Chapitre 6: Rampage
The air ruptured. Explosions pierced the false serenity with a loud crackle
The helicopter that once flew unhurried and undisturbed, was slashed to pieces in seconds
Chaos
Blood and rubble stained the ground below but up above descending rapidly was a single child with a manical expression painting his face
Tattoos etched onto his body with his rose pink hair pulled back, four red eyes dotting his face and his clothes shredded to pieces under the pull of his hands
Anarchy
"The fuck is going on!" A soldier tried to scream from a nearby helicopter, his gun hoisted and firing, "Status report! Status repo-"
A sharp incision drew itself across the background of New York as everything in its direction was dismantled into a eldritch mix of scarlet and debris
Silence gripped hard to regain control of the once calm city and yet it couldn't
Amidst all the pandemonium happening was only a single trail of laughter was heard even as lives were reaped and buildings were annahilated
"HAHAHAHAHA!" The voice cried out in pure ecstasy, "…THE WOMEN?! THE CHILDREN?! WHERE ARE THEY?! IT'LL BE A MASSACRE!"
Dust and steel rained supreme as the soldiers scrambled to make their lead meet their target to no avail.
It was just too fast
The shadow of the boy pranced about across the sky like a child on a sugar high
Skyscrapers were cleaved into halves, thirds, fourths, fifths etc etc sending their metallic bodies plummeting onto the swarms of special forces below
Killing them immediately.
"W-Where…Where is he?!" A man screamed, separated from his allies, he lay perched inside a building waiting for backup that would never arrive
Sweat scurried down his masked faced as his fear practically pulsed and palpitated with life
He got up to run. Run away from it all and escape, hopefully regroup with the few remaining..yes regroup
His heart pounded against the cage of bone and marrow as he swivelled his body to move up the door
Except at the door stood the very entity who had just laid waste to city with ease
The Boy
As if instinctively his knees buckled down as if telling him to kneel before his eminence
Fear grasped his being as the pride in his skills that he has honed for years crumbled instantly
Barely managing to regain control of his spasming body, he raised his gun to shoot, finger pressed down on the trigger..and yet nothing happened
His finger had gone numb
His whole body had gone numb
The gun that he held so tightly to himself was sliced apart whilst simple cross hatching drew itself onto his body and face
"Huh?"
The soldiers body exploded into cubes of chunky meat like rare steak piecs
"Still not a complete incarnation… this vessel is proving to be more of a nuisance than the others," the boy spoke, indifferent to the horrific mutilation he had caused. His voice was deeper, more aged and held a sadistic glee that laced his tone, "even if instinctual, he's managed to restrict my power to that of 7 fingers. How irritating"
Peering out of the cracked window with his four crimson laden eyes, the Devil itself pranced about on his features and lips causing him to crack a malevolent smile
"Watch from within imputent vessel, what true strength can accomplish.."
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"Watch from within imputent vessel, what true strength can accomplish.."
A voice so close to his own called out to him and yet he could barely hear it let alone comprehend
His body felt heavy. His mind felt weary
He felt like he was drowning. Pulled down by the weight of his sins like he was sinking to the depths of the unknown
He was awake though…at the very least
Searching through his memories he though back to his last thoughts before every went black
He was roaming the city…quiet..too quiet…gunshots…
Pain
His body jolted back at the last memory, the butt of the gun smashing down on his head and the bolts of electricity coursing through his body until his blood boiled
The realisation that evaded him before latched onto him as he moved to escape the sea only to find that he was restricted…chains?
No.. skeleton like hands crawled across his body dragging him further down
Air escaped his lungs as he writhed to flee their grasp
Rest
Accept our embrace
Accept the Shrine
His body went limp whilst he struggled to regain control but the whispers were filling his head and corroding his mind
A hand. Human. So warm and comforting. Rough yet so soft
Gripped his flailing arm as he felt his body ascend to the surface before everything fell to never ending black
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Crashing into an air born helicopter, the boy didn't waste his chance, dicing the soldiers bodies for him to watch in euphoria
"Die!!" A soldier screamed from the cockpit, pulling an unpinned grenade.
But just before it could explode, his body was launched into a building compressing into a red that painted the walls with a boom
Shooters lined up in a apartment complex. Smoke emerged from their piping hot guns
A shared sentiment hammered against their soul like an anvil
If we don't kill this monster right now, he'll bring about the end of the world
They no longer aimed to apprehend - no their aim right now
..Was to survive this hell
The structure split into quarters. A collage of death
He scaled the disintergrating building with ease. It seemed like he was using the air itself as his foothold
Tucking his hands precariously into his pockets, the boy scowered the ruins, "Listen Vessel and listen well.
You want identity, was it? There is no greater proof of self than strength.
Strength is the only decider in this world
It was your weakness that brought this. Your weakness that let all these people die. Your lack of strength brought all this destruction
Savour it"
The world has lost all its colours except one - red
Streets were desecrated. Bodies ripped into portable parts. Households and homes torn apart wuth no sign of recovery abd the stench of dull metallic permeated the air
"Is this all this new world has to offer?" The four irises contained in his eyes rotated with intrigue, "Hm? Who are you?"
Ethreal. Long flowing blonde hair. A helmet with an angels wing attached to its summit. Sapphire jewels for eyes. Metal forged by Gods adorned his figure
"Thor Odinson. God of Thunder. The end of your destruction, demon"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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