Green incision marks began to appear around their bodies, especially around their neck region. Blood began to build up in their neck and before they knew it.
'BLOPPPPPP!'
All heads except Graham's own exploded together in perfect harmony.
...
"I hate to admit it, but sometimes, I do take pleasure in killing people ... just look at this work of art, GiGi."
{And sometimes ... I worry about your sanity, Graham} GiGi replied, mimicking the voice of a worried mother, though the sarcasm in its voice was clear as day.
But Graham brushed it off as he responded dismissively. "Yeah, I've heard that one before. Anyway, is that other stuff ready?"
{Yes, it is}
{But are you sure you want to go through with it? Remember the process isn't 100% certain}
Graham sighed as what looked like a cigarette materialised in his palm, and he puffed a smoke.
"No, I'm not sure. But some time ago, you said these words to me,' no pain, no gain,' you said that there was no reward without risk or consequence.
And that if I ever wanted to achieve the things I desired to achieve, I'd have to stick to that phrase.
So, that is exactly what I am going to do
Besides, the fact that those bastard grahams from the Citadel were able to follow me here, doesn't exactly bode well with me."
{Very well, Graham}
GiGi said, her tone resigned.
{But don't say I didn't warn you}
{Initiating sequence ... 15%}
The air around Graham began to distort, and a low hum filled the air. The night sky and clouds began to darken, it looked like it was about to rain heavily.
{ ... 45%}
The sound of rumbling could be heard as thunderclaps resounded repeatedly with flashes of lightning here and there.
{ ... 70%}
Watching the grand show in the sky, Graham's eyes gleamed with extreme calmness as he took one last drag on his cigarette.
"What's the worst that could happen, right?" he said, a wry smile spreading across his face.
GiGi's response was soaked with sarcasm. {Oh, I don't know...how about catastrophic failure, irreversible damage, or even death?}
{ ... 100%}
Immediately, an extremely large bolt of lightning fell from the sky; it was green in colour, and it struck Graham right on top of his head.
With that, the green bolt of lightning vanished. It vanished together with the body and belongings of Graham Green.
Even the dead bodies and blood stains from the previous massacre of Grahams disappeared like they were never even there in the first place.
...
A few minutes later
...
'Hum'
A low vibrating noise, accompanied by a flash of grey light, reverberated in the empty space as a figure stepped out from a grey-coloured portal and stood where Graham had been standing a few minutes ago.
The figure was that of a man; it was pretty obvious he was male, despite the tight-fitting grey leather-like armour he wore underneath his grey hooded robe.
The special armour covered him from the sole of his feet to just the bottom of his jaw. It was neck-high and left no piece of skin on the showcase.
He also had a mask on. It reminded one of a white tiger and had powerful black stripes that spoke volumes of the tiger's might.
Looking around, like he was surveying the rooftop, the "grey man", as his dress would imply,
Stooped down, assuming a squatting position as he placed two fingers on the ground and brought them up towards his face, as if he was analysing the dust on his fingers.
"Hmm"
"Such a distinctive, pungent and acrid odour ... a little bit of metal and sweetened earthiness ..."
"Hmm"
The grey man then stood up from his squatting position and began moving all over the rooftop, making gestures with his hands and feet.
Even mimicking guns and other weapons. At times, it looked like he was even playing some form of imaginary sport.
Eventually, he stopped, looking at a particular spot, "A lot of blood was shed right here, on this roof ... probably ... no, number 12 and his entire squad were massacred here."
"And the dent on the other side ... looks like a bolt of lightning struck the roof ... and a particularly large one at that."
"But for the roof to not fall apart ... this could only mean that the lightning ..."
Just then, a sudden burst of static interrupted his thinking process as a call came through via his BCI, his Brain-Computer Interface.
*Agent Grey, do you read me?*
Suppressing his urge to curse, Agent Grey responded, "Loud and clear."
*Great* The voice on the other end responded before going ahead to ask *What is the situation on Earth - 21 like?*
Agent Grey's eyes scanned the rooftop once more, taking in the hidden signs of the brutal massacre and the unusual lightning strike.
"Pretty normal. No sign of struggle, no sign of death, no sign of a face down whatsoever.
There's literally no sign of anything. Not even Graham T. Green, AkA, G - 057
Just an overly huge dent on the rooftop of the house of G - 321 ... which was most likely caused by lightning."
There was silence on the other end of the BCI as if the person on the side was processing the information given by Agent Grey.
*You said lightning struck the roof? What kind was it?*
"No idea," A - Grey replied, "But, it definitely, was no ordinary lightning."
...
Earth - 57
...
Standing at the edge of a particularly tall mountain was a teenage boy with almost dead eyes who was dressed in an aubergine (dark purple) coloured school uniform.
The colour of his hair and eyes constantly changed, from red to orange, orange to yellow, yellow to green, green to blue, blue to indigo, and indigo to violet.
Just like that until it finally settled at the colour white, creating an unusual contrast with his very dark skin, which was 'decorated with scars and open injuries.
Caressing the plain black cat held in his arms, Victor looked far north, taking in the image of the humongous white tower situated at the heart of a bustling, modern city.
Tears filled his eyes as he thought about all his dreams and aspirations. He began to recall all the memories he could of his somewhat sorry life.
If only he could, he'd go back in time and make at least, one of his dreams come true.
After thinking that, he immediately let out a hard laugh of self - depreciation, coughing up blood halfway through.
"What am I even thinking? People like me have no right to dream."