Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Adventure

Chapter One: Beginnings of A Rivalry

The night air felt cool to Marsellus' skin, sending chills down his spine. The evening had just chimed ten on this september night - and looking to the clocktower that loomed above even from a block away - He couldn't help but to feel that the evening was still young. Passing by nameless faces in the crowd on the busy New York streets, Gustov had a lot on his mind. It had been now three months since he had discovered these new powers that had been thrust upon him. Even now he could recall the events with crystal clarity: The encounter with one Bradley Maxwell in a science fair, sporting his rocket propulsion mech suit. The cocky prick had been quite snobbish as he grinned with the 'oohs and ahs' he had gotten. 





Rivals since two years ago when they were freshmen, The two of them had been in a battle of wits with Bradley leading just by a margin. But that June Evening had been a turning point that neither one of them would forget... Especially not one Marsellus Gustov. 

He had come to the convention sporting his mewest invention: A Baseball Cap that was Manufactured and tweaked to fit a device which could amplify brainwaves and give psychic commands for those with enough focus. He had just entered the gymnasium, dressed casually with a black t-shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes with that red cap set atop his head to allow his shaggy red hair to fall down into his sight just a bit. Seeing his rival lock eyes with him, a slight feeling of intrepidation set in with a cold slither. Shivers of anticipation had mounted within him. The Genius that was Maxwell was notorious for being quite egotistical and grandiose - And that usually meant some display of theatrics which would most likely be at the expense of Marsellus' pride in some way. 

And before he knew it, Bradley had took off in a dead sprint - Right at him. The sounds of mechanical movements had echoed through the gym, deafening and causing a bit of alarm from a few people that The Genius had passed by in his dash toward Marsellus. There was little time to react. Maxwell had closed the distance between the two of them in no time, from a few tens of yards to a few feet in seconds. All Marsellus could do in the time he had been allotted was brace himself for the impact. Using his left hand to shield his face, his right reached out in a futile hope that he could stop the assault. 'Why can't he just leave me alone...?' The scared Marsellus thought to himself as his mind raced, grasping at a concept of peace in what could have been his final moments in this war of wits. And he waited, and nothing happened. But the 'oohs and ahs' erupted around him, something that had given him a semblence of idea he was still alive. He was still breathing - heavily, of course - but nonetheless he had survived the moment. 

He opened his eyes just a squint to look ahead and astonishment took over his features as he looked upon the wreckage of what was once Maxwell's science project. Drones that had flown overhead caught imagery of the spectacle and sent a replay of it to the monitor which would have usually been for Play-By-Plays of basketball games, showing that before the impact from the mech, Maxwell's project had been enveloped in a red glow before floating in mid-air only fo erupt into a thousand pieces and leaving Bradley to fall into the wreckage of his suit. There had been no fire - so there couldn't have been any malfunction in Maxwell's equipment - and it looked as if there was no harm done to Maxwell in the process. 

Marsellus looked at the mirrored expressions of the onlookers around him and did not even feel the smile slowly creep onto his face until he looked back at the screen which showed live footage with a message over his head saying, "Flawless Victory!" Obviously a Mortal Kombat reference, it was at this moment that Marsellus felt the pride swell inside him at his accomplishment. He had won this time... But it would perhaps be far from over, judging by the groggy scowl etched upon his rival's face. The burning gaze of hatred amd humiliation in Maxwell's eyes, the smoldering fire within his deep blue eyes which dared to throw the darkest of evil and jealousy at him: No, this battle was far from over...