Tears streamed down Mia's face, her pain palpable. "You don’t understand, Richard. What we have... it was never supposed to happen." She pulled away from him, wiping her tears as if trying to steady herself. "I was trained to be emotionless, to kill, to survive, but I wasn’t prepared for this... for you."Richard shook his head, stepping closer to her. "Mia, we’ve been through hell together. You can’t just throw everything we’ve built away."She looked up at him, her eyes filled with sorrow. "Don’t you see? You deserve a life beyond this—beyond me. You should be with someone who can give you what you deserve, someone who can give you a family, a future. I... I can’t give you any of that.""Mia..." Richard reached for her, but she took a step back."No, Richard. You’re fighting for something bigger than me, than us. I can’t be the reason you lose sight of that." Her voice broke, and she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Our love for each other... it was a mistake. I let
He turned away from the rooftop, the cool night breeze stirring his hair. The battle ahead was going to be brutal, but he was ready. He had nothing left to lose, and if he was going down, he was going to make sure the aliens paid dearly for every inch they took from this world.With that thought, Richard headed back down, ready to face the chaos and destruction waiting for him.When Richard got back to the room, he paced restlessly, his mind racing with questions. He could feel the tension coiling inside him like a spring, each unanswered question tightening its grip."What are they up to?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Why did they take the president's daughter? What’s their endgame?"He glanced out the window, peering into the darkened streets below. The absence of alien patrols felt ominous, almost like a trap. His instincts screamed that something was off. "Why can’t I find any of their patrols? It doesn’t make sense.""Think, Richard," he urged him
The driver, eyes wide in terror, scrambled to the side, trying to avoid getting in the middle of what was about to happen. "Y-you’re not supposed to be here," he stammered, stepping back as the alien hissed at Richard.Richard stood his ground, his muscles tensing. "I could say the same about you," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the alien.The alien lunged first, its speed unnatural, but Richard had already anticipated the move. He shifted time again, dodging its razor-sharp claws by mere inches. The world around him slowed, but the alien's presence disrupted the flow of time in a way he hadn’t expected. It moved almost in sync with him, though not quite as fast.It can sense time manipulation, Richard realized.He had to move carefully. The alien wasn’t just a brute; it was aware, and it would make this a deadly fight.The alien’s voice was deep and unnerving, its ugly, elongated teeth bared in a twisted grin. Saliva dripped from its maw, stretching from one tooth to the other like
The driver, visibly shaking, replied, "The aliens are competing among themselves to mate with the president's daughter."Richard's jaw tightened as he absorbed the driver’s words. “So, this isn’t just some alien game… they’re involving humans too? A twisted competition to see who gets to mate with the president’s daughter?” His voice was laced with disgust.The driver, trembling, nodded. “Yes, they want strong men, humans, who can fight. They’re giving humans a chance to enter the tournament, to fight for her.”Richard’s eyes burned with fury. “And what happens to the ones who lose?”The driver looked down, ashamed. “They die... or worse, they become part of the aliens' entertainment, used as playthings or food.”Richard’s fists clenched. "I’ve heard enough." He glanced at the freed prisoners. “You're all free to go.”He returned his gaze back to the driver, "You know where this Alien Amazon Arena is, yes?""Yes sir, I do, it's a two days journey from here if we leave now""Good, take
The air was thick and damp as Richard and the driver descended into the underground tunnel. The route was narrow and dimly lit, with the sound of dripping water echoing around them. The walls were lined with grime and strange markings that Richard could barely make out in the dim light."How far is it from here?" Richard asked, his voice barely a whisper."Not much farther," the driver replied, glancing around nervously as if expecting something to jump out of the shadows. "The underground route leads directly to the arena’s basement. From there, we’ll have to find a way into the main stadium."Richard’s eyes scanned the tunnel ahead, his instincts sharp. He could feel the tension in the air, knowing they were venturing into enemy territory. The driver hesitated for a moment, his voice trembling slightly. "With all due respect, sir," he said cautiously, "if you want to go in unnoticed, you're going to have to remove your military outfit and wear rags, like the rest of us."Richard r
Richard’s eyes flickered briefly, maintaining his composure. "You healed, didn’t you?" Richard responded with a faint, cold smile. "Must not have been that big of a deal after all."A murmur spread among the aliens like wildfire. They glanced between Richard and the scarred alien, their curiosity growing into something darker—something violent.The alien’s smile vanished. His expression twisted with rage as the memory of his mutilation bubbled to the surface. "You’ll pay for what you did," he hissed, his voice filled with venom. "This time, there will be no escape."The aliens around them began to stand, their muscles tensing as they prepared for a fight, all eyes now on Richard.Richard held up his hands in mock surrender, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I mean no offense, bro, but unless we're fighting in the competition, I’ll gladly apologize for cutting off your cucumber."The alien's eyes flared with rage at Richard's nonchalance, and the room grew even quieter, as if the tensio
Richard's fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked, his body trembling with the sheer force of the rage surging through him. His eyes narrowed, darkening with a fierce, predatory intensity as he sized up Sea Wolf. Every muscle in his body coiled like a spring ready to explode, his breathing controlled but deep, as if he were holding back a storm.“You won’t escape my fists this time, Sea Wolf,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, each word laced with venom. The air between them seemed to hum with the promise of violence. “You’ll pay for killing my mentor.”Sea Wolf took another step back, his once fearless demeanor wavering as he saw the storm brewing in Richard’s eyes. For a split second, fear flickered in his expression, but he quickly masked it, sneering in defiance. Yet, the tremor in his fingers betrayed him.Richard’s mind flashed with memories—his mentor’s lifeless body, the blood, the betrayal—and it only fueled his fury. His fists, now like hammers, twitched,
The first swung a bat at his head, fast and wild. Richard ducked, the air from the swing brushing his face as he pivoted, driving his elbow into the pirate’s ribs with a sickening crack. The man crumpled, clutching his chest as he gasped for breath.Two more came at him, one brandishing a knife, the other a jagged piece of metal. The knife came at his side in a vicious jab. Richard caught the pirate's wrist in midair, his grip like iron. With a twist so brutal it snapped bones, he disarmed the man and kicked him so hard in the chest that he flew back into the crowd. The second pirate slashed down with his blade, but Richard sidestepped effortlessly and brought his fist up in a devastating uppercut. The man's jaw shattered on impact, and he fell like a stone.They kept coming, three at once this time. Richard was a blur, dodging their attacks with ruthless precision. A fist aimed at his head missed by inches as he countered, delivering a sharp knee into the pirate’s gut, sending him s