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BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & SEVEN
°°° Internal Affairs °°° • Oak Lane, Philadelphia Carlos Wilson’s Residence In the basement of his house, the only place in his house he has been comfortable in since his healing stunt on Kate Sunday evening, Carlos sat in total silence. He looked a bit older than he was, as he had used some of his life force to pull Sean out of the grips of death. He had been using his life force daily, each time he visited Sean. He would slowly undo what damage he could without it being noticeable. He'd been doing this for about a week since returning from the Pittsburgh meeting. He was barely ever at work anymore and had left the repair shop in Malone’s care. Right now, there were just a number of things on his mind: the complete resuscitation of Sean to the point where the medics could continue, and then the issue of a meeting with the Ancient One, a meeting he had requested since the incident but had yet to get a reply. The meeting was one of the reasons why he was always in his basement whe
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & EIGHT
°°° Gamble °°° Carlos straightened himself up and looked up at the vastness of the dimension, then returned his gaze to the elderly man a couple feet away from him. “So where are we exactly?” Carlos asked. “A border dimension, if you will." One of many, actually. During the truce, both orders divided all the planes and dimensions neither side claimed as a sign of peace, but since the incident with Rector Ray Mathers, the Most Revered Father over Australia, the Cataclysmic Order has been trying to attack our assigned planes and dimensions,” the Ancient One explained. “Well, when you say it that way, you make me want to call the Order of Babel the good guys,” Carlos scoffed. “Really? "If you envision us as the bad guys, why do you still work with us?” the Ancient One asked with a calm look. “Well, mainly because I myself am not good and also because of the principle of the lesser evil,” Carlos replied with a cocky tone. “Of course, but don’t forget your actual reason." The Lord's
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
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