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BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINE
°°° Men of Power °°° Philadelphia Crest Care Hospital Carlos walked into the hospital with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. As he passed by the reception, he tried to find Ella, but she was nowhere in sight. He'd just returned from his meeting with the Ancient One and had decided to see Sean right away. Still tainted by the aura of Krycilis, he planned to come and pull Sean another step closer to consciousness. If all went well, it would be the last time he would have to do anything. All he would need to do afterwards is leave Sean in the care of his mother, friends, and doctors. Out of the fourteen-day window that the board of the Tournament of Warriors had given for Sean’s recovery, five days had passed. He knew he couldn’t afford to waste any more time. He walked straight towards Sean’s private room. He was relieved to learn that Sean would no longer be a target of the Cataclysmic Order. Although once in a while, his conscience judged his decision to save one
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & TEN
°°° Alliance °°° In Sean’s private ward, Carlos sat, momentarily frozen by the words he had just heard. "He knows, he knows I'm there."He knows who I am? How? How did they find out? How could they have possibly known? Carlos was panicking in his mind. "Black most," Dan said to the perplexed Carlos.“You are Black Mist?” “What? "You didn't realize?"Carlos was more confused. “Oh no, I didn’t." "I still don’t know who the Black Mist refers to,” Dan chuckled, maintaining his cool. “What? No… no. "I heard you call that name,” Carlos stuttered. “Well, you thought you did." "You said it, not me," Dan said with a smile. “Do you work for them?” Carlos asked with a serious tone, ready to end Dan’s life. “Work for who?” Dan raised a brow. “The order damns it." "Do you work for the Cataclysmic Order?” Carlos half-yelled. "Um, this is the first time I've heard of such a name."It sounds like a cult. "Is it a cult?” Dan asked, fully in control. Carlos looked at him, unsure of what to do ne
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & ELEVEN
°°° Catching up on History °°° “As we both know, mutants have been tagged as criminals. "After Hitler tried to weaponize mutants, the governments of the world agreed to put a ban on their existence," Dan explained to Carlos, seated at the far end of the restaurant. “Back then, mutants were mostly found in Germany, so it was very easy for the rest of the world to agree to it, and that led to the mass murders in Germany." oung and old, mutant and non-mutant family members were all killed, and Germany was eventually wiped off the map with multiple nuclear weapons.But as expected, some mutants escaped the destruction, and the mutant population began to rise again. “In 1960, during the actual third world war, there were meteor showers all over the globe, and the cosmic radiations began activating the mutant genes of people all over the globe." I was about twenty years old at the time.Some people’s genes were mutated as a result of the radiation, but with the world governments having thei
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & TWELVE
°°° Running Towards Death °°° • Central City, Philadelphia; Colonel Jennifer’s Residence Monday morning, sitting at the dining table after her breakfast, Colonel Jennifer with her shoulder length black hair with a patch of grey hairs above her right brows packed into a bun, had her blues eyes focused on the wall clock in expectantly. She had requested a meeting with the Silvered Sisters, Nestor Mathiotè and Nestor Harkins. After receiving a report from Radial Ella, she had been looking forward to this meeting, so much so that she could barely sleep. "If I am right, if this Carlos Wilson really is going to meet with a member of the Order of Babel, I will be a step closer to ascending to the ranks of a silvered sister." The clock struck eight thirty, and she immediately got up. The time-toll was no longer a massive problem as an Oracle, so she didn’t mind going too early. She sighed and stepped away from the table, standing in absolute silence, and the lights subtly went dim, and t
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & THIRTEEN
°°° Trailing Trailers °°° • Mexico City, Mexico • -Mexico City Metropolitan Cathedral- The 220-foot-tall cathedral, built of chiluca, stone, and tezontle, stood firmly rooted in the earth. Passersby and tourists walked past the building, enjoying the warmth of the summer’s Tuesday sun on their faces. A couple meters from the cathedral, in Terraza Catedral, a rooftop restaurant with a wonderful view of the cathedral and park, a group of nine oddly dressed men and women, in total, had taken up two tables. At first glance, they looked like a bunch of tourists, maybe a band that had come to tour the city, and tights were their signature fashion statement, but they lacked the excitement that tourists carried. They held a bottle of beer each, sipping from the bottles in unison each and every time. The perfection of their uniformity had garnered the attention of the other customers, who began to see them as clowns who were about to put on an open-air performance, but the audience was di
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & FOURTEEN
°°° Dawn Of Destruction °°° • Mexico City, Mexico • -Mexico City Metropolitan Cathedral- Passersby walked to and fro in front of the church to their various destinations; some tourists rushed up to the Terraza Catedral, not to eat or drink, but to get a good view of the setting sun. Sitting in a secluded corner but with a great view of the cathedral and park was Carlos, with a bottle of beer on the table in front of him. He had been here for quite a while now, emptying bottle after bottle with no signs of getting tipsy. “You alright there, amigo?” The manager joined him at the table. Carlos turned to him and sighed. “I’m good,” he replied, his breath wreaking of alcohol. “Are you sure?” the manager chuckled. “You look like you just lost everything.” "Well, I haven't, at least not yet," Carlos replied, taking a swig with a sad smile. "Are you talking about divorce?" inquired the manager. "If life can be used as divorce paper... then yes," Carlos said loudly. “Cancer can be a
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & FIFTEEN
°°° The date before death °°° • Somewhere under Mexico "I never thought these tunnels would end," Cardinal Es chuckled as they exited the tunnel, which had shrunk so much that only one person could walk comfortably in it. They had arrived at a sort of underground bunker, just as the higher-ups had told them they would find. "Heh, Madera would be so pissed if she realized she took the wrong tunnel," he laughed as he walked towards the bunker's door. Five meters away from the door, he suddenly collides with an invisible wall and is pushed back a few feet. "Anything less, and I'd have been disappointed," Cardinal Es chuckled, taking a stance. “I really don't think you should be attacking a reflection force field,” Red called out, but Cardinal Es either didn’t hear in time or he didn’t care altogether, as he threw a punch at the force field. THOOM!!! An explosive shockwave cut through the air in the wake of his punch, and as expected, the force field absorbed and redirected the fo
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & SIXTEEN
°°° Clash of Power °°° • Guerrero Landfill, Mexico Dirt and dust filled the atmosphere as both men collided, releasing wave after wave of timber-cracking shockwaves as they met themselves, fist for fist, kick for kick, until a blow to the abdomen sent him rolling into a rock, cracking it open. Blue huffed as he tried to catch his breath, struggling to push himself off the ground. “I was expecting that by now you would have been wise enough to know that going for head to head combat against me would be futile,” Carlos chuckled, and he began stalkily walking towards the struggling bald man. “If you had used your ability to manipulate the earth to create an armor, this fight would have been less damaging for you,” Carlos chuckled, but then his grin vanished as he suddenly felt a sinister, rage-consuming presence beside him. His eyeballs turned reflexively to take a glance, and standing beside him was the red-headed lady, Madera. “THOOM!!!” Dust filled the area as she slammed her
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