Chaotic Destroyer

Samantha had fallen asleep. She was breathing softly, her face turned to the opposite wall.

He also took his mother's wedding ring from the pocket of his school trousers for good luck then, careful not to wake Samantha up, he sneaked out by tiptoe.

As soon as he reached downstairs, he headed for the kitchen.

'I have to leave for a while Miriam,' he told her while opening the door of the refrigerator. He took out a big red apple and a banana.

'What about breakfast, sir?' she asked him, her expression and tone both worried.

'I have a guest…serve her…she's still asleep in my room,' he instructed her as he wolfed down the banana at the same time, 'her name is Samantha.' He was now working on the apple now. 'Tell her I had to run a quick errand.' The apple was now half eaten.

She nodded obediently.

He finished the rest of the apple and he threw the pulp in a dustbin in the corner of the kitchen. He marched out of the kitchen and stepped out of the house. The sun was now high up in the sky, right in the middle of a clear blue sky. Brendan had his backpack on his back, supporting it with one shoulder. He had not even the slightest clue of what he was doing. Did he even possess enough strength to scratch the B.T or even the Finch?

He glanced sideways to see if anyone was looking his way then he zoomed out with his heightened speed in the direction of the highway behind the court house where the B.T supposedly was, putting on his gear at the same time, unworried because he knew no one could trace his movements at that speed.

When Brendan finally got there, there was nothing breathing or moving in sight. Not a single soul; only silence. But not the silence of peace, but that silence that comes after a great catastrophe. A graveyard silence.

The quietness of the area was the only sound he could hear on the highway. He walked slowly, checking each direction for a sign. Most buildings had been incinerated. He saw a small white flame wavering on a small brick from a building in a distance on the ground, dancing as if to a dying beat. This was the fire the B.T had been throwing from its hands.

He walked over to the flame and he bent over to get a closer look. He put his hand through the flame and the fire instantly licked up and burnt through his leather glove all the way to his skin. The pain was heart-stopping. He quickly pulled away his hand from the fire but his glove and hand were not so lucky. His glove had been burnt to nothing and his skin was flushing from the burn. As he soothed his hand, he heard a yell from not too far off.

He cautiously followed the sound of the shout, tiptoeing like a burglar in a cartoon. He could not afford to be reckless. He heard a wheezing sound from behind a half destroyed building off the highway. He walked over and slowly and watchfully peeked behind it. And That is when he saw it. The Bradwield Terror.

This creature was much bigger than Anvil, and its appearance was much more terrifying than it was on TV. It held a woman by her throat, firmly against a wall, stroking her right cheek with its grotesque fingers.

The woman held her gaze away from its face. It breathed with its mouth open and at each breath, smoke came from its mouth.

'Hey!' Brendan went for its attention, revealing himself from his hiding spot.

The B.T turned its head violently to where this shout had come from. Its blood-red pupils came to rest on Brendan. It grinned and dropped the woman who fell with a heavy thud on her hands and buttocks.

She was breathing heavily in panic and sweat drenched her face. She took one long look at Brendan then the B.T as if she was comparing the two with her eyes to decide who was less evil and then she quickly got up and ran for her life.

'So…the mouse has finally come out to play,' it laughed, releasing a large amount of smoke at the same time.

'The mouse isn't here to play but to put the cat on a new diet. I hope you enjoyed your kills because those were your last.'

It dragged its bare feet, moving closer and closer to him. It shook its head, 'You're mistaken. Once I'm done with you, I'll go for the Finch and then I shall have the whole world at my mercy.'

'I've never met anyone so arrogant and proud, but then of course; pride always comes before a fall, doesn't it?'

It gave a hoarse laugh accompanied by smoke, 'Do you know what I am?'

'Of course I do,' Brendan replied. 'You're an experiment; a combination of two Rampants.'

'That's where you're wrong, Anonymous. All the other Supremes have levels or stages of authority and power. Girols have soldiers and workers, kings and queens; the kings and soldiers being the strongest. Phantoms have Banshees and Demons; the Demons being the strongest. Canines have the Rabies stage which is their strongest.' It moved closer to him and stopped within a seven foot distance, 'But the Destroyers..,' it chuckled, 'Trolls are the weakest, possessing superhuman strength. We have Rampants; those that can create ice only and those that can create fire and electricity…but there's one born of two Rampants that can create and combine all three. This is neither a Troll nor a Rampant, but a Chaotic Destroyer.'

'Chaotic?'

'Yes, I know, I know…You didn't know this. You have obviously read the book on Supremes boycotted by the mayor. David Bradwield and Kennan Rodgers were definitely delusional. You could never expect a dog to know much about people, just like you could never expect humans to know much about us, to know of our secrets. And thanks to the Finch and Grenobe…'

'Grenobe?'

'It's the potion the Finch gave us.'

'I can tell that Flicker is in control of that body,' Brendan said matter-of-factly.

'Good guess. Only the strongest can possess total control of the body and mind, so as for Black Ice…' It rolled its squinting eyes into the sky. 'His soul is trapped at the back of my mind,' it tapped the back of its skull. 'The bad news is that the powers are rebelliously unstable, that's why I'm always in the albino-effect and my skin is in this repulsive color; that's the only explanation. But the good news is that I am much stronger than a Versatile. Once I'm done with you, I shall go after the Finch.'

'Let's not dawdle and get this over with, shall we?' Brendan said now standing in a fighting stance.

'I thought you might never ask,' it too clenched its fists.