11 Finish

After two days, Mexico released news that the person who assassinated the three presidential candidates and failed to assassinate the fourth one was an American terrorist named Clarke Sullivan. A lot of people in the underground business were impressed by the newcomer. To actually be a threat to the US that they put a picture on every airport, police station and any place people would see and still get the guts to go to another country and poke it in the ass! News Stations in both countries were already airing her atrocities and one of them made it possible that there would never be a large leisure gathering in the country till she was caught.

In the internet, many celebrities were already shit talking her because concerts, one of their major source of income, were cancelled. Any leisure activity that involved more than fifty people in the open was deemed illegal and the American internet was in an uproar. So, when the Americans heard about her adventures in Mexico, they urged the country do its best to apprehend her but she had already got out of the country by ship heading to Germany.

Juan was taking this chance fully, admonishing her with all types of colourful words but the one she could recognize was Gringo which Mexicans use to call Americans. She was quite regretful of allowing him to use her as a campaigning tool. Any other candidate that tried to run was overwhelmed by hate mail, E-mails and tweets if they tried to use her as a spark to start their campaign so it was no surprise when Juan won the elections.

But, with his new seat, he became aware that he had just sent a cold blooded agent of death to an auction that is about to sell a biological weapon! He shivered in fear when he thought of what he would do and for once in his life actually prayed the American president would build the damn wall...He was even willing to pay for it and give out labour! Immediately, he banned all flights from America, even if a Mexican citizen was the coming back!

Clarke reached Germany in two months since she get on the ship and she was aware of the fading time. She stole herself a car and drove to Berlin after having a refreshing bath. Making sure she never broke any laws to have her pulled over or be considered suspicious, she arrived in Berlin after a whole day of travel.

The first place she went was the auction site. The bidden building was already packed and she knew she was just in time, thank fully. So, giving out her card and password, she got into the place. She was handed a black robe, gloves and a mask, obviously to hide her identity and she graciously took them. Afterwards, she was ushered to the auction room where she found she was among the last people to arrive. Four hours of waiting and the last person finally arrived. The building was locked down and the auction began.

Clarke saw something she never thought was still going one, slavery! Human trafficking was just a fancy word of saying slavery as far as she thought. There were Indian girls, African girls, Chinese girls, British girls, American girls, Russian girls and many more. One thing they had in common was that they were all in their teens and very beautiful. Obviously, perverts, men and women alike bought them for steep prices.

Then came the sale of weapons. First item was actually a sword which she bought immediately. With what money? Juan gave it to him (A/N: Please, just roll with it.) and she smiled maniacally when she received the sword but noone noticed. Some were even giving her a pitying look. Clarke made sure she got a seat at the front and with the sword by her side, she was contented the biological weapon was hers.

"The second last item on the agenda, a new virus created by North Korea," the auctioneer said. "Through our sources, we have come to know how it works. It is highly infectious from just a single breath to skin to skin contact, exchange of bodily fluids. It's highly lethal with a short incubation stage of two days! Death occurs just one and a half weeks after end of incubation.

"Symptoms include high fever, diarrhoea, coughing, excessive sweating and during the last stage, boils will fester then burst after half a day. These symptoms will be felt after six days of leaving incubation period. In short, this is a virus that is built to kill. Of course, the cure to the virus has been made and has already been tested out; it will cost extra for the buyer who wants it. Now, let's start with fifty million US dollars!" Immediately, bids after bids started been thrown out while Clarke was deep in her mind.

'This virus is perfect! It will spread fast with symptoms showing five days after incubation! But, skin to skin contact, coughing, sweat...The person who made this virus was intending for it to spread and kill people. With the cure already made, it might be stopped but by then it will have made her point clear that she wasn't fucking around. So, she got up from her seat and calmly walked to the stage.

"Ma'am, please get off the stage before you are killed!" a guard warned her. Clarke snarled from that threat then unsheathed her sword. When the guards so this, they took it as a threat and we're about to take out their guns. But, none of them realized just how fast Clarke was. Her reflexes, agility and speed had been enhanced two times to a point they became superhuman! In just a second, she had slashed their heads off and two seconds later, she was standing in front of the auctioneer, the sword in her hand already in his throat. The place got deathly quiet as she took the vial of the virus from the dying man's hand then turned to the audience.

"I want it to be known who it is that's going to cause this world to despair," she said then removed her mask slowly and dramatically.

"Clarke Sullivan!" someone gasped.

"Exactly. To any spies in the building, if you do survive what's coming next you are free to tell your government what it is you witnessed here," Clarke said then took out the sword from the corpse of the man.

Without even waiting for any replies or promises, Clarke dove into the crowd like a demon among sheep. Her sword was sending blood and body parts all over while she pursued the fleeing people with the tenacity of a pitbull from hell. Some of them did put on some resistance but photographic reflexes was not a joke! In a few seconds, their styles were used against them by a stronger and faster killer. In just thirty minutes, the place was devoid of guards or buyers. The sword in her hand was dripping of blood while her whole body was covered with it. Her left hand's fist was already dripping of brain matter of the last guy she had punched. She looked at all of the corpses with no reaction whatsoever before looking at her sword which was still as sharp as ever.

"Good sword," she told herself as she wiped the blood off the blade with a relatively clean piece of cloth. She went to the exit where a number of bodies had accumulated, the runners, but the door was locked and they had no key. He simply gave it a kick and it was sent flying away. Taking a car key from the bunch, she went to the parking lot.

Three days later, she landed the stolen private jet in Dubai or rather parachuted out while the plane crash landed. Now in the city, she targeted a popular water company and in the dead of the night, she poured the virus inside a water cleaning tank. Now, it was all a matter of waiting.

Soon, she started hearing about the spread of a new disease in Dubai. The countries that were none the wiser did not take it seriously but then it became a full blown pandemic all over the world. Apparently, no spies survived her massacre and now the superpowers were flying in blank. In just a month, thousands were dying all over the world! Soon, it turned to tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands and millions! Seventy percent of the human population was killed in just an year before they began using caution. Gloves everywhere, no skin to skin touch, no eating at a restaurant or even take out! With this, the remaining humans survived and with them, Clarke Sullivan. One of the super soldier serum's effect was immunity to diseases and poisons.

"You actually killed off seventy percent of the human population and not with your power but by a weapon made by the humans themselves!" She was back in the white space in front of the man. "That was unique, very well done. You took a route I didn't see before and so, you get to choose two rewards."

"I already have the first reward in mind. The healing ability of Lobo," she answered almost immediately. "Second reward, I want Thor's hammer. I don't want the Marvel kind but the mythology one but with an exception that only I can lift it."

"Alright then. Thanks to these two rewards I already know how to make sure you do not spoil my fun. Now, off to your first fictional world and good luck."