlier. The head-manager, Gusado Hakusei, approached the monster and realized that he, without hesitation, spoke his mind even though it would cost him his life.

  "Let me tell you something, I may be the only one who knows the code to that safe over there," Gusado pointed in the direction to where the lock was at. "But need I remind you that if you tried to awaken those monsters back into this world, they will be too powerful for you to decipher?"

  "I could give a damn less. There's no questioning that you were a former sergeant of the Intoxian Army, so I'm more than certain that you were trained well before leaving the army," Black complimented. "But in all fairness, if you wish to live for this particular day, I advise that you watch what you say and just hand the Sheruga DNA over peacefully. I'm a man, or should I say, monster of my word."

  "The one thing that you're going to get is nothing but instinct annihilation," Gusado uttered fiercely as he unsheath his sword from behind.

  Black had thought twice about his plan and knew that one of the head-managers were going to prevent the monstrous killer at all cost.

  "One time was all I needed to rip you to shreds, brat," Black had performed the same stunt with his sword, in terms of mockery toward Gusado. "You won't be alive long enough to inform Lola that we came and paid a visit to one of the largest weaponry businesses in the Northern Coast. So I'll stop by a later on tonight for their little ceremony."

  Gurasdo's adams apple felt stoned, feeling as though it were to burst out his throat due to fear. All he could ultimately do was maintain his confidence.

  "Last chance. You sure you want to go through with this, Black?" Gusado asked sternly.

  The Reaper never answered to him, but allowed his actions to do the talking.

  With the two of them engaging a single blow, Black's long, solid-gray sword immediately switched into a scythe. His body moved at a lightning speed as both frames stormed passed. The scythe had indiscrimately decapitated the manager's skull from his shoulders clean with a sudden burst of blood splashing from the inside. Collapsing on the floor, Gusado, from Black's perspective, didn't put up much of a fight when he anticipated the fear in the man's heart.

  I thought that Lola would have pressured herself into training these people from the time she became Core General. Oh, well, there's nothing new or surprising about that, Black thought continued his persuit with Lisa awaiting him at the entrance of the top floor office.

  "You pretty much didn't need my help to get into the building, asshole," Lisa whined flaking her arms around up and down, in an immature way. "Why do you insist on provoking me to help do your dirty work?"

  Black gave a detailed and strong answer that caught an interest in Lisa's mind, "Because the one reason why I'm doing that is to show you what needs to ultimately be done in terms of working as a team. That's the true purpose of organizations. Don't make it seem as if I'm only telling you because I refuse to entrust you."

  Lisa seemed concerned. She almost became subliminal about the way he said it, but all at once, the succubus knew her ringleader was right.

  The alarms were triggered all over the building as reinforcements were on their ways to Warehouse 102.

  Lisa made a factual suggestion to their new plan, "Black. You think it's best if we both took our leave--"

  "No. I'm going to try and break through this seal. Since Lola knew eventually how to have it locked down," Black applied.

  "I swear, you're so fucking stubborn, that's for sure," Lisa commented to Black's aspiration to accomplish things.

  "Well, you should know me by now. I'm too much a jackass to listen to anyone," Black turned the knob on the lock and activated the code: 5-2-6-9-1. "Hmm, I guess she didn't think this through if she's persistent enough to guiding this damn thing."

  "Lola's a stupid bitch. It puzzles me why you're suprised," Lisa said.

  Black saw the color of a cream-peach color orb known as the Mythical Origin Sheruga DNA and the books of the Aruba Bloodline.

  Lola, looks to me like you have a whole lot more to learn about being the Intoxian Army's General if you have high expectations of surviving, Black's hand crawled deeply into the safe and with his skeletal grasp obtaining one of the most vital and perilous materials that are never to be published to the world. This is the one man-eating beast that will bring mankind to its' knees for the gory horrors that awaits their flesh.

  ***

  Chapter 2 - Casual Conversation

  Lola had exited her room and realized it was only very few soldiers on the top of the buildings, her floor. She sighed once more before proceeding, taking it into consideration that she had more than enough time to talk with Crystal Aruba, her youngest and yet to be newest soldier of the army. She reconsidered her feelings and had to remain confident and not let a speck of courage escape her. I should go wake her up. She usually likes to sleep in during the days before she could get started on whatever she does on a daily basis.

  As she continued onward to the downstairs cafe six floors beneath her office, she saw a two of her warriors Makayla Hadoki, age twenty-four and Venusa Wusadu, age thirty-seven. Everyone all quoted in different timings.

  "Morning, General," Makayla uttered as she saluted.

  "Morning, Makayla. I was expecting you to return a few days earlier, than that's when you told me what happened with the Cyrius Organization, right?"

  "Yes, ma'am. I thought that the member Flute Mizuka, was still at the Caverns. But it was awfully nice of General Siya to send in backup, since I tried getting in touch with you, but since the Caverns was on the Western Coast, I thought it was best if I contacted them," Makayla openly answered, feeling a bit nervous by the time she was done speaking.

  "It's understandable. I will be held accountable next time. We'll be sure that nothing like this happens again, right?" the General asked her associate.

  "Yes, ma'am," Makayla answered with a warm smile returning to her face.

  "Alright, now go get dress for tonight. We have the newest recruits that will apart of the Intoxian Army," the General commanded as she continued down the hallway and onto an escalator. But before she boarded, Lola looked back at Makayla and said, "Great job, by the way, you two. Just a seven more missions and I'll rank you up."

  The air felt somewhat light once Lola's compliment embraced the brown-haired woman as she waited until she came to her room. The hallways had been abandoned once everyone was gone.

  ***

  Soldiers all over the cafeteria were preparing to grab themselves a hot meal as well with Lola surging through the crowd. She looked around, peering in various directions and saw Generals Tornado Poison, Shizuka Siya and Brook Aruba.

  Upon witnessing them, the scarlet-haired General leader went to the Chef Teru gawking up with happiness coming in.

  The Chef utterly said, "Morning General. Sleep well last night?"

  "No I didn't. Had something on my mind lately and it's been a pain in the balls," Lola answered firmly. "It's became a rapid dream for me this year and something is not making me feel so well."

 
"Well, can't bail your way out of the ceremony tonight, madam. But I know you've been stressed the fuck out lately though, so I can tell you, as a man, what all that feels like," the Chef commented on Lola's conditions. "But I'll do my best to make you a good meal to try and ease your nerves a lot more."

  "Do whatever it takes, I know for a fact that there's going to be some time for me to think about this while I'm talking with the other Generals for now," Lola retorted with her eyes glued to the plate of scarmbled eggs, three toasted breads, five bacons, a twenty-four-ounce size bottle of orange juice.

  Teru, age forty-nine, had been the Army's head-chef since he was twenty-two years old, twenty-seven years of experience to be exact. He's been around for as long as he could easily remember. He had chocolate skin, somewhat broad shoulders with a small dash of gray hair around different parts of his beard. He stood at almost seven feet tall that towered almost everyone else in the building. The color of his eyes were different, his right eye was somewhat gray, due to an incident he went through six years before he was employed at the Intoxian Facility and his left eye cinnamon brown.

  The man soon handed the plate over before he decided to clock out. He slightly hoisted his hand up and waved farewell before retiring for the night.

  Shizuka and Brook started laughing their fellow leader came to the table with a look of frustration and sorrow.

  "Morning, General. What's gotten your panties in a knot?" Brook Aruba, twelve-year Southern Coast Intoxian General.

  Brook appeared in a blue Balcony Dress with her hair with a single pony-tail in place. She's a light-skinned woman with a small diamond necklace around her neck. She's also born with a birth mark on her lower-back. Two of her eyes are blizzard-blue mixed with grape purple.

  "I'm not worried about that right now. All I must know is why am I called down here, since I informed you guys to meet me down in the cafeteria today," Lola replied rather harshly.

  "It's about the Sheruga DNA," Shizuka answered quickly.

  "What's going on?" Lola quickly emptied her mind to have think about the Warehouse massacre.

  "Unless we come up with a solid plan to prevent this from happening, I doubt we have a slithering chance of defeating Black Hinura and the Bloodlust army," Shizuka answered.

  "Let me guess," the table became silent once Lola figured out the issue. "That bastard Black stole it, didn't he?"

  Shizuka knew she could rely on Lola to figure out the answers. They're relationship had always been vividly clean since early child hood.

  Shizuka Siya is a eighteen-year Western Coast Intoxian General. She contains red-hair. Practically similar to Lola's hair color but a bit lighter with small hints of brown and yellow. The color of her eyes are at a hazel brown. She wore a long-warrior outfit that trailed down to her ankles. On her forehead is a metal like armor that's symbolized of an eagle in silver-color.

  "I could barely keep up with the fact that I was going to be unaware of Black's movements and what he plans on doing next," Lola said gingerly. Her voice felt a bit dried and she was still tired from all the hard work and training she did last night with some of the newest recruits of the Army later tonight at around nine P.M.

  "Lola, are you OK?" Tornado Poison, thirty-one year Eastern Coast General, an enlarged wolf, asked with his voice deeper than the sound of a hunchback whale. "You're putting too much physical and mental stress on yourself and I know you won't make it for the next week if you keep this up."

  "I'm aware of that, Tornado. I don't need you to lecture me about that," Lola uttered instantly.

  "Well, I'm going to because you're always in the position to take a long break, you know. It's not fair to everyone else that you have to put yourself through such an overwhelming situation when you'll be needed for future events," Tornado spoke his mind. He's been around Lola since she was two years old.

  Despite all the times Tornado's been capable of speaking his mind, he'll even say what's needed to be said toward the one woman he disciplined with skills through her time at the Academy. For only two years, he became the Core General of the Intoxian Army, but his health, at the time was holding him down. For the sake of keeping his health stabled, he ultimately offered the title over to someone with the energetic mentality of a youth.

  "We should be more concerned about Black before you two start talking down to each other," Shizuka thought in higher thoughts. "That Sheruga DNA will cause a massive amount of damage if they're on the verge of the Avarian Beast of the Aruba Bloodline."

  Lola and Tornado agreed to the assessment, even though it may seem that the two no longer get along with each other. Aside from dislike, they did have high quality of respect for one another for their confidence.

  "The orb was sealed away for quite sometime, I thought that the Warehouse would have been the most secured place for it to be safe. But knowing Black, he knows how to toy with our thoughts into thinking that we're winning," Tornado commented on Shizuka's assessment.

  "As far as I'm concerned, the Avarian Beasts have always been meant to stay classified until the right time. Unfortunately, Black isn't going to stop at nothing to get what he wants. Even if it means getting his hands dirty," Shizuka replied.

  "You two realized that Chess is his favorite game to play, right?" Lola stated. "It may not seem as if it's relevent to this conversation, but what you must understand is that's one of his special methods to how he makes sudden movements. His mind isn't as simplistic as you expected."

  "Now the one thing that's confusing me is the controversial arguments all these people around the world are speaking of when it comes to the Aruba Avarian Beast. I thought for a moment that there was suppose to be more than one product that he needed in order to reanimate it."

  "People have to see things to believe it before they start making an argument. That's why you never listen to the public if you know someone a lot better than all of them combined," Lola stated clearly with her voice find some sort of recuperation. "I want to post-pone this conversation for the next two hours unless there's more that we must discuss. I have four youngsters I need to wake up. I'm hoping that they're trying to get dress beforehand," Lola deliberately post-poned the discussion after having her meal.

  She went over back to the section of the dishwasher after waiting in line.

  ***

  Lola had continued to the escalator that took her to the floor of Crystal E. Aruba.

  She approached the door and it opened automatically with the sign of the door going from "Crystal Aruba" to "Door Opening"

  She saw her youngest daughter-figure still in bed, since she stayed up a bit late after struggling to finish up her last line of a poem she's been writing for sometime. Crystal wanted to finish it before the night was over, but didn't have enough time as Lola told her to get some rest for tonight.

  She came to the mattress and woke the gal up. Crystal felt her body moving a few moments before she opened her eyes and saw nothing but the blurriness of her room. After ten seconds of rubbing her eyes, she viewed Lola's pale appearance standing before her. Soon afterwards, they both exchanged an embrace for a few moments as they started speaking.

  "Morning, Crystal," was all Lola could get out of her mouth.

  "Morning, Lola. What time is it?" Crystal asked.

  "It's going on nine-twenty A.M," Lola answered, standing up from bed. Crystal willing managed to embrace Lola, gawking around the room as followed. "Time to get dress for tonight. I know that there's going to be a lot of people, so if you intend to be at my side at all times, it's relevant. So, don't be too mortified to come and see me, OK?"

  Crystal nodded, agreeing with Lola's proposition. They both released the embrace as well as removing themselves from the bed. Neither of them had anything else to utter at the very least and it became clear that both of them knew they had nothing against each other, even when Lola had to secretly be hard on her youngest child-figure.

  Before she started thinking, Crystal sighed as she went over towards the closet t
o grab a towel, Lola's been more and more calm with me as of recent. I don't get why she has to be so soft and ginger towards me? I understand she's doing something that Diamond Aruba is a legendary warrior in these books that I've been reading. I don't know, maybe I'm driving too much pity into myself.

  The next room Lola was attending was her only son, Hitachi R. Mizuka; eighteen years old and shares somewhat of his mother's personality and his father's courage, someone he's never known throughout his life.

  She walked toward Hitachi's door, which forced her to come to abrupt end at the entrance. It never occurred to her that he's her only biological son and yet her husband abandoned her with the child. It only enraged her if she thought about on more than one issue that's had when it came to Hitachi.

  OK, Lola. Get a grip; he's your flesh and blood. The boy you brought into this world eighteen years ago, Lola thought, struggling immensely to clutch her fist as she activated the code to Hitachi's room. Is it complicating to tell your child something about his or her parents at this age? Even at the age of eighteen, I still feared that it'd be an age where these four youngsters wouldn't be able to understand the consequences of military lifestyle.

  The Mizuka mother of Hitachi Mizuka entered the room without second thoughts and was hoping that he'd be up in time for tonight. And he was. It didn't disappoint her that she's the only parent Hitachi has, not to mention that she had to tell him some lies in order to keep him safe from dealing with his darker emotions.

  "Hitachi," Lola uttered to her son. He turned his head and smiled casually. She walked over towards her son as they both glared the mirror. The both of them realized that Hitachi resembled his father's appearance. "You looked exactly like your father on the day I was marrying him."

  Hitachi sighed with his smile fading intensively; expecting his mother to take notice of it, but she refused, knowing her son, because it showed a plain image of what he wanted to ask.