The girl who invited a grim fate

The great destroyer warship at the face of the Cruise. They warned the Captain to cease the ship's voyage. As the crew members did so...

People in black came rushing over the Oasis Cruise, having the deck officers on gunpoint, and every other human that comes into view. Seizing their freedom, holding them captive.

Their demand was only one; they wanted a specific woman.

(The Cruise at 05:36 PM)

The supervisors and deck officers begged for the passengers and their life to be spared. Countless of ripping cries out the victims lips. But, the predators were not here to be soft hearted and symphatize.

The best they know; is to kill or to be killed.

They have yet to find the person they need. They had families, and tonight's the new year. Mission calls first, they were all but doing their job.

All else aside, they were the kinds to decide their own fate. This day they had resolved, they would celebrate the beginning of the new year alongside their comrades, bathing with blood of not their own, but of their prey.

The deck officers would have handed her over to them the second they realise, she; who brought death upon them was on this very Cruise as a passenger. The assailants did not know how the person they wanted looked like. Neither, did they have any picture of the said her. The only information they had was of her name.

"We told you!! There is no one named Neva here!" The Captain of the ship exclaims, knelt down on the floor, arms raised as a gesture of him surrendering to the ones, who held guns on their head.

BANG!!!

BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!

Frightening numbers of assault rifles fires in the air, the howling wind of the Ocean dulls, the waves of the Ocean drowns. The passengers drops down dead, blood pooling out their heads. The ones, who were knelt down to the ground.

The deck floods in blood...As the eyes of the Captain enlarges in horror. There were four thousand passengers gathered on the main deck of the ship. They had just, mercilessly killed hundreds of them.

Two thousand of the passengers were inside specific areas, held hostage on the rooms, crew members—on their work area.

Have they seen Neva Evara Noe? No, they had not heard of that name, nor did they know how she looked like.

"Reveal the truth! Or your people die...Every. Five. Seconds." He cruelly hisses, trudging towards the Captain. He stands before the kneeling man, a revolver in his hand. He shoves the tip of the weapon under the Captain's chin, getting him to raise his chin, so the eyes could meet his own.

Huston; he was the Boss and the only one who could recognise Neva.

He scanned the face of all the four thousand civilians, one-after-another. They have been here for an hour and thirty-two minutes. Eighty three minutes, gone, scrutinizing faces.

"I beg you, we don't have her. There are two thousand civilians left on the ship, please take a look at them." Droplets of tears streams down the brave Captain. They were madman, they could've just examined the remaining citizens on the ship, rather than killing the innocents.

"He's right Boss. Perhaps she's among the rest hiding herself." The man named John, who had the upperhand second to Huston states his thoughts.

"Five seconds past, gun down, further hundred of them." Huston declares, he turns around to leave and look for her. Terror bursting screams fills the cruise—as Huston's orders gets received.

The horrible rumbling noises of the gun resounds around the ocean, they massacre the blameless as if, they were some harmful bugs. Partway of the cries numbs, hundred of them murdered ruthlessly.

The deceased drops to the ground, eyes wide open—drowning in their own blood.

The cries and horror filled screams of the living does not cease.

Bang!!!

He fires in the air.

"Shut Your Mouth!!" John roars out at the terrified people.

Most of them quiets down, and it makes the little sobs more discernible. He glances behind him and at a distance, surrounded by scared adults and eerie corpse; cupping his ears, he grieves.

John squints his eyes at the source he finds abominable.

The four year old's mother, embraces him tightly, attempting to soothe his cries.

"Please please stop baby, don't cry, don't cry." She whispers to her child. But he's just a child, the innocent eyes had just enfolded hell. He sobs...having it hard to breathe.

The deathly boots clicking the floor approaches the mother and son, everyone holds their breath, awaiting disaster, shivering and trembling in fear. She hugs the child closer to her chest, curled up on the cold surface of the deck.

"Don't please! Don't he's just a child." The Captain pleads.

John turns his head to glance at him, and with a smirk.

Bang!!!

He spikes her head with the pistol, penetrating a bullet into the mother's skull.

Her hold on her son loosens, she lies head down on the floor. The boy's eyes enlarges in terror.

"Mommy..." He murmers, his trembling hands gently caresses her hair.

"Your mother is dead because of you."

John smugly smiles.

The child cries so heart drenchingly loud.

John covers his ears, his nose flares in anger. He points the gun to shoot at the child, as the beholder of the tragedy, closes their eyes in sympathy. Were there even any space on their heart for sympathy? Since, fear had engulfed all of the senses...

John's index finger, a millisecond away to pull the trigger at the motherless child.

Bang!!!

He falls on the ground; limp. Blood oozing out his head. Gasps surrounds the ship.

The savages in black stands alert, frantically looking around. Their leader, John has just been killed.

Rhett, on the fourth deck of the floor, a machine gun in his hands, jagged at the savages, focuses his vision.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!!!!!

He thunders down fires of bullets, beyond sparing a breath, forebidding sparing them a chance to fight back or locate him at all; brutally killing all the evil with weapons present.

Riving screams of panics pierces the air, overwhelming the ocean. They cover their head, in an attempt to feel a vague secure, crouching down on the floor.

Rumbling of running footsteps approaching makes Rhett to cease his game with the barbarous downfloor. Having killed almost every of them, in mere two minutes with his machine gun.

There were five hundred of intruders and more. He had just murdered two hundred of them. The remaining hundreds, spread about on the cruise, holding the civilians captive on significant areas.

Hundreds of backup remained on the warship. They would attack, if the need of reinforce arises.

Rhett hides himself on the wall beside the glassed window, as the loud noises of steps nears. They were just swarming in through the door of the room he was the closest to. Rhett positions the weapon, it's best angle to get them all, he rumbles out bullets, fiercely gunning down all of them.

Swarm of rougues flocks in through the hallway. The members rushes up the fourth floor to intersect with the guys, as they attempt to hunt down this terror of a Man.

Rhett nears the entrance of the room, having to walk over the death corpses sprawled on the ground. He switches between surpressing himself, and firing at them.

Unless you are a step ahead of your foe; You Die.

Clever ones, had hidden themselves in the horizontal rooms. The people carelessly fires at Rhett, standing on the hallway, with no thoughts of sheltering from his insaneness, they had not taken him seriously. Formidable, but not impossible count of time to take him down.

They had taken his bullets. Cold, blood gushing out their mouth, they bath in their own blood, not of their preys. Their resolve have failed them, they blundered in creating their own fate and destiny.