'Ti. All I need is ti.' The thought crossed my mind. Running back to the place we thought we ended it all, but we lied to ourselves. I couldn't help but laugh at myself, thinking that I… we had stopped it all. We brought this on the city, and I have to fix my ss.
The building was once glamorous and glittery with its dazzling lights, porcelain white tiles, and spotless windows, but it was now dull, dimr, and had lost that fabled beauty. The windows, well, most of them, shattered and reduced to shards, the tiled floor covered with blood and bodies, and finally, the lights were either missing, damaged, or dimr than before.
Once bustling with n and won dressed in sharp suits and dresses now empty. Elevators filled with workers, operational escalators sward with workers, and security at every post at work searching for any illegal item that enters the premises. Empty.
In the two hours that I was gone, everything was thrown into chaos. The one thing I thought was just a concept hit harder than the first ti it t : hopelessness. It reminded of when I was with them, Donny's father and Marie's mother. 'I haven't changed my mind on you and them. I am struggling to keep that one promise,' I spoke under my breath with a great sigh.
I looked up at the ceiling and got lost in my mory and had a flashback.
Many years ago, I was with two spirited semi-gods, but they were both friends and great adventurers. Donny would have loved to spend ti with his father. Smart, cunning, dashing, and very fit. He was a good man and husband; it was bad enough that she lost him in the battle, and he wasn't that much older, either.
Marie's loss was no better; her mother left quite early, not being given the chance to raise her well. She was gifted with the power to call on the strength of a thousand elves at will. Making her formidable against demons the size of a giant. She was an adorably cute and vertically challenged woman, a petite person in other words, and she had knowledge I never thought a human being would possess.
My mory of them was good, but not the best. One day, we were separated, and I had to rush back to where we hid out and away from the city. I was off duty and had arrangents with them for so ti. Two hours away from any civilisation, we found an abandoned ho that was in a decrepit condition, where we camped for a few days.
Out in a forest, I rushed back since I had lost contact with them for a few hours after we had headed out our separate ways on our mission to scout out an overrun town a few kilotres south of our base. 'Almost there! I have to hurry!' I thought while I was running as fast as I could through the forest. andering between the trees and jumping across the gaps and unlevel ground surface.
Shadowy figures I saw by the corner of my eyes were running alongside . 'They are fast. I must engage them quickly!'
Swiftly, I handled the figures. Their presence only told we were being followed.
I got back to the hideout and opened the large doors with my strength and closed them behind . Inside, two individuals were packing the equipnt that we had brought and set up to monitor the town.
"Shit, Captain! What a majestic entry!" Josh spoke. He looked stressed about the situation, and he relieved it on .
"Josh, don't talk that way!" Helen warned. "Were you followed?" she asked .
"I was, but I got rid of them," I responded, assuring them both.
Josh sighed in relief, but Helen felt that it was suspicious, but she took my word for it.
"This shit has to go before we head back there again," Josh stated, grabbing an electronic tape recorder and holding it up for so ti. He was focused on it, and I called him to snap him out of it. He ca back to reality and put it aside.
We placed them away before we planned what we were going to do in the town.
That day was my last ti seeing them. They died before while we were fighting to eradicate them.
Already in the elevator, I was following the strong power I sensed. It was peculiar and seed to be split between two individuals who were in close range of each other.
Back down to the place where these freaks originated from.
I stopped at sub-level nine, where I felt it the most. No stealth, no plan, only strength and agility could help here. Mistakes of ten to thirty years ago will not be repeated.
Reader, I don't know where we can begin to resolve this.
Stepping foot on the floor, slls I had not once slled before, hit my nose with the intensity of their scent. It was disorienting, yet I forced myself to walk through unfamiliar hallways. Unlike the other floor below, this one was modest. Wood was used for the walls, well, wallpaper that resembles wood, or so I thought.
Slowly pacing through the padded floors, which were well-lit and had signs well placed at specific junctions. I made it to a large room, furnished with leather couches and sofas, polished trophies on clean wooden bookshelves, and a desk in front of the bookshelves. On top were files related to the business's financial statents and business letters, so discussing lawsuits and others discussing experints that have gone awry.
Footsteps approached the room from the left. I gripped my gun tightly, waiting for whatever would walk through the door to attack. Then, she walked back inside. "What do you want?" I asked her very calmly. Internally, I had a debate about whether I should shoot and kill her or not, since the first confrontation failed.
She stepped in and didn't show any signs of hostility. "My master had many problems, except ," she paused, carefully picking her words. "However, he couldn't wait for the mont to unleash his works into this city, but he stuck to a certain plan, and he had to restrain himself."
Moving closer, she kept her gaze on , and I stepped back, my hand ready to shoot her. Then she stopped. "You co here and disrupted his plan severely. Forcing him to cut back on manufacturing his weapons and having to hasten the plan," she explained. She walked past the desk and dragged her fingers along the surface.
"You killed off those who were key to his plans, forcing him to be rciful to a whore he used in his spare ti, and then finally killing him. And all you ask is what I want. The answer is clear: I want your blood to pay for your sins." She said, stopping by the centre of the desk. Her face was no longer neutral; she showed emotion, hatred, and sadness.
I looked at her and spoke, "I am not sorry for that coward." I emphasized my hate.
She looked at , unsure of what to feel. Raising her arm, she pushed toward the wall with her power. Feeling my body getting crushed, I used my strength to push myself off the wall.
Then that force suddenly stopped, and I fell to the ground. I rose, pistol in hand, looking around for her. She had left. I felt a bit of relief, but I knew it was going to get worse from here onward.
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