In an apocalyptic era where two sworn enemies fight for what they had lost their troubles multiply. They fight to their death but do seem to tire out. They possess great strength and speed unseen to anyone. The fate of the world now depends on them, their actions and their wishes and as one suffers from loss the others a greater pain and like their colors black and white they were both born opposed and now the question is ‘who wins?’

“Master Erik please wake up already, surely you know your dad and step-sister are coming back today”, explained Ace, a mechanically advanced robot mainly for personal use and functions.

“Please freshen up your mom awaits you downstairs”.

“Come on just look at the time, isn’t it a little too early”, asked the boy.

“Just get up I want no trouble for ..........."

But before Ace could finish he was interrupted by a feminine voice though firm still jovial.

"How's my little prince feeling today, did you get enough sleep, my little charm", she said.

"Stop it mom l'm not little anymore, get it", he said, a little sternly to her.

"Got it"she said sadly.

Even though his biological mother died in a car accident with the cause still unknown he hated his step mom because he felt she had a connection with his mom's death. His step mom though tried so many times to win him over but always failed, it seemed like he only hated her more.

"Fine I'll freshen up so we can get going, but I'm only doing it for dad", he said, this seemed to have lightened up her gloomy expression.

"Thanks you're such an angel", she said coming closer and hugging him close to her bosom.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh", he groans, "let go off me", he cried annoyed.

Meanwhile in the dark, gloomy and poor parts of the city, Tektron City, a boy of unknown but quite unique originality was seen wearing a black camo turtleneck and a fitting but not too tight black trainer trousers. He walks with airpods plugged in both ears while walking towards the secluded parts of the city. He wore a long black cape with a hoody which covered him thoroughly. There seemed to be something straight but heavy behind him. Whatever he was carrying seemed to weigh on him but he beared with it. Anyone who walked pass him could feel his raw strength emanate from him, plus his aura felt move dangerous that it kept people away from him. He walked in a straight line leading to a foggy area accompanied with a very terrible smell, he could tell nobody else lived here but he didn't feel lost.

Suddenly, two shadows zoomed past him from behind, he stood quietly to monitor their next move. The foggy atmosphere in the area also made it look like they disappeared and reappeared from time to time until out of nowhere they struck him with heavy blows from their daggers. They broke roughly into pieces. What surprise the attackers was that their target had not move an inch and yet their robotic hands were shaking with the vibrations of a resounding gong/bell but they stood up prepared to accomplish their mission. Staring hard ahead so as to not lose sight of the target they prepare their attack only to realize he was not in front of them. At this point they realize his movement but it was late to prevent it. The was a soundless movement of feets a flow of lyrical sword slashes, the sound of a sword being sheathed into it's scabbard, and their inability to move. All this was initiated after he reappeared behind them. They somehow thought they heard him say, "You're both too slow it's disappointing". At this point they could feel their bodies disintegrating into particles of dust and atoms until their only remains were powdered nano-steel and electric sparks. The target walks away but is being watched from somewhere on top of a building. The sniper's watched the target through his telescope and aimed at him with his gun. In his mind, the image of a predator atop its prey formed. He smiles ready to pull the trigger.