He tried to contain his excitement but he couldn't, "Elite Guard Letter D for The Destroyer, The DRAGON, Demisaux, the youngest of all Mr.N's elite troops. Only 18 years old."
When he was sixteen, he crossed paths with the President's Elite Guard—Rank #3, the one they called "The Dragon King." It wasn't a fight born of pride, but of loyalty. He defended Mr. N's honor with reckless conviction, and though he lost that day, he was seen as a hero and the only known fighter to survive a fight with Vercingerot.
Demi scanned the crowd, his gaze sharp and inhuman.
The dark rings around his eyes twitched disturbingly. His pupils shifted focus zooming in, zooming out. "Muscle density is minimal, the height is lacking. We don't need skill, skill is useless, we need durability.
Out of 100? Maybe 5 Vanguard candidates.
"The rest… just useless bones send them to the army or police force to waste their lives away." Demi waved his fingers stating.
"We need strong human meat shields to die for our purpose. This batch? Useless."
Without another word, Demi flicked his wrist at the assistant standing to his left.
"Bring in the next group, Fina. This is pathetic."
Fina adjusted her tight skirt, disbelief written across her face as she tried to reason with Demi. "Are you serious? You haven't even spoken to them. You haven't tested them," she snapped, frustration cutting through her voice.
….
As Demi ignores what she said she mumbles.
"Elite Gaurd Letter "O" isn't going to be happy about this.—"
Before she could finish, Demi slapped her across the face flooring her.
The slap was so violent it almost snapped her neck as she felt the whiplash travel through her neck
The last thing she saw while conscious was the gum at the bottom of Demi's hard steel toe boots.
He stomped her head in at full force as her head bounced off the concrete.
Then the weight came down.
Once.Again.
Her screams never made it past the boot. The sound was swallowed, crushed into the floor along with her face.
To Demi's right, his Liutenant Sho stood perfectly still. Calm. Detached. He examined the jewelry on his fingers as if waiting for an appointment.
When Demi finally stepped back, the damage had already been done.
She made a wet, broken sound as blood filled her mouth, choking her words before they could form. Her body shook helplessly, her nerves firing without direction, breath stuttering and failing as she twitched against the stone. She was having a seizure.
Her face was no longer something a person could recognize.
Demi watched her for a moment longer.
His calm cold eyes slowly turned away.
And no one moved to help her.
The crowd watches in stunned silence overwhelmed by the sudden shift in demeanor and extremity.
Demi steps forward, voice thick with sarcasm and broken English.
"What's wrong? Not as advertised?"
James froze.
His eyes wide.
"What is this…" he whispered.
His fists clenched at his sides. A violent BEAST swelled inside him.
"What is happening right Infront of me."
He fought the urge to contain it. To not throw away everything he's fought for his entire life.
"This isn't right" He whispered under his breath.
He wanted to lunge. To strike. To stop this madness.
But confusion held him back.
Why.
What is this place.
What kind of person does this to a woman.
Not an Elite Guard. They were supposed to protect. To guide. To build something better than what came before.
Mr. N's Elite Guards were meant to be extensions of his will. Of his ideals.
James felt something inside him crack.
Like a child meeting his hero for the first time and realizing the stories were lies, his mind drifted, disconnected from his body.
Like a brokenhearted child meeting his idol for the first time James spaced out.
He felt sick.
He felt physically ill, so dissapointed in himself.
He had been played a fool.
He had been the main character of a Disney princess story. A "My hero isn't who I thought he was."
How did I not see through this. How could I have been so young and stupid.
James looks to his right, his face contorts "This has to be a bad joke right?" But the person he spoke to was as stunned as he was.
As he looked around him the silent crowd of "warriors" "sharks" became goldfish.
They all stood silent. No words.