Gunshot sounds echoed all over the residence, the smell of gunpowder in the air, but surprisingly, none of the disturbing sounds polluted the air far from the residence. The sound barriers around the elderly home were responsible for it all.
Inside, Ross squashed the soldiers like bugs. If he didn't break off their legs and hands, then he blew off their heads like they were some kind of toy.
He looked completely unrecognizable, the smell of blood covering the inside like some kind of natural perfume, red color covering the tiled floor like a new kind of paint.
Their numbers had dropped off significantly since the beginning, only six were left out of the terrifying fifteen soldiers that were initially in the ruthless operation.
In the victims' eyes the only thing they caught on was a damning blue light. It getting near you meant certain death — an ironic thing to see in one's last moment.
[RA+LP]
Pow
He punched another soldier, pinpoint on the gut — this time lower, as Medusaa commanded — and with a clenched fist to go with it.
At impact, the force alone pushed through the stomach to forcefully create a fist-shaped hole on his back. The worn intestines flooded out like hungry snakes let out of a cage.
[LA+UP]
He turned to the soldier on his left, then gave him a beating not even the commanders gave at the training camps.
A punch straight at his jaw, lifting him up like gravity never had effect on him anymore, then slamming him back to the floor near the terrified Brenda, who shook like she was going through a stroke.
Suddenly—
Still in his consciousness, Ross's head started to spin, eyes attempting to close off. Maybe he was tired, but the frequent sleep he got said otherwise — this was completely something else.
Not only psychologically, externally his skin started developing burnt wounds, burning fresh like paper, a steam just like before with SATORI flowing from his body.
[ALERT! ALERT!]
A red notification came, screaming like some kid running from danger — the exact same kind that warned him earlier that his endurance wouldn't handle the stress they were about to feel.
[HOST APPEARS TO BE BURNT UP]
Medusaa recognized it as Ross froze up, the exact same way he did when he woke up — but luckily he stood in a way that the enemies couldn't have caught on early.
[ACTIVATING EMERGENCY EXIT PROTOCOL]
Suddenly —
The ground started to shake alarmingly.
Guuu!!!!
Vibrating up and down nonstop.
Soldiers stopped shooting. They knew their fate was sealed. No matter how they tried, their bullets were ineffective.
The ground started to crack up, holes forming — larger, like waterways — and deep down without an ending.
Consecutively, parts of the ceiling started falling down, the bulbs erupting into smoke as darkness followed, only reduced by the afternoon light outside.
Its glass pieces scattered on the ground, and some unluckily fell on a soldier, drilling a hole on top of his head, then consecutively landing in his eye as he raised his head slightly up to see what caused him the sting of pain.
"It's in my eyes! It's in my eyes! Help me!"
He screamed as blood oozed out of his glassed eyes.
Pew!
Pew!
Brenda shot him mercilessly. The shaking seemed to have finally woken her up from the daydream she was having.
The other three understood what she did. There was no time to aid him because he was careless — a cosmic being stood in front of them.
"I have to find a way to escape… maybe bargain with him… no, it's past that. And if I try to run, he might catch up — but the light in his feet is becoming dimmer… but I can't risk it!" she pondered, her head cool amidst the shaking.
She looked at the cracked ground and the space between. It never made the odds of her survival better. No matter how she put it, she was going to die here.
[COMMENCING NUKE PROTOCOL]
[5,4,3,2,1]
Boom!
An explosion came within the darkness, scattering sand all over the place, rising up like a nuclear weapon.
The force instantly crashed the structure into rubble, the window glass shattered into pieces, and the after-wind turned the vegetation around the structure upside down as if it never existed.
With it, an electrical interference that turned down all the lights all over the two cities surrounding Gulliver. The malls, the police departments, even the Mutts' residence — which was instantly compensated by the power generator connected to the house.
The elderly home was no more in an instant.
....
Ten Hours Later
23:00 PM
The night sky was clear, the moon shining a crescent white light on the rubble that was once an elderly home.
In these cases one would assume the police would be here, but somehow they were nowhere to be seen.
No media, no neighbors, no person that was supposed to be present in these kinds of cases — but in its stead, a long yellow tape with police initials and a lot of black exwcutive cars on the residence.
A lot of people wearing black suits hovered all around the site. Their faces were somewhat visible from the moonlight. Some took photos, some scanned the area with weird-looking machines like metal detectors but with a different sound and design.
A temporary black tent was on site, inside it the light from monitors glowed, occupied by a few people. It seemed to have been the center of their operation.
All that transpired brought a very weird feeling — that the case was not ordinary.
"Are the values right?" a familiar voice said inside the tent as he pointed at a holographic screen that had countless numbers and a graph on it.
He was the man that told Ziba he was going to his child's birthday party when they were in the Axis Industries skyscraper.
Unlike last time, he seemed more serious and concerned, but had on an awkward getup.
Believe it or not, he had on shorts and a summer shirt like he was coming from the beach.
"Yes, sir, we cross-checked all of the cosmic scanners, and they all show the same data!" a worker replied. On his ear he had an earpiece with a speaker extended to his mouth.
He shook his head, as if processing the information he was given.
"This is fucken hilarious!" he replied, the sound of a new car stopping outside echoing in the background.
The man turned his vision outside the tent, as if he expected whoever was arriving to come.
"Save all the data — they will want to see this!" he ordered the employee as he exited, gasping into the moonlight.
"Zabi!" the man said loudly like he had met an old-time friend, gesturing his hands like he wanted to give him a hug.
"Roy," he replied coldly, passing right by him like he never existed.
"I don't have time for a hug. Brief me on what happened here!"
He inquired, still wearing a waistcoat but this time all black, golden beads on the bangles in his hair.
"Today at around 13:45 this exploded, causing a blackout around three neighboring cities. We were only able to uncover four corpses of our soldiers that weren't completely disfigured — and not any other stranger. No camera footage, just some weird energy we picked up with the devices we created for the government to hunt alien activities!"
Zabi froze in shock for a millisecond, then speedily corrected himself.
"Did they have any operation today?"
He inquired.
Roy stayed quiet, his tongue jumping like he didn't want to say what he was about to say.
"Yes."
He replied, peaking the interest of Zabi.
"Earlier they reported a meeting with someone."
"Who?"
"Ahm… I don't even believe it myself… but Ross Mutt. Son of Elod Mutt."