บท 1: Chapter 1 Mistakes were made.
In the eerie silence of the night, in the middle of a forest stood a large three-stories tall dark wooden mansion. The mansion stood in complete silence, nothing but the light rustling of leaves and the calmness of the night breeze could be heard.
All seemed peaceful until noises of stones crackling under wheels, fallen branches snapping and the silent electrical engine of a car moving up the winding forest road leading to the mansion came.
With its lights turned off and speed below the speed limit the electric car slowly crept towards the silent mansion in the dark distance that was only lit by moonlight.
Frightened by this unfamiliar, supposed zero-emission-producing low-engine sound a rat got startled and ran towards its hole on the other side of the dirt road.
But just like many of his rat ancestors before him, he ran straight under the unmarked cars wheel. Blood splattered all over the side of the cars white color paint job. Now the white cars side was painted red, a bad omen of what was to come.
Inside the unmarked car, two figures sat in silence. Moonlight shined in their sunglass-covered eyes as the two figures observed the scene ahead.
On the clear grass-covered yard of the mansion ahead, they could see a massive collection of black vehicles with tinted windows. All the cars were parked in neat rows as if they were in a car show. Mostly the yard just covered by trash consisting of alcohol bottles or used drug needles. But other than that not much else of note could be seen.
Then as the undercover police car stopped its windows rolled down. Inside the car, the two different-sized men were dressed in civilian clothes with bulletproof vests on top that had signs saying police.
Their breathing was calm, their ears sharp as they listened carefully for any signs of movement their sunglass-covered eyes might not have seen. After a while the smaller, but taller of the two well-built men who sat on the right side said.
"Bruce, you sure this is the place?"
As he scanned the surroundings for any movement the bearded and more muscular of the two men named Bruce said in a deep manly tone of voice.
"Yeah, don't worry Frank this is most definitely the place. Just look at all those unmarked cars and just smell that sent in the air. It's clearly the smell of drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. Typical gang-banger shit smells."
Nervously Frank gulped down some saliva and said.
"Well let's get out of here before we are noticed and call it in. Looking at the number of vehicles here there's probably a small army of those gangsters inside there. We will probably need at least 50 guys to get this done smoothly. At least there ain't no way for us two to do this on our own. "
Bruce remained silent for a moment before pointing towards a big fuel storage tank located next to the house. Then he said confidently.
" Look at that Frank, that fuel tank is a clear sign. Let's just blow these gang bangers to hell, all quick and easy like. No casualties on our side, no shootout, just a bunch of dead gang bangers. Just the way god clearly intended it to be. "
Frank a bit shocked by Bruce's words said.
" What? Are you mad? That would be going completely against protocol. I-I was just kidding about us doing this alone you know. As police, we can't just go blowing people up without a proper reason. I mean, I know you got a lot of hatred in you towards these people because of your past and all but come on man. This, this is too much. And besides what you are suggesting is extremely dangerous. Just think about your girlfriend how's she gonna feel if you get yourself shot or blown up by that massive fuel tank?"
Scoffing at these words Bruce said.
"Don't be a coward Frank. All these people are guilty as shit. These people don't deserve trials or mercy. It's because of them and others like them that people like me are brought up without parents. I say you stop being a bitch, grow some balls and be a man. I for one ain't no bitch, I'm a man. No, I'm much more than that, I'm a real man and after this, I'm gonna be a rich man, once I get my big promotion for doing this and all that good stuff."
After saying this Bruce got out of the car assault rifle in hand and started to silently move towards the house.
Sighing heavily Frank spoke into the radio and called for backup and then also got out of the car rifle in hand and ran to Bruce's side as he then said.
"GODDAMMIT Bruce. You know I ain't letting you do this alone but you really need to stop taking these kinds of risks. Sooner or later you are gonna get us both killed doing unnecessary stupid shit like this."
With an arrogant smirk on his face Bruce said.
"Don't worry Frank. I ain't gonna let you die here. Your going to get to see your wife soon again, I promise. And besides, if we get promoted for this maybe you can take your woman for a nice long vacation somewhere nice. Maybe Scotland or something."
Sighing at Bruce's words Frank said.
"Yeah yeah, we have already talked about this before. Just remember the offer I gave you last time. If I die you have my permission to fuck my wife. I just can't stand the idea of her being all alone and sad without me."
Patting Frank on the shoulder, Bruce said.
"Yeah, I remember. But honestly dude, I get that we are close and all but you just saying it like that feels so wrong. Please don't say it again. And more importantly, cover my ass I'm going in."
Not seeing any movement in the yard Bruce moved swiftly towards the fuel tank. Frank stayed further back taking cover behind a car and kept an eye on the front entrance of the mansion.
Holstering his assault rifle Bruce then started to turn the valve on the fuel tank slowly so as not to make any sound. But despite his best efforts the valve having some rust on it started making loud squeaking noises with each and every turn.
Feeling the valve loosen and ready to spill out its flammable contents the front door of the house suddenly slammed open with a loud bang. Alerted by this sound Bruce immediately stopped turning the valve and ran to the corner of the mansion to peek at what had caused the sound.
Standing there in front of the front door he could see a black gang banger in his underwear with a pistol in hand. The man seemed drunk as he carefully observed his surroundings as if he were looking for something.
Then the gang banger said in a confused tone of voice.
"What the hell? I'm sure I heard something. Tyrone you black, tricky mother fucker if you are out here messing with me? I swear to god! If I find you I'm gonna beat you ass. No, I'll curb-stomp you, god damnit."
"Oh shit." Bruce thought to himself as the gang banger started to make his way towards his position.
Looking around for anything he could use to lead the gang banger away he saw In the distance the outline of Frank hiding behind the car taking aim at the man, he seemed ready to shoot the man.
Not having silencers on their rifles and having forgotten his earpiece in the car Bruce thought to himself. "Shit Frank, don't you fucking dare shoot that fucking gun. If you do then were both dead."
Taking in a calming breath Bruce searched his memories for suggestions on what to do. Ever since he was young he had spent all his free time fighting and training his body. Later in life, he found MMA and gardening. His grades at school werent the best but these two things he liked and history. Thinking of all this he then opened his eyes as he came up with an amazing plan.
As the man came close to the corner Bruce came out swinging. The mans eyes widened in surprise and he tried to move, but too late. Bruce sent his signature right hook straight into the man's lower jaw with full force.
The man's teeth smashed together with a teeth-breaking sound. His teeth were instantly shattered into pieces and his jaw also broke as his head was sent flying backwards. The man let out a pained groan and staggered to the side with stars in his eyes.
Seeing this perfect opening Bruce immediately moved behind the black man and grabbed a hold of his head with both hands. Then with the great force of his well-trained muscular arms, he snapped the man's neck twisting it a full 360 degrees around.
Bruce watched heard the gang bangers neck snap completely in half and watched his body fall limply to the ground. Bruce held a mix of arrogance and anger on his face as he thought to himself.
"And so the world became a better place, fuck I'm strong!"
Then from the back side of the mansion came a redneck gang bangers shout. "Hey! Who goes there?"
Peeking from behind the corner to look at the approaching man Bruce suddenly froze as his and the mans eyes met. The man was only a few 20 or so meters away from him as he then yelled.
"Who the fuck are you!"
Then Bruce heard a bullet swishing past his head as Frank started to unload on the man. Getting down low he watched as the man tried to run, but almost immediately he fell dead to the ground.
Sweat came to his face as he thought to himself.
"Aa fuck. We are so dead."
Suddenly powerful lights turned on and lit up the entire yard as the mansion came to life with angry yells of hundreds of gang bangers and the sounds of them moving.
Seeing this Bruce ran to the fuel tank and started turning the valve while Frank yelled to him. "Get out of there man! Forget this shit and let's run!"
But right after yelling this gun fire opened up on Frank from the mansion. Frank by some miracle didn't get hit and managed to quickly duck behind the car as hundreds of bullets flew at his position tearing hundreds of holes into the car he hid behind.
Just like that, the calmness of night was gone and in its stead, a powerful crackling of gunfire had come. To Bruce, it sounded just like one of those war movies that he and Frank liked to watch while having a few beers.
Seeing this Bruce turned the valve with all his might one more time and managed to get the gasoline flowing out. Like a small stream of water, the gasoline burst out of the tank and onto the ground.
Right then bullets started to fly past him as they hit the tank he stood behind. Taking cover behind the gasoline spewing tanker Bruce saw a bunch of gang bangers approaching his position while shooting. Like a human meat wave, they came from the back of the mansion armed to the teeth with assault rifles, pistols and one even seemed to have a heavy machine gun. However, their protection was not the best as some were in their underwear.
Taking his assault rifle in both hands Bruce got low, waited for a pause in the shooting and then peeked out from behind the fuel tank and returned fire. Already having practiced this countless times before he easily managed to take out a few of them running out in the open.
Seeing their friends in crime fall the gang bangers ran behind the cars and started to blindly return fire.
With now both of them pinned down and gasoline under his feet Bruce started to realize that he was in a very bad situation.
To his right, there was a row of cars that he could take cover behind and use to get the hell out of this situation. But there was one big problem, the cars were too far away and he being a little bit under two meters tall wasn't the most agile or fastest man on the police force.
The cars were maybe 6 meters away, not too far one might think. But not only was he big and slow, but he was also a big target for bullets. He highly doubted his chances of safely dashing to the cars without being hit, but unless he wanted to just blow himself up now there werent many other choices for him to choose from.
Unable to come to a decision he tried to thin the number of enemies first. Peeking out from behind the fuel tank he took a few shots at the gang bangers managing to kill one that was running and make another one who was hiding fall to the ground in screaming agony.
Falling back behind cover he yelled in anger to the gang bangers. "Take that you dirty hillbilly, street-liking, hood-spitting fucks!"
Immediately in response bullets and curses came flying towards him. Bullets fell on the tanker like rain, making him sweat in worry that the thing was going to blow.
"Damn, this is bad, if only I was smaller and more agile like those gymnastic girls on tv. Then maybe I might be able to make it to those cars. Fuck my life."
In the distance, he could see Frank still pinned down behind the car as he blindly tried to return fire at the house. Clearly, the mantle of responsibility had now fallen to him and so he now needed to do something fast before Frank or he got hit and died.
Not liking his chances he hesitated. But then a vision, no a memory of the night before came to him. He remembered being home alone and drunk on the couch after a hard bodybuilding workout at the local gym. While wondering if his girlfriend was somewhere partying and cheating on him. Infuriated by this he had accidentally hit the remote and turned on the TV.
There for the first time in his life, he saw something truly fantastical and amazing. On the screen, he had seen a girls gymnastics competition.
He remembered being amazed at how much strength and agility some of them had despite their small bodies. How could such a small human move so effortlessly and elegantly he wondered?
While watching the show he started to drink heavily and then got inspired by the girls and started to practice hand standing and rolling on the ground himself. Remembering this a fire for learning more gymnastics or in his case calisthenics was lit in his heart.
Most of all he remembered one of the athletes who was maybe 18 years of age. She had the most beautiful face he had ever seen and those stunning deep blue eyes. Not only that she was also extremely well developed with some nice tits and a good ass. But most of all he remembered her stunning agility and flawless movements.
Thinking of this a plan came to his mind, but first, he needed a timer. Taking out a lighter from his pocket he lit it and placed it close to the gasoline hoping to use it as his timer. Once the gasoline reaches it, the whole tanker would hopefully explode, or that's what he hoped.
With the lighter set, he fired a few more rounds at the gang bangers which gained him a second of silence from the gunfire and then made a run for it. Taking a step followed by a second one he went for a quick gymnastic roll towards the cars.
As he went for the gymnastic roll bullets started to fly past him. Adrenaline ran through his veins and the whole world seemed like it was in slow motion.
Rolling on the ground he could hear the bullets whistling past him.
Then as he came out of the roll he felt something strike his face. Blood flew from where his nose was and then he realised that his nose was just blown off. It happened so fast that his body didn't even register what had just happened as he felt no pain. Then he flexed his legs and pushed himself off the ground.
Now over halfway to the car he prepared to jump the rest of the way but as he was about to do so he felt a bullet striking his right leg. All feeling left it immediately and he lost control.
Unnable to use his right leg he stumbled and fell to the ground hard. Only 1 meter away from the car he felt a bullet strike his ass cheeks and something inside causing him to lose all feeling in both legs.
Bleeding, in pain and with no feeling in his legs he still managed to crawl behind the car thanks to the gang bangers horrible aim. Peeking from under the car he could see the gang bangers closing in on him.
Using his rifle he started taking them out from under the car one by one. First shooting their legs he made them fall to the ground after which he shot them in their heads, ending their criminal lives for good.
One after another he took them out until the remaining ones retreated behind cover not giving him any other opportunities to shoot them.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position and against the car Bruce groaned in pain. His legs refused to move, his ears were ringing and his entire body felt extremely weak. He was losing a lot of blood he could feel the metallic feeling of his blood in his mouth.
In the distance, he could see Frank still holding on as he was shooting his rifle while yelling something at him. A smile crept on Bruce's face seeing his friend unhurt and still so full of energy.
Then his gaze turned to his mangled right leg which was bleeding and bent into an unnatural angle. It seemed to be almost completely severed in the middle as there was a bunch of bone sticking out. But it was hard to tell with the pants and blood in the way.
Then he turned to look at the lighter and gasoline that were about to touch. In regret and defeat, he looked to the sky and thought.
"I guess this is it? Well, at least Franks going to survive and thats good enough for me. My life sucked anyway. There probably aint gonna be anyone except Frank and maybe some dudes from the police department to see my funeral since I dont have any family, but thats okay."
Sighing in acceptance of his fate he smiled pitifully to the sky, but just then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning to look he could see Frank crouching down right next to him as he said.
"Dont worry man, I got you! I aint letting you die here!"
Shocked by Franks actions Bruce yelled at him.
"No, Frank! Leave me! The fuel tank is about to explode! Youll die if you dont go now!"
Frank grabbed a hold of the back of Bruces vest as he then started to drag him away from the fuel tank. Through panted breath Frank then said.
"No way! We are partners to the very end remember! In this life and the next! Oh no wait, I think I said the wrong words, but you know what I mean!"
Feeling touched by these words, Bruce felt tiers come to his eyes as he desperately said.
"No Frank! You have to leave me! Think of your wife!"
Immediately Frank answered back.
"Fuck that! Bros before hoes, remember!"
Hearing this Bruce laughed lightly as he then noticed more gang bangers closing in. Frank opened fire on them first and Bruce then followed. Together they kept on shooting while Frank slowly tried to drag his massive body away with one hand.
Then both their eyes widened in shock as they saw the gasoline catching on fire. All they managed to say was. "Oh shit!" Then came a massive blinding flash of light that consumed them both. Bruce only felt a small split second of pain before he heard a massive boom and then darkness followed.
***
Feeling himself floating in nothingness surrounded by darkness he suddenly saw a small light at the end of a dark tunnel. Slowly without doing anything, he was sucked towards the light until the light consumed his entire being and he felt cool air hit his skin.
He groaned in annoyance and discomfort only to hear a baby's crying voice. Then a feminine voice spoke out.
"Congratulations, It's a healthy baby girl!"
Then he felt a smooth blanket being wrapped around him as he was handed off to gentle feminine feeling hands. A little bit away from himself he could hear a deep manly voice speak up saying.
"Hmm, how disappointing! Truly you're only quality is in that hoorish appearance of yours and nothing else. But tell you what, if this one manages to survive to become a beauty equal to yourself, then maybe I might have a use for her."
Hearing this talk about a baby girl and hearing baby voices coming out his mouth Bruce thought to himself.
"Wait what? Am I making baby noises? No way right?"
Then with some effort, he managed to open his eyes. And as he did so he immediately was met with the sight of a shabby roof made of straws, a chimney to her right and the sight of a woman dressed in a maids outfit walking out a crappy wooden door. The place seemed like some crappy cottage from the dark ages or something. Seeing it he couldnt help but wonder what type of a person actually lived here, or more importantly why was he here?
Confused by this all, he then looked around for answers and immediately noticed a giant woman looking lovingly down upon him, wait was he in her arms, he wondered. To his eyes the woman looked absolutely massive like a giant, but an extremely beautiful giant for sure. The womans eyes were a deep shade of blue, her hair was blonde and her appearance greatly resembled that gymnastic girl on TV he had seen, except that this giant woman was extremely frail and weak-looking. Despite her weakness, she gently smiled at him and spoke.
"Now what should I call you? You look just like me, so maybe just to play a little trick upon you're father, I think I will give you my name. And so, from this day onwards you will be Lili. My little baby girl."
A smile came to Bruce as he thought the name to be quite cute until he then realized something and said.
"No way! Why are you calling me Lili? I'm a man and my name is definitely not Lili!"
Despite wanting to say this, only crying baby noises came out of his mouth no matter how hard he tried to sound like a normal rational manly man. Hearing his own voice he couldnt help but feel ashamed and even the giant woman before him seemed to be disturbed by his voice, she looked so worried in his eyes as she said.
"Oh dont cry, Lili. Here have some of momies milk."
Then the womans one free hand moved to the top part of her dress and started pulling it down. Eyes wide Bruce immediately stopped making baby noises and silently watched as the woman pulled out a massive breast from within her dress. To his eyes, it looked bigger than his own freaking head, even the womans beautiful nipple along with the pink part around it seemed to be bigger than his whole hand.
Seeing it Bruce was absolutely stunned, as he thought to himself.
"why the fuck was this giant woman showing him her breast."
Although Bruce while stunned into confusion by this, definitely didnt mind the sight of it. But then without warning the woman pulled his head towards the breast and then with the other hand, she showed her big nipple against his lips.
For but a moment he resisted not knowing what was going on, but soon his instincts kicked in and he automatically took the nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it. Soon milk flowed into his mouth and to his surprise, the milk was actually extremely tasty and warm. Soon he got the hang of it and wanted more, so he placed his hands upon it and tried to squeeze. And thats when he noticed just how small and soft his hands appeared to be, they were like that of an small babies.
"Wait, what the fuck? Where are my muscles, my bulging veins and scars? The fuck is going on here?"
Alerted by this he wanted to say something but soon found himself feeling extremely tired, and then he quickly fell asleep into the womans arms. And with a pop, his mouth let go of the womans nipple and darkness came and dreamland followed.
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