Hope City

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The soldiers in Californite armor groaned in pain as they dropped to the floor. They rose to their feet and took a few steps back, keeping their guns aimed at Citrus-Man in case he made any move towards Mr. Nicestone or Gerome. They did not make another move, sweating at Citrus-Man's powers and how calmly he spoke to Mr. Nicestone. The room was tense. Mr. Nicestone listened to Citrus-Man and his association with the criminal organization LEMONS as well as his demands.

"I suppose I do, however, what makes you think I'll foolishly hand it over to the leader of the highly dangerous organization, LEMONS?" Mr. Nicestone interlocked his fingers, eyeing Citrus-Man boldly. "I have other clients that need my product as well. I cannot pick favorites, Mr. Citrus-Man."
 
Citrus-Man crossed his legs and placed a hand on his cheek. He was aware of the men surrounding him but pay no special attention to them—his primary focus is Mr. Nicestone. “I heavily encourage you to rethink that position of yours in regards of honoring my request. I’m not simply asking; I’m telling you what I want for my little project.” He narrowed his eyes. “You would be foolish, if you reject my demands, especially given the situation that just occurred earlier.”
 
"I understand my predicament, Citrus-Man, however, as I said earlier, I cannot pick favorites." Mr. Nicestone narrowed his eyes. "I can make you an offer of about... 10%? I'll even be generous and ship you 5% every two weeks, adding to your 10% each month."

"I highly recommend this offer, Mr. Citrus-Man," Gerome added in. "Mr. Nicestone's Californite is shipped in vast portions across the world, you are getting quite a deal."

"If you use the Californite wisely, you will rebuild your city in just a few years." Mr. Nicestone leaned back on his chair slightly. "Gerome, fetch me the papers."

"Certainly, my Lord."

Gerome was careful not to go near Citrus-Man and headed to a cabinet located across the main desk in the room. He took out a few papers and returned to Mr. Nicestone's side, giving him a pen followed by the papers. Mr. Nicestone pulled out a small pair of reading glasses from inside his suit and scanned the paper silently before writing out a few things and sliding the paper to Citrus-Man. Near the bottom was a line that required his signature.

"I simply need your signature on the bottom, Mr. Citrus-Man." Mr. Nicestone said, still nervous. "I'm sure this offer will give you all you need for your city."
 
Citrus-Man chuckled. “It seems that you do not understand the severity of your situation. I’m not asking of your percentage nor following on your standard.” His eyes glowed, forcing Gerome to be send flying to one of the armor guards. He stood up and walked towards Mr. Nicestone, forcing him to stand with his psychic powers. “I’m asking for all of them, at any time at my leisure. You will be under my control as I see fit—you will be considered a valuable asset to my organization.”
 
"Gerome! Why you..!" Mr. Nicestone gritted his teeth in anger before realizing he had no control of his body. Citrus-Man fully controlled his movements, forcing him to walk closer to the psychic man. "M-My body! I can't move it! Release me!"

Gerome crashed on to the guards and was quickly taken to safety behind four massive guards. The Californite Guards lifted their weapons to point directly towards Citrus-Man, yelling to the intruder holding Mr. Nicestone against his will. Gerome gasped before pushing through some of the guards and holding their weapons down, fearing Citrus-Man would redirect the bullets back at them with his powers or hurt Mr. Nicestone. He looked on in fear.

"Mr. Citrus-Man, let's be reasonable here!" Gerome pleaded. "What about all the other countries that need Mr. Nicestone's Californite? If all the supply is redirected to only you, everyone will surely riot! You are setting up a catastrophic series of events! Los Demonois will surely be the target of many countries! This could erupt into war!"

"You will be leading this city into a pointless battle!" Mr. Nicestone struggled slightly. "I will not allow you to control my precious city if you foolishly endanger all the innocent lives on her soil!"
 
Citrus-Man titled his head slightly to the right, looking at the windows to see the entirely of Hope City. “Let’s take a walk, Mr. Nicestone.”

He walked towards the window, bringing Nicestone with him using psychic powers. “Your passion to protect the city should not be underestimated.” He twirls his fingers. “I’ll give you a piece of advice—life is often short. You live. You make something worth in your life. You died. That is a cycle.” He turns to Nicestone. “But the critical part is making something worthwhile in your lifetime… that is part that people struggle with, more often due to not being able to accomplish it.” Suddenly, a building from afar suddenly levitate from the ground and flung high in the sky.

“Are you willingly going to let these people, those innocent lives, let their life cut short without making something worthwhile?” He smile. “Those countries will obviously get their Californite, but they will face new taxes and penalties under my measures, which you will enforce.” He turns back to the building. “If not, then…” He just about to move his fingers to shake the building. “Hope City will become a song where thousands screams, and blood will spill in your hands. I wonder how the Prime Minster of Empire State will feel when you let that happened?”
 
Mr. Nicestone stared at the shaking building, and even from where he stood, he could faintly hear the screams of the horrified people inside. Gerome was about to rush Citrus-Man but stopped in place when he saw the building in the air, his jaw dropping in horror. He took a step back, fearing Citrus-Man would kill Mr. Nicestone if he took one more step towards them. 

"Please, Mr. Citrus-Man, leave the innocents out of this!" Gerome begged. "They have done nothing wrong!"

"Don't hurt anyone, Citrus-Man!" Mr. Nicestone said. "Leave them alone!"

Mr. Nicestone struggled against Citrus-Man's psychic powers before the Californite guards yelled out towards Citrus-Man, fear was heard slightly in their voice.

"Release Mr. Nicestone or face a wall of rapid fire! You have 10 seconds to comply!!!" The head guard shouted. "Let Mr. Nicestone go, now!!!"

Mr. Nicestone watched helplessly as Citrus-Man threatened his people and everyone Hope City associated themselves with. The seconds passed by like hours with the room extremely quiet with the distant screams of terror from the building held in the air. Suddenly, the door to the room opened to show a young woman with a face full of worry. She had long black hair, a beautiful face, and large brown eyes. She was dressed in very expensive clothing and appeared to look somewhat similar in features to Mr. Nicestone. Gerome turned to the woman and his eyes widen in sheer horror.

"My Lady!" 

Mr. Nicestone struggled to turn to the newcomer but the sound of her voice made him realize who this woman was.

"Papa! There's a tower in the air and--" The woman paused for a second before eyeing the Californite Guards with their guns pointed at Citrus-Man and her father. "What is going on in here?!"

"Evelyn, leave! This man is extremely dangerous!" Mr. Nicestone yelled. "Please! Go!"
 
Citrus-Man eyed the young woman that came in and interrupted everyone in the room. He had initially intended to rip the armor out of everyone, but this unexpected guest changes everything. “Papa… this is your daughter. She looks precious.” He commented on him. Upon further looking, he felt that the name was strangely familiar; perhaps one of his citizens of Los Demonios was involved with her in some way?

Citrus-Man’s eyes glowed pink and suddenly, the armored guards were sent flying towards the window, but they were steadily in the air stationary. For Evelyn, he used his powers to force her to come to him. “Don’t mind them, we’re just having a conversation; your father is just about to grant me my wishes, because if he don’t…” He lifted his hand and pressed on her cheeks. “I supposed a bloodline will end here.”
 
"You leave her out of this, Citrus-Man!" Mr. Nicestone yelled. "This is between you and me!"

"Hey! What do you think you're doing to Papa and Gerome?!" Evelyn said, despite the fact that she was held by Citrus-Man's power. "And get your slimy hands off of me!" Evelyn tried to bite Citrus-Man.

The Californite Guards wiggled in the air outside of the Nicestone Tower, fearing that Citrus-Man will drop them. Gerome glared at Citrus-Man as he kept Evelyn and Mr. Nicestone in his grasp. He dug into his hand into his suit and pulled out a special looking device, similar to that of a taser. He aimed his device at Citrus-Man and it began to glow a bright blue color, almost as if preparing to fire a massive attack. 

"Gerome, stop!!!" Mr. Nicestone yelled. 

Gerome gasped and was forced to fire the attack towards the sky, just barely missing the guards dangling in midair. The ball of energy flew into the sky where it disappeared behind the clouds before creating a loud explosion that lit up the sky. The people of Hope City stared into the sky and covered their eyes before running for cover, assuming it was an attack of some sort. Had the ball of energy hit Citrus-Man, it could have concentrated all that energy solely on his body. Gerome stared at Mr. Nicestone who looked defeated.

"Please Citrus-Man, leave my precious daughter out of this. She has nothing to do with anything!"

"Papa, don't give in to this man's demands! He's just going to use you! Don't worry about me!"

"No Evelyn! Your life is not worth sacrificing for something very simple!" Mr. Nicestone turned to Citrus-Man, his expression both angry and nervous. "Please, let go of my guards and my daughter and I will give you what you need..."
 
“You’re finally using your brain…” Citrus-Man turned to Gerome, gave him an enthusiastic smile. “You and I both know that wasn’t going to do anything but let to bloodshed.” He turns back to Mr. Nicestone and gave him a firm stare. “You’re quite a difficult one, but once the life of this precious one is threatened, you buckle down.” He tilted his head, which brought the armored guards back to the building, dropping them on the floor. He let Mr. Nicestone down, but he still has Evelyn in his psychic bind and the building still floating in the air.

“Just so you don’t try anything idiotic like a secret gun or some sort, let’s assure that this deal is permanent.” He pulled Evelyn closer. “Don’t want you backing out at the last second.” He walked to the chair again and sat down with the girl near him. “Now, let’s discuss business, shall we?”
 
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