Jimmy threw up and got up, his sweat rolled his face and touched the nape of his neck, he looked at his hand and saw blood, "What the fuck? How I get hurt?"
"Because I was hit when that X-DROID pounced on me," Asselyum stood at the bathroom's door and he looked at her, "What? What's that gotta do with me?"

"When you put those glasses on, our nervous systems get virtually connected. This means that you don't just control my reflexes but also my temporal senses like pain or wounds. So if someone cuts my throat, your throat will be cut too. The only difference is that I'm an ANDROID, I can be fixed. You cannot and you will die on the spot,"

Jimmy looked at her and she turned back, "Get that stitched,"

Lupin brought a medical kit and sat in the basement with Jimmy in front of him. He cleaned the wound, put Jimmy under anaesthesia and stitched the small hope back to stop his bleeding. Slaine and Axel stood at the railings on the top of the basement and looked down at them, "How does Lupin know all that? I thought he was just a hacker?"

"Maybe he studied medicine?" Axel said.
"Maybe," He looked at Asselyum who was standing beside them and looking at Lupin.

"Hey shitface," Slaine looked at Asselyum, "What happened to him? How did he get that injury?"
"Because we are connected," Asselyum said and then turned towards Slaine, "If I die, he will too,"
"What?" Slaine was shocked, "Why would put him through this? He has nothing to do with it!"

"I am not putting anyone through anything. I didn't create the X-DROIDs. Your race did," She looked into his eyes, "So take responsibility," 
He picked up his skateboard and walked out of the basement. Lupin looked at the door while Axel and Asselyum stood side by side. 

"So...Is there a cure to that Antex virus?" Axel asked.
"No," Asselyum said, "There is no cure,"
"So, is Jimmy gonna die?"
"No, you're only infected if their body fluids come in direct contact with your blood. Could be blood, saliva, lymph,"

Slaine went out with his skateboard. He went past the driveway straight to the skatepark. Suddenly, a pebble hit his way and he fell to the ground. He got up and slammed his board on the street at least three to four times, "Fuck! This bitch hurts!" He looked at his bruised elbow. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulders. He quickly turned back. It was Lupin.

"Why did you come here? You ran after me?"
Lupin pointed at his ear. Slaine touched his ears and the headset popped out. "You can track me with this too?"
Lupin nodded.

They sat on the empty street under a dim streetlight surrounded by moths.
"I hate her. She is bossy and wants everything her way, I'm not listening to her. She might as fuck that limpdick who sent her here and see if I give a single damn"
Lupin took out his notepad and wrote something. "I like her" It read.

"Stop being such a simp, man," Slaine shook his head and looked ahead,
Lupin wrote something again "She's a robot," 
Slaine looked at him, "And you are an addict," He picked up his board, "Stay away from me, loser,"

Lupin looked at him, ghastly through his long bangs, "Get that fugly hair trimmed first, and get some drip, Jesus. You look like some kid from the back alley that would get absolutely railed by the gang," Slaine looked back at him, "What? Wanna kill me now?"

Lupin wrote something. It seemed like a long message since he took some time to write that, "Don't write me a fuckin essay because I will not read it," And Lupin held the notepad before his face. 

"When you're attracted to something, you are not in control. You don't realize how bad that something could be until it completely destroys you. And at one point, you want to go back but it truly wouldn't change anything, because by then you become that thing. And you cannot be you anymore without that thing. Everything that makes you you tells you that you need to have that thing or you'll die. Everyone has that one thing in their life,"

Slaine snickered, "That's cap. I ain't attached to nothing," He threw the notepad back at Lupin and got on his board and Lupin smiled, he wrote, "Not yet," He wrote.
"Not ever," Slaine gave a threatening look, "Ever, okay?"

. . .

A teenage boy jumped over a fence and landed on dried grass. He walked ahead with his hands in the black hoodie that had a skateboard stencil drawn on its back, "Sup dude," He smiled as he wore his face mask, "Whatchu got, my man?"
A man in a dark green hoodie passed him some dollar bills, "Will this do...Rune?"
Rune was Denis' business name. A dangerous business. Denis smiled, "Oh yes, this is quite enough," He took the money and came closer to him, he looked around and slowly slipped a white packet into his pockets, "There's your shit,"

"You are arrested," He said and grabbed Denis' hand.
"What the fuck? You are you?"
He pulled his hood down and revealed himself, "Police," Denis almost froze, "You selling drugs, huh?"
"So, someone snitched, huh?"
"Yes, and you are coming with me,"

Denis kicked the policeman in his face and jumped back up the fence, "HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!" The policeman reached for his gun but couldn't find it, "Looking for this, dawg?" He held the gun in his hands and his feet on his skateboard as he stood on the other side of the fence. "Alright, fetch!" He threw the gun away and ran off in another direction. 

The policeman tried jumping above the high fence but failed. He got his headset, "He's run away! Catch him!"
Denis boarded across the streets as various police cars followed him. He went faster and faster, jumping over fences and flipping his way down the stairs. The police cars couldn't catch up and once he twisted into an ally, he just went through the empty, wet and narrow streets. Soon, he was lost by the police. 

"Ha! Losers!" The ally opened into a skatepark. Some boys were practising their moves on the vert ramp. Denis jumped his way into the vert ramp and blocked all of them, "Denis!"
"Come on dude, can you stop being so annoying?"

"Seriously, what would it take for you to not be a fucking asshole?" One of them said.
"I don't know, a night with your mother," Denis laughed and walked down.
"Oh, piss off!" 

Denis walked down the ramp and reached a fireplace with some skateboarders sitting around it and warming themselves in the dark. Some of them were smoking. He reached the fireplace and looked at a blonde teenager, "Riley!"
"You got the money?" Riley asked. He had long, curly blonde hair and a long pointy nose, His skin was pink, and his face was chiselled. His eyes were dark and mysterious.
"No, someone snitched. I got run over by the police," Denis sat beside him.
"Why you always gotta bleed my ears with bad news,"

"Ain't my fault your men suck," Denis grabbed a cigarette and lit it up in the fire, "At this point, just run a whorehouse, at least we finna ain't gonna get run over and you'll finally get laid,"
"Denis,"
Denis smoked and looked at him, "What? I am for real. Make yo' boys sit there with their legs wide open, we getting fucked by the police anyway, might as well start enjoying it, nay?" Denis smirked and left, "Loser,"

"Asshole," Riley continued smoking while all the others were skateboarding. Another blonde boy came and stood beside them. He has short, silky hair and piercings on his ears and nose. His skin was olive and his eyes were honey brown. Riley smoked as he looked at him, "What you got, Frank?"

"Slaine's got some new friends." He said and Riley looked at him with surprise.
"How do you know?" He asked.
"I saw him with an albino guy, sitting on the footpath near Street 11, about as tall as Denis, looked like a creep, skinny, weak, pale, weird. Gave me all bad vibes,"
Riley threw his cigarette into the fire and smiled, "Should we go meet him?" 

"Slaine?"
"No," Riley grabbed his board, "His albino friend,"

-To be continued

Denis and Frank
5500 Rebellion