General Disclaimer: I do not own Super Robot Monkey Team (SRMTHFG!)

Warnings: Dark themes, possessive themes, Antauri x Nova (Antova), suggestive dialogue, violence, possible thick details, language, possible lemons/limes if requested, dark romance, OOC moments.

Rating: T (May change to M)

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Chapter 1: Protection

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Inaudible countenance quirked along the surfacing rhythm of shifting steel objects. Swiftly converting from lifting to dropping, powerful strength motioned several different weights in two supporting arms. Strong, mechanical limbs cracked accidentally underneath the pressured forces of the stumbling exercise equipment. Trembling slightly, the figure holding the two thick fifty-pound weights suddenly lost control, knees buckling with the lightest maneuverability.

The female simian regained her composure after dropping the weights unceremoniously to the leather training floors, the familiar sound of clambering metal suddenly drawing her attention toward both of the items once more. Glistening sweat cascaded across her former clean golden fur, the blinding glass light bulb above her clicking frustratingly. She groaned, blinking her distinctive rose-colored ocular lenses, focusing intently upon the enormous sack of sand placed in front of her, dangling from a single metallic chain.

Cracking her knuckles, Nova continued her exercise by flinging her bare clenched fists into the surface of the punching bag, imagining several different faces of defeated, yet hated villains after each swing. She needed to support her constant strength, as she wasn’t able to train herself earlier in the morning, since the rest of the Hyper Force had been using it momentarily. She was blocked form the usual Formless simulation tests, as her leader had commanded for her to remain in the sidelines while the rest of them begun their rounds in the training room. She found herself angry, venting her rage upon the helpless training equipment in this one particular room.

A place where she could be alone. A quiet area, the only sound reverberating from the constant methods of miraculous swings and strides toward the weights and punching bags, all caused by one powerful female simian by the name of Nova.

“Nova?”

She stopped. Craning her neck slightly, the yellow monkey nearly winced once she recognized the simple comedic tone of one of her closest companions. The red simian leaning against the doorframe smiled cockily toward her, raising his metallic helmet brow in response to her current appearance.

She groaned, settling calmly as she regained her patience, gasping for breath after the long endless routine she had known was incredibly overdue. She shrugged nonchalantly, turning around briefly to face the ace pilot of the Hyper Force with a tweaked grin, suddenly confused on why he had shown himself in the separate training room like this in the first place. She growled, her fur bristling, suspecting that he had only come to watch her in her distracted pace.

The male simian stood firmly, smiling cheekily as she glared toward him. “Sorry for bothering ya, Nov’s, but I was wondering if you could do the old Sparkster a favor.” He laughed as she rolled her eyes in response.

Nova grunted, clasping her fingers around the silver bars that supported the weights, lifting the left one to her shoulder slowly before repeating the process with the other arm. “Why are you asking me?” she demanded between thankful lungfuls of breath.

The self-proclaimed comedian shrugged. “You’re the only one awake. It’s eleven o’ clock, if you haven’t noticed.”

He chuckled as she suddenly broke in her actions, her orbs lifting slowly toward the digital clock positioned above her. She nearly screamed under the force of the annoying realization. The fur along her spine began to bristle with impatience, her left eye twitching slightly as she struggled to build enough patience to resist destroying the stupid electrical device with her bare hands.

Sprx folded his arms. “So…can you do me a favor?”

Nova sighed. “Sure.” She then continued practicing with the weights, listening closely as to what he needed to say.

The pilot smirked, flexing his arms above his head as he scoped the surroundings. “Well, Antauri asked me to do another patrolling thing around Shuggazoom, but I already did that earlier with Otto. And you haven’t done it today, so…” He spread his arms wide, emphasizing his future question. “…can ya, you know, take my place?” He produced a false begging pose, his eyes watering with fake tears.

Nova, once again, rolled her eyes, letting the weights drop to the floor with a satisfying clunk. She grimaced, pondering while she folded her arms behind her head. She swiped sweat from her brow, staring at him with her metallic hands placed on her slim hips. She sighed exasperatingly. “Fine. I’ll go.”

Sprx inwardly cheered. “Awesome.” He squeaked suddenly as a familiar iron object was hurled against the wall, just above his head. He blinked, redirecting his attention to the female that had been impatient enough to throw one of her weights toward him.

“Let me finish training, Sprx.”

“But—”

“NOW!” She refused to hesitate while she tossed another weight in his direction, only to watch the thick iron clad slam against the closed door, signifying Sprx’s retreating form. She sighed deeply, frowning somewhat as she glanced back toward the clock, her patience now officially erased.

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A low chill descended secretively through the barriers of the dusk walls, the starless skies teeming with the longing for the presence of dawn to slur through the horizon’s pelt with a single stroke of an invisible claw. The black, elegant surface of the unusual, unseen dark moon in which hung perfectly behind the thickened coat of nightfall, refusing to reveal itself unless the beholders of the night would actually bother to respond.

Massive electrical motors slammed brutally upon the surface of the asphalt streets, crumbled pebbles rolling amongst the hills with minimum speeds, the silent rush of water spilling from a short red fire hydrant signifying the intense atmosphere.

The cold, quiet rhythms of croaking frogs echoed firmly as Nova’s sound receptors began to turn. The two seatbelts strapped across her chest tightly enclosed her slim body against the leather chair of her vehicle. She sighed. She had been patrolling Shuggazoom for several hours, the uncertainty of agreeing to Sprx’s pathetic begging suddenly clawing through the back of her mind. Straightening her posture, she narrowed her eyes sharply as the glass scanners before her began reacting to something. She observed the smallest details quickly, subtly confused on how it would react if she could not see anything.

Her foot pushed lightly against the gas pedal, yet, as she had expected, the vehicle refused to move from its current position. She inwardly cursed. The golden simian unbuckled herself, straining her gaze across her keyboard, wondering on how a little mechanical mishap would completely disable her temporary job. Nova growled, grinding her teeth frustratingly before glancing upward, pushing herself in the exact same direction. The entrance lid above her soon slid to the left, Nova’s silhouette barely distinguished through the night once she stood atop her frozen Foot Cruiser.

Stupid piece of junk. I should have Otto fix it or something. She shrugged, crossing her arms impatiently as she leaped elegantly from her stance, landing flawlessly to the ground below. She observed the car-like structure through the darkness with careful focus, though could not perfect her observation of the details. She grimaced, rubbing her temples lightly. How the hell am I supposed to get back? I could walk, but…Nova sighed, trailing from her thoughts.

A sudden change in the wind’s course drew her attention. Instinctively, Nova thrust into a skillful battle stance, well-aware that she clearly wasn’t alone. She mumbled something incoherent, her fierce ocular orbs darting back and forth. She slowly began to circle her vehicle, her back poised against it as she focused upon each and every surrounding with sparks of intense frustration.

I could’ve sworn I heard something. Her fists drooped slightly, her spine relaxing as she regained her calm stance. Nova released a sigh of complete relief, as she wasn’t talented with eyeing malicious villains through the darkness of the night, and she found herself suddenly defenseless once she heard another distinct noise. She growled, the fur along the nape of her neck rising—Damn!

A sharp, irrevocable blast of pain surged through her trembling limbs, her veins pumping adrenaline briefly as she struggled against the strong course of an iron-fisted object. The unseen weapon collided against the base of her skull, her body collapsing automatically to the floor with a split-second whisper. Her mind immediately blacked.

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Intelligent, mechanical objects stared cautiously within the surface of an equally focusing projectile. Hesitantly, the ocular lenses of a pure, interesting liquidized blue shade blinked with an apprehensive bow of an unspecified creature, comprehended as a creature of pure intellect. His broad metallic shoulders slumped longingly to the sides of his slender, slick sterling body. His stiffened expression was stretched upon the shifted weight of his unmoving lips, his attention fully presented upon the shifted weight of his unmoving lips, his attention fully presented upon the human prying the robotic catastrophe from his dark black hair, rubbing his scalp with outstretched fingers.

The silver simian sighed in defeat. He had been trying to assist the child with each aspect of his homework duty papers. He never agreed to complete the work for him, but he would if it was legally aloud from the principal’s rights, since Chiro’s dedication to schoolwork was minimal, and he barely intentionally focused on his primary duties. He especially disliked the account of his sonly figure straining himself to a certain limit, like a toddler able to sustain hold of a miniscule lollipop for only a brief moment.

“Chiro, you will never increase your dutiful bounty with lack of preliminary focus,” Antauri instructed, his calm stature visibly stiffening form his newfound irritation with the boy. Truthfully, he was never truly angry with Chiro, but was willing to punish him if the child was increasingly lazy with his important duties for the future.

Chiro stared upward through the wise expression of his highly admired mentor. He wanted to please Antauri, but his actions earlier of barely containing the focus of using that strange invention Otto created for his focus to stay intact. He never needed it, as the silver simian had claimed before. Antauri had always claimed that the young boy only needed to extract the attention from other objectives, such as video games and pie-eating contests with Otto and Sprx, or awry things like television, and more so interact with the algebra equations typed firmly within the white sheet of his schoolwork.

“I know Antauri. I just don’t like these types of things, that’s all.”

The silver monkey chuckled with unsure amusement. He had never spoken with Chiro so straightforward of his daily activities before, nonetheless had he struggled to associate with, in his case, simple math problems that were nothing but high school procedures. He never expected for the boy to stare ever so blankly at the surface of his packet, only glancing in the ocean-blue orbs of his instructor carefully, right before returning to fiddling with his pencil.

“I’ll be back in a moment Chiro. I only need to see the others and what actions they are performing this very moment,” Antauri confirmed quickly. Since the child appeared associated with his own little world, the sterling simian smiled, before vanishing from the boy’s quarters.

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The silver simian strode toward the command center, quite aware that no one would be present so early in the morning. It was exactly five o’ clock, in which he had awoken Chiro early so he could show him the important training assessment. However, at this moment, he had allowed the boy to rest after the continuous marathon of mental training.

The sterling creature motioned quietly toward the enormous scanning computer, pressing his fingers delicately against the surface of the keyboard. With each satisfying click, he found himself prepared for the rest of the morning. He pressed a particularly large button, releasing an automatic black microphone from underneath the metallic sheets of electrical wirings, positioned directly in front of his pursed lips. He inhaled deeply.

“Monkey Team, I would appreciate it if every one of you woke. Chiro, you are excused and may rest, but I would like to see if the rest of you are present in the Super Robot. Report immediately.” His deep, baritone voice sparked within the atmospheric echoes as each traced syllable floated through the hallways.

Antauri grimaced, awaiting the presence of the robotic simians. He folded his hands, resting his chin upon his clasped fingers. He slowly began to close his ocular lenses, deep through the thinking process. He instantly straightened himself once the familiar rush of the transporting tubes distracted his pondering.

He immediately narrowed his eyes once he recognized a certain ace pilot.

Sprx returned the glare with a rather sheepish approach. The blue and green simians awaited beside him, though the scientist himself cast his non-related brother a somewhat curious glance. The red simian reached across his shoulder, scratching the back of his head as Antauri continued the merciless glare of dissatisfaction.

The sterling simian briefly cleared his throat, acknowledging his appearance as he stepped forward slightly. “Sprx, exactly why are you present before me at this time? I thought I told you to take precautions while patrolling the city several hours ago…at eleven o’ clock, yesterday,” He demanded sharply, his strong mechanical arms crossed as he awaited for the comedic monkey to answer.

Sprx chuckled weakly. “Well, I, uh…I asked Nova to take my place for the morning patrol thing. I guess she’s not back yet.” He grinned, his lips barely tweaking once he noticed the crash of pure shock that exposed itself upon Antauri’s facial features.

The spiritual advisor blinked. “I…see.” He had spoken softly, not expecting that particular answer. Once he absorbed the details clearly, signifying that the golden female was not present at the moment, he instantly relaxed, realizing that Sprx was, indeed, telling the truth. “Very well. That is unusual for Nova, but I believe you.” Though, his artificial heart thumped rapidly against the surface of his broad chest, his subtle concern sparking interest within him as he recounted Sprx’s words.

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“Wake up, little girl…”

The golden female was unable to respond. Her face clenched, her body aching terribly, the familiar numbing piercing the exact pinpointed back of her skull suddenly awakening her to ultimate realization. Her metallic hands were positioned behind her, her wrists bound together so tightly she figured the circuits would suddenly burst from their sockets. She groaned from the inevitable pain, the incredible surge of discomfort quaking from her liquefying leg bones revealed the tense, ugly bruises displayed along the surface of her once-glorious pelt. She shuddered, her arms struggling through the grasp of the rope’s iron power. She soon noticed the thick gray cloth wrapped tightly around the lower portion of her head, tied firmly in the back as, in the front, the surface trapped her mouth, digging ferociously through her tender cheek flesh. She attempted to scream in frustration, though only released a muffled yowl. She froze once a cold, calloused claw-like object trailed along her face in an almost adoring manor.

“So, do you think the boss will be happy with what we caught?”

Nova remained perfectly still, swallowed with fright. She couldn’t protract her fists, as she noticed that her weapons were slanted against the wall several long lengths from where she was positioned, her spine straight. The shadows enveloping the scene masked the face of the creature that spoke. She instinctively jerked her head back once the same hand wandered lower, resting firmly upon her chest, squeezing painfully. She snarled, groaning uncomfortably.

“Cut it out, Jag. Scarr won’t like it if he sees you play with his present.”

The scabbed palm removed itself from her chest. Nova growled, narrowing her eyes fiercely toward the lithe shadows. Judging by the distinctive shapes, they were monkeys. Obviously, they were not genetically enhanced, yet their scent released an unforgettable stench, a foul aroma clouded with smoke and drugs.

The golden female wriggled slightly, scooting herself further along the walls in the direction of her weapons.

The male by the name of Jag, still concealed, whispered to his comrade with the same, high-pitched, scratched voice. “Relax Zekis. I’m just having a little fun.”

“The boss will kill us, though…”

Nova decided to not listen, entertained only from the idea of escaping the grasp of these perverted simian males. She growled inwardly, her throat rumbling thunderously as she motioned across the ground, literally dragging herself silently toward her targets: her enormous fists.

A subtle slash through the darkness distracted her briefly, the flash of silver evident as a single shadow fell limply to the ground. A thin trickle of crimson slithered across the stoned alleyway, startling Nova enough to slam herself against the wall in pure shock. She observed the corpse, realizing that it was the same monkey that was touching her. She gulped, struggling to regain her complete courage as fragments were transformed into shards with each passing second. She froze as a powerful, strong mechanical arm reached downward, flinging the body of the monkey aside as two large, cold green ocular lenses focused intently upon her. Her heart skipped several beats, the figure leaning on his knees to meet with her properly.

He was frightening, yet stunning all the same. His body rippled with powerful muscles, his features cloaked with pure malicious desires. His glass orbs were traced with a heavy sweep of pure lust. His dark brown pelt nearly seemed dusk-black against the shades of the starless night skies. The obsidian metal portraying his unbelievably strong arms and tail bulked along his body’s prowess. Perfect lips, tainted with desire, was increasingly being moistened involuntarily by certain flings of his tongue. Surprisingly, he was, indeed, a cybernetic monkey. Though he wasn’t properly functioned, as Nova noticed.

Probably just some cheap copycat design…She thought. She fought the urge to restrain herself to reduce suspicion as the monkey snatched her chin, ignoring the cloth as he tugged it firmly from her face. She released an enormous gasp of air, inhaling deeply. She then glared toward his smirking expression.

“Excellent capture, Zekis. Take Jag’s carcass to the warehouse. He can rot there,” he ordered. After the unseen dark shape disappeared from the sky’s background, Nova realized she was alone with this…thug. He grinned, his gaze slowly swallowing her figure with incredible pleasure. “I told him to bag me the Hyper Force female, as I heard she was quite the lovely little thing…” He licked his lips. “And it seems the rumors weren’t exaggerating…at all.” He chuckled once she continued glaring.

Sinking her teeth through the flesh of her lip, she snarled bitterly. “You’re just a bastard,” she whispered hoarsely.

The male simian shook his head. “Na, sweetheart. My name’s Scarr. Not ‘Bastard’.” He knelt in front of her, his hand climbing along her exposed chest swiftly before caressing the gentle velvet feeling of her soft cheeks. “Such a pretty face. It’s a shame I may have to kill you.” His fingers sliced through the sheet of her pelt, exposing sprouts of blood as they swam across her body.

She didn’t flinch.

Scarr blinked in surprise, smiling instantly. “You’ve got quite a lot of fire. Then again, you’re the combat chick, aren’t you?” He laughed. “And now you’re helpless before me, a villain you don’t even know, who has you tied up and—” he shoved the cloth, now tucked in the shape of ball, straight through her opened mouth. “—gagged.”

She growled murderously, writhing through her binds.

He smirked at her attempts. “Don’t worry, little girl.” He closed the space between them with his statue-like body, forcing Nova to pull herself backward as his rough tongue slid across her neck. She shuddered, her ferocity transforming swiftly into fear. “You look sweet, you taste sweet, and now, let me see…” His eyes explored once more. He purred lecherously. “…you’re a perfect, sexy little virgin.”

She mentally gasped. This guy’s a sick creep!

He growled in anticipation. “And no one’s coming to save you…”

The golden simian flinched in reaction toward his words. She wished she didn’t feel so inevitably helpless, so irrevocably unstable. She was trapped in the grasp of a male monkey that wanted her virginity, and he was going to do whatever he needed to have it.

Yet she still refused to cry.

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Seven hours…

Antauri stared toward the clock with immense control. His palms were fused together, his fingers laced amongst one another while they quivered slightly.

It had been seven hours since Nova had left.

None of the others, other than Sprx, had taken this thought into consideration. The silver simian was never truly this concerned with this type of subject, but he knew the nightly patrols were far more threatening, as they weren’t the greatest in skills when it came to finding your enemies through the intense darkness of the night. Somehow, it was still intensely dark outside, resembling the night before as if not a single minute of time had passed.

Antauri groaned. He had been unable to meditate because of his constant stress. He wasn’t able to calm himself this time. He was absorbed, masked with subtle confusion as he attempted to ponder on where the beautiful female could possibly be present at the moment. He knew she wouldn’t just abandon the rest of them randomly. No, she was far too loyal and far too intelligent to do something so rash. Antauri himself wasn’t close with her, but there was something about the girl that affected almost every male.

She was clean. Her mind was pure, other than the naturally violent thoughts that occur when she is fiercely engaged in battle, she had this intense cleanliness about her soul that was quite curious. Her heart was kind, laced with an enormity that was doused with extreme heroic antics. However, she was proportionally weaker than the average male, even if she would deny this fact. She was strong and powerful, and especially courageous, yet she lacked in her opportunities when it resided in the protection subject. She was able to defend herself against an enemy that she could decipher quickly. She was smart enough to know when she couldn’t fight a villain alone, as it would be foolish to throw yourself into battle without question. Nova was bright, her purity as golden as her vibrant pelt. The rest of the Hyper Force felt a constant connection with someone as unique as Nova, though the males were known to be slightly protective as they instinctively sensed the clean center of her glorious heart and soul. Whether she wanted to be protected or not, others would graciously defend her in time of need.

There was just that one thing that made almost every single male she was close with want to protect her.

Unfortunately, Antauri was not one of those citizens until this one morning. The crisp evening skies still lurked with a subtle stab of guilt as he focused toward the entryway. He rubbed his temples, his ocean-blue ocular orbs closed lightly, his mind warped from reality for the smallest of a second.

Crossing his legs and placing his crossed fingers upon his knees, closing his eyes for the final time, he rose from the ground with the same levitation. Frozen within the lotus position, he began using his mind’s power to mentally connect with Nova’s.

It is the only way I can discover where she is. He concluded.

Traces of Nova’s responding auras were incredibly faint, barely slithering through the corridors of his own mind as he continuously digested the little information he was receiving. However, once he delved further through the yellow female’s core, he realized he made a horrible mistake.

An earsplitting scream sliced through his eardrums, pumping painfully through the grasp of his metallic sound receptors. He lurched backward, trembling from the inaudible force sprawling through his mechanical systems. He ground his teeth, his orbs shut ominously tight as he struggled through the terrible experience. The screams continued, swallowed with grief and frustration, physical stamina charging through each spectacle. Antauri himself was close to releasing an equally horrid ear-piercing curse.

His eyes snapped open, his false lungs inflating from the pressure. He gulped, his ocular orbs wide with the rare statement of shock and fright, as he was never exposed to such impossible horrors emitting from another being. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, his false metallic silver fur bristling in reaction.

Something is very wrong.

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Nova was instantly hurled against the stiffened stone walls. Her spine arched, her head snapped backward instinctively as she crumpled pathetically to the floor, the cloth dragged from between her clenched teeth, her wrists tight with the thick ropes binding their structures, yet weakened from the horrible actions Scarr had inflicted upon her. The gang leader was currently surrounded by his comrades, each one cooing teasingly as they watched the female lose her strength.

I can’t believe I’m trapped like this! Man-whores! Nova wanted to screech with such audible intentions, she didn’t notice the sudden thrust of flickering hands slam against the scruff of her neck, pinning her ferociously to the walls. Her feet dangled from the ground, her lips smacked together forcefully as the leader of the thug’s squad smirked.

“Still not gonna cry, little girl?” He laughed once she growled in response. His merciless fingers submerged themselves through the surface of her metallic shoulders, breaking the thin coat of wiring as a familiar black liquid sprung from underneath. Electrical sparks flourished her surroundings, yet the fearless combat warrior found herself now in the terrible grasp of a lecherous being that only wanted to rape her.

Then, he would kill her. Pleasurably.

Scarr cackled thunderously. “So, Rogue, how ‘bout you have a round with her? The poor thing’s too weak to move. Let’s show her how we deal with women before they die…” He grinned maliciously as he and the ordered male stepped forward, brutally grabbing Nova’s flank before slinging her to the floor. The leader growled deeply, pressuring his foot against the paled yellow simian’s spine, hearing a satisfying crack as the bones crumpled.

Two others positioned themselves in front of her fallen figure. They turned her over quickly, her eyes meeting the murderous orbs of the creature that was harassing her. She breathed shakily, realizing she was close into bursting sobs. But she would never let this happen. Not even when the two thug simians grasped her shoulders, pinning her down, the ropes cut from her bound wrists. She struggled, though was exhausted from the previous events.

“Spread her legs,” Scarr whistled, licking his lips once again.

Nova panicked. She was ready to scream before one of the monkey’s hands slapped over her mouth, muffling her voice as her windpipe trembled. She writhed in frustration, sinking her teeth through the simian’s flesh as he howled in pain. He backed away, freeing her right shoulder as she began squirming from the other’s grasp.

Scarr watched, clearly amused. “Our little plaything is quite the feisty one, isn’t she, Rogue?” he questioned sarcastically to the male beside him. The hidden shadow only nodded in reply, glancing briefly toward the powerful female as she ripped herself from the spared monkey’s hands. The gang leader frowned in disapproval, his stamina quickened as he lunged after her, striking her to the ground with his free hand.

“Get off me!” Nova screeched, her heart thumping far wilder than she had anticipated.

“Hush, little girl, or you’ll wake the neighborhood.” Scarr hadn’t dropped the sarcastic dilemmas, his prey screaming in agony as he motioned toward her trembling legs.

The golden simian barked. “Screw you! Don’t you dare touch me!”

Scarr laughed. “Oh, my dear, you’re supposed to say, ‘Screw me—” He froze abruptly, the nape of his neck suddenly breaking its perfect posture. His shoulders rolled, his tail erect with a subtle static pulse. Directly beneath his stilled chin, the distinctive, deadly sharp point of a rather slender, dark magenta claw had placed itself underneath his face. The weapon surged deeper against his throat, the pinpointed finger sections as bladed as a knife. Scarr narrowed his ocular orbs fiercely, refusing to move as he stared through intense, ferocious, unforgiving, merciless ocean-blue depths.

The creature was masked with the early morning’s shadows, the only objects visible being the enormity of its gorgeous ocular lenses, once soft with complete compassion and understanding. Now, the immortal circlets were inevitably entranced with a twisted dark rage.

Nova’s jaw had dropped several minutes before. The claw was above her face, shielding her view of the perverted villain that almost stole her virginity. She grimaced, gulping loudly as the claw rose, connecting with Scarr’s windpipe, signifying the immediate possibility of instant death.

The gang leader stood, backing from Nova’s collapsed form, his eyes suspicious. “Who are you? Some sort of stranger?” He growled dismissively. “Go find your own piece of entertainment! This woman is ours—” He gasped, his throat tightening as he was hurled mysteriously across the alleyway, his back scraping brutally against the hard gravel stones. The rest of his followers watched in pure excitement, questioning their superior’s antics as they waited amongst the sidelines. Scarr removed himself from the debris, pure rage coating his scrunched face, hatred clearly directed toward the creature that had somehow sent him crashing through the floors.

Nova recognized the notion with complete understanding. Her eyes widened, flooded with newfound hope.

“If you are confused, that attack was simply a natural-born talent gifted to me. I believe you are familiar with telekinesis,” the figure whispered calmly. However, each syllable was laced with an enormous amount of cold enmity, snarled with an extra dose of venom. Spitefully, the figure removed himself from the shadows, his huskily baritone voice already unveiling his identity to Nova once he stepped forward.

Scarr trembled. “Listen here, you silver freak! This isn’t any of your business—” He was silenced once more as a pulse of telekinetic energy invisibly tossed him further along the alleyway’s grounds.

Antauri growled dangerously, his normally soft ocular orbs now as sharp as chiseled strips of narrowed ice. His gaze was fiercely cross, narrowed toward his target with a murderous intention. “If you wish to live, leave Shuggazoom City, and this girl.” He gestured toward Nova, knitting his helmet brows.

Scarr slowly began to smirk. “What, is she your woman?”

Antauri didn’t respond. Nova’s face was thwarted with complete and utter shock. Disbelief engraved her features, startling her enough to stare, gawking, at her subtle savior. She hadn’t recognized the spiritual advisor because of his incredibly murderous attitude. She had never seen such an irregular course of bloodlust cruise through his miraculously deep eyes.

“Yes.”

Nova froze.

Antauri boldly stepped forward, embracing the confused stares cast in his direction. His lips twisted into the shape of a cruel, malicious smirk as he withdrew his weapons once more, facing Scarr with a thick desire for his blood to shed. His lips returned to their normal, furious stance. Hatred. Disgust.

He—he’s just lying to get us out of here! The golden monkey reassured herself quietly.

Antauri snarled venomously, his pelt bristling, walking painfully slow toward the creature that had dared touch what didn’t belong to him. “She is my woman and you will suffer the consequences for even daring to approach her!” The silver simian’s pupils widened, his gaze ferociously turned in Scarr’s direction. “And, let this be my final promise to you before you are swallowed by your own blood; you, will, pay.”

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