章節 13: Evil should expect evil from others- Part 1

Felicia looks away, unable to meet his gaze. Mark leans back in his seat and lets out a sigh. He turned around to face her and put his hand on hers.

Mark: "You cannot come with me, Felicia, you are not adequate in mystic arts yet... It will sound bad to hear it, but you will only severely restrict my own capabilities if you tag along." Mark smiles apologetically.

Felicia: "I know... I just..." Her voice drops as he squeezes her hand reassuringly.

Mark: "I know you wanted to save your best friend, Felicia. But are you ready to drench your hand with someone's blood?" Mark trails off.

Mark: "You won't... You don't have what it takes to kill someone." Felicia finally complied & nodded numbly.

Mark smiled and took his self-made transparent smartphone out of his pockets, Felicia gawk up at the advanced piece of technology before her eyes

Felicia: "...Are you a superspy from some hidden organization?" Mark grins at her question.

Mark: "Self-made, here..." Mark stretched his free hand out & the Chronometer watch on his wrist quickly morphed into a transparent smartphone.

Felicia: "What the? H-How... Your watch..."

Mark: "Nanotechnology, this thing has an inbuilt AI with a powerful Bionic processor, 50-megapixel camera, 512 GB storage capacity, and it can change its form." He drummed his fingers on the arms of his wooden chair while he kept his eyes on her face, she looked at him in shock, unable to form words.

-o.O.0.O.o-

With Kara's help, Mark tracked Neena's phone using its IMEI number and was able to locate its last active location. According to Kara, she was in Canada on a small unnamed island in Hudson Bay.

Felicia: "Please, take of yourself..." She cautioned him to be careful, Mark smiled softly at her and spoke.

Mark: "I will." He then took out a Dark steampunk Hat from his storage ring and dons it on. Felicia raised her eyebrows curiously and was about to ask him about it when within a blink of an eye a menacing-looking biohazard mask and a suit materialized on his body.

Mark: "Oh, This... I created this in my free time." Felicia circled him, eyeing his suit carefully.

Felicia: "That is Diabolical! How did you make those lens glow?" She asked with an impressed smirk on her face.

Mark: "So you liked it?" Felicia nodded her head and ran her hand down his body, trying to feel the texture of the suit.

Mark: "Do you want one?" Mark asked, her eyes lit up on hearing this.

Felicia: "Can I?"

Mark: "Well, why not? Create a rough sketch of your dream suit… I will create it for you…" Mark leans closer to her.

Mark: "Of course I will take payment… You know what I mean." Felicia blushed, & punched lightly on his arm.

Felicia: "Pervert…" She said with a smile that graced her lips. She reached for his hands and took hold of them.

Felicia: "Mark… Promise me you'll be alright…" She said softly while her grips on his hand tighten in worry.

Mark: "I will." Mark tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and with those final words, he left her room via teleportation.

Felicia: "He can teleport!"

-o.O.0.O.o-

Mark frowned as he looked down at the large facility before his eyes are eerily familiar to him, he has seen it before… Not in the movies but the comics.

Mark: "It looks like this world has much more shit to it than meets the eye..." He muttered with his brows knitted together. Mark who is floating hundreds of meters up in the sky activated his X-ray vision, an ability he got from Whampire, and a second later he was overwhelmed by the numbers, he could literally see silhouettes of hundreds of hundreds of people holed together in this camp.

Mark: "These Cunts…" He muttered under his breath, if his eyes didn't betray him, he could clearly tell that these cunts have imprisoned over 1000 people, and that is a lot of fucking people!

A sudden roar of engines snapped him out of his stupor, out of the corner of his eyes he noticed a semi-truck leaving the camp and heading south towards a much smaller building situated at the edge.

"Sniff" "Sniff" The all too familiar smell of blood assaulted his nostrils, Mark frowned as his eyes followed the vehicle.

Mark who was using Ghostfreak's power to make himself invisible descends just a bit and tailed the semi-truck, he has this gut feeling that he will not be going to like what is in that vehicle.

Since it was just a 2km island the truck only took around 17 minutes to complete the journey to the building.

He quickly hid behind a tree while he observed as a couple of military men exited the much smaller compound's gate and chatted with the driver for a couple of seconds before they made their way back to the trailer.

Mark out of sheer curiosity looked straight at the trailer, he immediately regretted his action. Mark found himself freezing, his gut churning with disgust, his own eyes trembled with a terrible shock, he had the feeling that his heart was being gripped by cold hands. It was – the sheer inhumanity before his eyes made a part of his body almost turn into the ice.

When he first glanced in the trailer, he saw deceased Men, women, and children of different ages squeezed together. These unfortunate people were stripped from every inch of human dignity, they were completely naked, and head shaved clean. He stood there motionless as his gaze remains fixed on the inhumanity, these cunts don't even display any kind of pity as they roughly unload the bodies, instead they laughed in sick glee and made nasty remarks about the neither region of both female and male bodies, they showed absolutely nothing, no regret, not even sadness.

Mark gritted his teeth in rage, but he calmed down the raging tide inside him... In truth, all he now wanted is to tear them to pieces, what he had seen had not been a sight he was expecting to see, he read this type of inhumanity only in books & these people are treating innocents lives like those Nazi cunts.

Without a second thought he summoned a clone and pointed at those filths, the clone silently gave a nod of acknowledgment.

Mark turned on his heels and was about to leave, but stopped and turned his head slightly to look at his clone.

Mark: "Break their minds... torture them till they beg for mercy... Now I know why Thanos believes that the only way to save the universe is to thin out the life in it, to eliminate conflict for resources that would otherwise lead to death and suffering... The Titan failed in his endeavor... I will not!" The Human beings are nothing but a medium of the general process of carrying out life. They do want to live in peace but want to win it over by war because ultimately victory is what brings them peace.

Humans are nothing but divided amongst the two sides of a coin, humans always had feared the unknown, they invented lamps for the fear of darkness, invented religion for the fear of death, and now this sick twisted shit.

Clone: "You don't mean...?"

Mark: "I will start with this annoying little planet… I'm gonna enjoy it. Very, very much." Although his face is covered by the mask the clone could effortlessly tell that underneath that mask was a smile that will chill anyone's blood in terror.

Clone: "Evil should expect evil from others... Huh?" The clone muttered as he quietly watched Mark disappeared in a swirl of flame.

Clone: "You people have no idea how fucked you are..." The Clone muttered while he glanced at the laughing fools, their action has brought a great calamity on them, and there will be no one to save them.

Clone: "I wonder what future holds..." He grinned darkly, the whole world is nothing but a game of balance.

There's always going to be bad in order to balance out the good. Too much of anything never turns out to be healthy. If evil is left unchecked, the balance will cease to exist. It needs correction.

-o.O.0.O.o-

The guards that are guarding the gates became alarmed when a wall of violent flame surrounded the whole facility.

Guard: "Hey, look..." In the distance, they saw a human figure with large creepy glowing red eyes stride towards them.

Guard: "That's a fucking mutant!" One of the guards warned his fellow comrades, they didn't waste another second and aimed their guns at the figure.

Guard: "You sound the fucking Alarm!" The same guard barked out, one of the men broke from the group and entered the guard post adjacent to the entrance, the guard punched a large red button mounted on a wall just beside the door.

Guard: "Aim for his legs and hands, I want that thing complete immobile... Do not kill it!" The other guards nodded positively, they turned off the safety switch of their weapons, and as they about to fire, spikes made of darkness shoots out from their shadows and pierced their limbs.

Blood escaped their mouth as they felt the spikes grew a few inches more lifting their body up from the ground, they screamed in extreme anguish and but didn't dare to jerk and thrash as it will only increase the pain, and there is a chance that their legs and hands might be permanently damaged.

They watched with terrified eyes as the mutant crossed the wall of flames without sustaining any damage, he moved forward, his gait steady and smooth.

???: "Aim for his legs and hands huh?" The man's voice was flat, no emotion could be heard in his tone.

The man slowly moved to the side of the Guard, the one who ordered to shot, the man raised his hand and grabbed their trembling and terrified comrade face with one hand.

???: "Let me give you a little lesson... To every action, there is always an equal Reaction. That's an extract of Newton's third law..." The sickening sound of flesh tearing and bone snapping echoed out as their comrades muffled screams entered their ears.

They watched in horror and as the man mercilessly heave their comrade against the spikes so hard that all his limbs tore off and fell on the ground.

Even though the Guard knew he can't escape from this fate, he latched onto the man's arm with what left of his own arms in a futile attempt to remove the appendage from his face.

???: "Pathetic!" The man snarled out coldly and then did something shocking, these men were not ready for this shit.

The man crushed their comrade's head without a once of hesitation, chunks of brain matter blow out and landed on their face and their bodies, sacring the shit out of them.

-o.O.0.O.o-

A grin appeared on death's face, he leaned back in his chair and burst out in satisfied & contented laughter.

Death: "Mr. Smith, the more you massacre, the more strong you will become... I have been waiting for this day hahaha!!" Death's eyes glowed with great satisfaction.

A/n: Hey can anyone recommend a good villain name? I am thinking of "Onslaught" maybe.