“What are we going to do?”Julie screamed in horror, trembling at the sight of the immense body that was slithering above them.Not even the fog was enough to cover the size of the creature as it crawled and wriggled itself around them.The group of A class user was throwing everything they had at it, sending their own monsters, attacking with large chunks of stones, and trying to shift the surrounding dimension to throw it off balance, but to no avail.The beast was too massive to be enclosed in such a space, and whenever they tried to increase the mist, it would only slam its body, causing an earthquake that halted the groups’ concentration.“We’re screwed.”Kyle whimpered, running around in circles within the pocket dimension that they were in.All they could do was stay there in the sphere's safety, watching how the behemoth trampled and dominated their enemies, as their attacks barely graze the beast.It was like they were throwing stick at a stone wall, hardly putting any kind o
“Seriously, aren’t you guys being overly too dramatic?”The man raised a brow, his expression questioning as he narrowed his gaze on the sphere that they were in.Everybody ended up stopping, recognizing the owner of the voice. They all turned dumbfounded, staring up at the fellow who was looking down at them.As of now, the special private looked like a giant from their perspective, having shrunk their defensive barrier to the size of a basketball, allowing themselves to fit in it, thanks to the bartender’s pocket dimension.“Sir Chris! I knew you were all right.”Oliver could not hide his relief. Joy immediately took over him upon seeing the private’s face.It was only then that the others calmed down, as they now felt safe looking at the man holding on to them.“Why wouldn’t I be?”Again, the man’s brow rose, confused by the question.Everybody, especially Dereck, gaped, forcing themselves to explain the reason for the idea, but then embarrassment blocked their chain of thought, as
Sirens continued to wail, along with its red lights that kept on glowing, signaling for an emergency. It mixed with the sounds of shouts, orders, cursing, and a lot of footsteps going back and forth.The non-stop noise, together with the on and off glow passing through his eyes, forced Raynald’s consciousness to wake.Still feeling groggy, he was quick to check if he could move. He felt relieved getting a sense of his fingers and toes, signs that the toxins in his body were wearing off.He tries to see his surroundings. Everything remained blurry, though the cold water gave those needle like prickling on his skin.He was thankful that he could feel it now, no longer having those numbing sensations that kept him on hold.A few more moments and he could make out the visions of what was happening in front of him.Several men in uniform armed with rifles were running around, being ordered by a few guys in lab coats.He could not understand what they were shouting, but the manner in which
Bodies loitered all over the place, no blood, all bruised, and unconscious. There were bullet marks on the wall, together with a few broken and scratched up machinery.Lights flickered along the path as they continued to make their way into the hall. It did not take long before they hear arguing, which forced Raynald to keep his eyes open a bit longer.He was being carried by Bruno on his back, all the while the two others remained on watch behind.Afar, the remaining gang members of the black thirteen, were waiting in front of a large double door.All of them were on guard as they had their abilities at the ready, staring at the other entrances that were there. They only stopped when they noticed them.“It’s the Boss!”The youths ran towards them the moment they saw them approaching.All had this smile and tears on their faces as they rush to greet them.Immediately, they got surrounded by the screaming and flailing youngster, as each one of them tried to check on him.“Settle down g
Raynald continued to gaze at the vial while lying on his bed.He watched how the red solution glimmered like fire in his fingertips, as if it was liquified rubies.From what his friends had told him, the thing was his blood, though now that he was looking at it, it seemed different.“You all right, boss?”Arnold asks, having this worried look on his face as he placed the cup of iced drink on the table next to his bed.Not wanting to concern any of the youngster, he puts the object in the mini container he got. Hiding it in his pocket afterwards.“Yeah, any news from sir Chris?”He heaves a sigh, then takes the liquid in one gulp. He winces, feeling that slight burning sensation on his throat, taking another deep breath to enjoy its bitterness and strength in his tongue.It helps him calm down, since he has received no calls or messages from any of the two.“Nope, they haven’t come.”The lad states, pursing his lips upon noticing the heavy expression on the sergeant’s face.The other y
Raynald watch as Selena walked away, sashaying her hips, acting as if the streets were some kind of stage for a pageant.All he could do was shake his head, as he tried to keep on that straight face of his, since the woman keeps looking back on his way.“You really are the ladies’ man, aren’t you?”A deep voice suddenly spoke from behind.In an instant, he jumps away out of instinct, both hands at the ready blaze and energy immediately accumulating within his palms, making it glow crimson red. He stops midway when he sees who the person was.“Sir Chris! How long have you been there?”He utters after a few moments of gaping.He averted the man’s gaze, looking around the area to see where the private could have hidden. Though he had sensed it a while ago, he could not determine where the guy had come from.From the tattered dwellings that easily made noises, there was not much place to take cover from.The man was sitting atop a house, head resting on one hand that was placed on his kne
Chris heaved a sigh. Once again, he was up against odds that he was unsure if he could face on his own.Fear crept inside of him as the energies in the air continued to increase and become unhinged.From what he remembers in the other world, it should not be that way. It felt like a wave, fluctuating now and then.There were times it would go on for hours, sometimes minutes, then it disappears for a whole day. It was so unnatural for him, added that noticed it had a schedule of sort.Besides that, there was another thing that concerned him, and it was the vial that they got from that supposedly abandoned lab.He could feel the sergeant’s essence flowing in it, but there was something else mixed in it, a familiar yet different aura at the same time.He kept playing with it in his fingertips, watching how the liquid flowed and glimmered inside the small bottle.“Is there a problem, sir?”Raynald asks, noticing how he was looking at it with a troubled look.“This blood. They’ve done some
“Are you sure you’re going to be all right?”Her mothers ask, having those pleading eyes, telling him to not go out of the house. As usual, they had worried look on their faces.“Maybe you should try to find a job somewhere else, like in a private security firm.”His father second the notion of that other option they have been talking about.“Yeah, I hear there have been several companies hiring power users nowadays.”Again, it was his mom.The elders both looked at one another, giving these hopeful gazes before turning to him once more.After he had returned, both of them had been overly protective, telling him not to go back to the military.Even though he wanted to follow that advice, it was impossible with what he knew.“And they pay good money.”His dad states, informing him of that one thing that worried him.After he had disappeared, his father had to do extra shifts again. His mom had to do side jobs just to keep his siblings at school.It irked him at the thought that none of