Gabrielle lands before his opponent and begins slapping away each of the gunshots.
Gabrielle roars and creates a whip of flames and lashes at her opponents.
Gabrielle dodges and blocks their bullets and she strangles them, killing most of them as she chases against Tyrone, who laughs and chuckles in the shadows. He climbs up the stairs and ambushes her from above, as she callously tries to break free from his pin.
"My... You look just like your mother..." he licked his lips as Gabrielle kicks him away and turns her hand into a hardened woven blade before stabbing him in the neck, burning his throat from the inside as the blade lights up with fire.
Gabrielle growls. "You... dare... insult my parents... I am Gabrielle Azral. You humiliated my parents. Prepare to die."
"Cute," smiled Tyrone, as he pulls out her sword and regenerates, beating her over and over again as she jumps and back kicks him in the face.
Gabrielle growls and transforms into an Aswang, Hell Whipping him with her strings.
He smiles as he throws himself out of the window and begins killing innocent bystanders, understandably proceeding to run away.
Gabrielle catches the red ice blades he shot and throws them back at him. She catches majority of the ice shots, ricocheting them back at Tyrone each time faster than the original.
Gabrielle roars and dropkicks Tyrone who growls and beats her, knocking her nearly unconscious.
Tyrone sees an elderly woman and shoots her in the face.
Tyrone smiles as he goes on to kill children, the elderly, and even paraplegics.
Gabrielle roars and creates a yoyo made of flames, proceeding to strangle his neck with it and pull him back. He breaks free but she beats him by throwing her yoyo at his face. Tyrone then grabs a brick, freezes it and tosses it at her face.
"All hail... MORNINGSTAR!!!" laughed Tyrone, who proceeds to murder a few more bystanders who ran away. Tyrone practically moved so quickly that he was nearly unseen by his targetts. He just kept killing, enjoying it and even surpassing his limitations of sanity.
Gabrielle wakes up, tries standing up and charges, tackling Tyrone and beating him over and over.
Tyrone laughs as he just kept regenerating, quicker each time he was damaged.
Gabrielle, frustrated, begins to burn his skull as Tyrone just sneered with sadistic intentions.
"Go on. Kill me. Your family will forever be known as dysfunctional. You will never live up to what your father is," he sneered, as Gabrielle stops, only for Tyrone to kick her down her pelvis as she grunts in pain.
He grabs her by the neck and strangles her.
"C'mon, little fire spider... Weave all the webs you want. You can't weave anything else... BUT LIES!!! To yourself... that you will ever be normal."
Gabrielle growls as Miguel lands behind him.
Miguel transforms into his Diwata State and grabs him from behind, snapping his neck.
Gabrielle sighs in relief as Tyrone begins to disappear again. "HE'S GETTING AWAY!!!"
Miguel sighs. "C'mon. NOW."
Miguel, now at home with her, slams his hands on the table. "Sweetie. What did you do?"
"Papa... I wanted to kill him..."
"No, love. You can't just go out and kill Tyrone. You can't let your personal life bleed in to your work life."
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"Like you did?" asked Gabrielle.
"Of course. Because you are me and more. Better. I don't want you going out and wasting your time ruining your future reputation. People got killed because you were provoked by Tyrone."
"He sent me threats."
"I know. I'll handle it. I'll even beat him, torture him, if I wanted, but we are on thin ice."
"Okay. I'm sorry, Papa."
"It's okay, love. It's okay. I'm not mad. Just severely disappointed. What more if he actually kills you? Your training isn't even complete. He would've killed you if he wanted. Please. Don't gimme that call from those cops telling me bad news. Okay?"
"I'm sorry."
Miguel sighs. "Just go downstairs and take care of your cousins, okay?"
"Okay..." said Gabrielle, sighing and bowing her head.
Miguel brushes his fingers over her face: '"Lemme see..."
"But, Papa..."
"Nope. No 'buts'. Haha 'butts'. Anyway. Lemme see." Miguel sees some scares unable to regenerate. "Tch-... He got you with the frozen Demon Blood... The conniving bastard."
"I'm fine, Papa..."
"You got bruised... and some signs of... internal bleeding." He looked closely at her body. "I'd kill him if it wouldn't be for the law."
"How did this law start?"
"Ah... History lesson, you're asking?"
"Uh. Sure."
"Well, long ago, there were a group of strangers who were experimented on by the Pantheon-..."
"We know that story."
"Ah. Well, let's go with PH history. Around 1520, there came this weird pirate. He was smoking drugs probably when he realized that the world was round. He ventured to the other direction to help the Spanish prove a point. He's Portuguese, by the way, and the government didn't like him so he went to Spain."
"Are you sure this isn't an oversimplification?"
"Maybe. I dunno..." Miguel bandaged her.
"The Spaniards ventured in the seas, trying to survive, they lost all the food and Vitamin C, so they ate leather and rats while Magellan ate fine Citrus fruits."
"That's fucked up."
"Mhm! They eventually landed in the Island of Thieves, where they left all their stuff one night and they got stolen. One day, reaching the bay of Mactan at 1521, the Spaniards attacked and burned villages."
"Why?"
"Spice is a primary resource for the Spaniards they bring worth more than gold."
"So, they invaded?"
"Several times. Lapu-Lapu, AKA Kaliph Polako, managed to ward 'em off before going away to live in Malaysia or some crap. The Philippines was devastated by the Spaniards. Well, at the time, it was the already fallen Tondo Empire. The people were destroyed, children were killed, a lot of men and women were eviscerated and evicted from their homes."
"Why would they do such a thing?"
"Resources, Gabby. Lots and lots of resources. Jumping to 333 years later, at 1898, the Spaniards ruled the Philippines with an iron fist and a sacred weapon they used for evil, Religion, specifically Catholicism. And a group of friends, divided with how they rule the country, were constantly bickering and yelling at each other. Rizal went for writing stories to ease the people from revolution. Others were more... violent... like Bonifacio or Antonio Luna."
"Why were they so divided?"
"They had differing ideas to save the country. Some wanted peace. Others glory. Others wanted salvation. Then, Rizal was killed at 1896, sparking the actual massive Revolution that toppled the empire."
"Wow. Did we win?"
"I wouldn't say we won... The Americans came."
"To save us?"
"I wouldn't say 'saved'. More like 'under new management.' It was an insulting tragedy, with the Americans viewing us as pigs they need to raise to farm truffles for them. Those truffles being our own resources."
"So, they were also bad..."
"Yes. But they did give us a leeway to the corrupt politics we have today. Designed an American system for an already aristocratic one. We had classes. I believe some of them really tried to help the Philippines, but we know there are those who wanted to cripple the country to continue taking our resources for a low price and reselling the products to us at a higher price. Kinda like a fucked up capitalist selling a poor man's resources now turned into an awesome brand new television back to the poor man. It was tragic."
"Then, what?"
"Well, this is where our story begins and our story goes straight to crazy town. Prometheus, in the 50s, or his world's 50s, entered Superhero World 30 years back... I know. It's 2020s here. It's confusing. Found that he could solve the world's problems by being a Messiah figure. However, it was his hubris that caused his downfall... became a joke to the people. He started ruling over other worlds, including Beatle's world, including our world. Prometheus was driven by the idea that the Philippines... was unjustly treated its entire life... just like Prometheus. So, he, a Filipino, thought it would be humorous if he became the Multiverse's Emperor. And it was. What can a Filipino do to save the world when it can't even save our own country? We live in a farm, Gabrielle. We live right next to a farm and to this day, we are selling these resources to Westerners. It sucks. Fuck..."
"So... In other words... We're still-..."
"Slaves. And Beatle offers a new chance against this. A world where none of us are slaves. We just suck at its starting point, y'know?"
"So... Now, what?"
Miguel kisses her forehead. "Now, you be a good girl and respect your future. Okay?"
Gabrielle smiles, hugging Miguel. "Okay. I love you, Dad."
"Love you, too."
"You kids are our future. Remember that, okay?"
"Is that what... Filipino Hamilton would've wanted?"
"It's what Rizal did, yes. It's what we all want. Freedom from subjugation. Autonomy. That's why I will protect you and nurture you no matter what. Also, because you're my baby girl. Got that?"
Gabrielle smiles and hugs him tighter.