Incognito
The Last Ones: Led by Breaker. A team of superhumans that formed after the Apocalypse. An event that forever changed the world...
Cade sat so still he could have been mistaken for a shadow. His obsidian eyes reflected the vomit sky. And a grin etched his tanned face.
Cade never could take anything seriously.
It was because of the man who sat next to him. Breaker. The ringmaster of that miscellaneous crew; The last Ones.
Never had Cade met a man so intriguing, not in all his years of exploring skeletal cities like Toronto or New York. Cade was always alone.
Until Breaker found him.
“You’ve got some skills.”
“Yah I do!” Cade’s smile widened at the complement. Drat! He’s appealing to my vanity!
“You’re powerful, I've never seen anyone beat the Crux Alliance so easily.”
The Crux Alliance... Another faction in this new dangerous world.
“That’s why I want you to join us. We’re the last ones who still believes in humanity, even after the Apocalypse destroyed it.”
“Why me? Am I that strong?”
Cade knew full well that he was. In fact, his connection to the Opaque dimension gives him the power to have anything that he desires, anything. If he desires to win, he’ll win. If he desires food, he’ll get it somehow. This power was both a blessing and a curse.
An inheritance from Dad.
Cade looked up at the hazy horizon. I was born into this. Could I save this godforsaken world?
“Fine, I’ll join. But only if you help me”.
“Of course. With what?”
“I want vengeance.”
“Sure.”
Cade smirked.
“Just like that?”
“We all want revenge. I, want to kill The Sovereign.”
“The one who started the Apocalypse?”
“Yes... Him. Now what shall we call you?”
“I want to remain incognito, so call me that.”
“Welcome. Incognito…”
About the Creator
Deasun T. Smyth
Eighteen years ago… I was born into the wind-swept lands of the prairies – where I regularly fly on dragons and battle goblin kings.
I'm a First Nation's wannabe writer, trying to survive college...
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Comments (4)
well written story loved it👌
wow nice
Vomit sky, never heard of that term before, lol 😂 I like the superhero name. If only we all have that kind of power and just get it by inheritance. Enjoy you story
I really enjoyed that and would have happily kept reading, well done :)