Leviathan Project: Painterly

A Small town, Silent and lonely, All of the people in this town are grey..No emotion visible.., A painting titled..Painterly

A small boy stands observing the painting, His mother and father went off to view other works of art, But he. No, He stayed to observe this gray world. From a glance of his eye, The painting had obviously moved.."No ones here..Maybe i can just.." He would reach up, The painting had a 3D Aspect to it. He would touch it, And watch as his body was sucked in. Falling into a dark abyss. He would awaken his eyes, The sight of four people, One a lady...Two others Men, And a small girl. Each of them would be running, Carrying him on their back. They would be yelling also, "GET HIM QUICKLY! THE PAINTERS ARE GOING TO BE HERE ANY SECOND.." The colored people would rush, Black and white people with no expressions running by. A man would appear behind, Wearing a mask of gray. He would simply reach out and touch the lady, Her body turning gray and her expressions lost. The 3 people carrying him would drop down into a small hole. It shutting behind. One of the men would turn on a light. "Good, The painters are gone..Though, It appears Lily Was lost.." The small boy named ken would stare, What just happened?

Ken would look around, Each of these men with brushes on their belts, And a large container of paint on their back. The oldest man, Who was to be figured out as Tim, Was a experience fighter. Ken would open the door to ken's room. Staring at all the brushes, "..Why do you have all of these brushes tim?" Tim would stare,Then smile "Youll figure out soon..Ill just tell you, A Artist's brush..Is a mighty weapon" He would pick up a brush and a container of paint. "Come, Ill show you why we were destined to the land we call painterly.." The two would sneak outside, Two people with blank expressions would walk, Tim running forward. Grabbing them and moving them into the alleyways. He would dab his paint brush in the Paint, And smear it on the two's foreheads..They would gain color and emotion. "This world is doomed with gray, And it keeps spreading by the Painters. We are the artist, And they are the painters, We artist can make are drawings reality..And more. Ken, You will face great trials when we send you out later today, Keep my brush, And remember, One word...Leviathan." Ken would nod A stupid brush giving me powers...I bet all it can do is color people.. Ken and tim would drop back into the hole. As gray began to spread from a tunnel. Tim would look at ken in fear "The Painters.."

Tim would grab his brush, Two painters rushing in, Tim would spin the brush at rapid speeds. Dab it in paint, And sprint forward. The blur would pass by as the two painters stood normally...Until, A huge gush of paint slammed against them, They fell and their mask cracked, Dead... Ken would step toward the bodies Looking what was under the mask..Nothing, Ken would watch as tim moved as fast as a blur, Painter after painter falling to the ground in death...But slowly, A dark cape would appear. The man would raise his hand as tim slammed against it. Falling to the ground dizzy. "Hello artists.." The man would speak, Removing his mask to reveal a normal man. He also wore gloves to ensure he never made anything gray. "Tim, Old buddy..Your coming with us.." Ken ducking into shelves. The man would walk forward "Wheres your new artists...I heard he was a special boy..Even sacrificing lily for the fool?" The man would point toward ken. Ken would feel chills go down his back and whisper..."Leviathan"

Ken would watch, The brush upon his belt would glow. And he would lose control of his body, It would sparkle as ken stood up. "...Hmm..Painters" Ken would slam the brush in midair, Creating a X. The paint would float midair. Until ken slammed his palm against it "X PAINT SHOT!", The X would shoot forward as a ray of paint. the man quickly dodging by leaping onto the roof. And running upon it. He would leap down, Kicking ken and slamming his palm down. "Leviathan Clock, Seal" He would turn his palm as ken would lurch. The brush turning to normal "I have plans for you boy.. PAINTERS! Take tim and interrogate him for other artists bases.." The man would leave. Tim carried by the two painters. Ken left unconscious. Ken would wake up to the face of the girl. Waving her hand infront of him. "Ken? Ken?.." Ken would raise up quickly "Wheres tim?" She would blush and fall back. "The guy, Got him..." Pushing her fingers together. Her name as ken remembered, Was Lexi. "Oh..Well..Im just going to go get him the-" He would be grabbed. "No! Tim said if this happened, You needed to visit the other side of town..Artists district.."

Ken would sigh "Fine, You coming with?" Lexi would nod. "Show the way then.."

Ken would run through the streets. Lexi following behind, It appeared as if painters were following from behind. He would smile. Lexi told ken more basics on the brush, And that the brush can change to the user's vision..Meaning, The brush would transform into a Katana, Ken had took a few kendo lessons. He would smile then, Turning around and slashing the blade. A painter falling in half. "Lets go lexi, The artist's District...I bet its nice there" A painter would leap from a skyscraper "Im sorry, We cant let you do that..." Two more falling behind, Lexi would use the brush to create a small staff. And murmuring as Ken glowed. "Booster Magic...Number 52, Acrobatics..." Ken would run forward. Kicking off one of his enemies and going for a punch to the center painter. His foot would be grabbed and shot away.. "Obviously..The Rumors are true, You are of the Art Family.." Ken would begin to ponder...His body diddnt go gray..

Ken would run forward yet again, Chopping two of the painters from left thigh to right shoulder. Ken would aim his sword at the man, As ken was launched back, Lexi fell back too, It appeared maintaining her spell took alot of stamina.. Ken would step up. His glow larger...Of course, More power was being sucked into him, He would run forward. Kicking the man as he felt wind shoot across it. At sharp speeds, Cutting up his jeans. The man would lift his palm, "Air Shooter...X factor.." The air around him would form into blades, Shooting forward and cutting ken up. Blood oozing out...Lexi from behind would raise the staff again. "...Number 43, Healing winds.." Ken would get up, As it appeared lexi was unconscious now. Ken slid down and raised his sword. As it turned right back to a paint brush "PAINT SHOT!". It slamming against the painter and shooting him back. Killing him,

Ken would grab lexi and jump into the sewer, Eventually reaching a small town..full with color, Happy people..The Artists District