Out of The Hurricane, Into The Tsunami (part 2)

Steve whispered back to Will, "What'dya mean, oh fuck?!" Steve was quickly panicking as he saw Will hand him back the fire ax and then backed away from the door with the assault rifle pointed at the doors.

CRASH!!! a large gloved fist punched the door off of its hinges, slammed onto Steve, and threw him to the ground a few feet back. The large grey man had to kneel to exit the mansion since he was taller than the doorway. The bald grey man looked to be at least fifteen feet tall his arms were longer than the height of either Steve or Will. The trench coat it adorned had a very unique design. Not a design any ordinary person would wear. It was as if it had a tactical design to it. Steel wires restrained the lower flaps of the coat as well his shoulders. Scattered all across the coat had steel plating. On the boots and gloves it wore, as well. The collar of the coat was completely made of steel, possibly to protect its neck. The tall grey man stood straight and looked pissed. Its eyes were milky white, but the look on his face was enough to show that this creature was infuriated that someone living was inside the gym. The grey man silently snarled at the two boys.

Steve was going in and out from the whiplash of being launched ten feet backward from a door that crashed onto his face. He blinked a few times to properly focus and saw the grey man walk its way to Will who had been unloading his assault rifle onto the Tyrant. Each step the giant made practically shook the ground making a leathery and hefty thud.

Steve stood up and quickly felt dizzy. His nose was broken and blood dripped onto the wet grass. Steve remembered what his blood does now and he jumped back. He had just enough time to avoid the sparks and a quick flame spouted before it died from the wetness of the grass.

He felt a sharp pain in his left forearm. He winced from the pain and looked. His eyes widened and quickly felt very displeased at the sight of his own knife straight through his forearm. Through the tough tape and everything. He even could see the tip of the blade at the other end of his forearm.

Of course, his pistol is nowhere in sight, "What luck," Steve said with gritted teeth. He was about to pull the blade out but he stopped himself as he came up with an idea. The idea needed to wait as he needed Will alive.

Steve stood and rushed over to the Tyrant, "HEY, SHIT FACE!!" Steve shouted as he aimed his shotgun at the Tyrant with just one hand.

The tall grey man stopped chasing Will and turned to Steve. Steve aimed at the Tyrant's face and fired. With a loud boom, the shotgun fired. It was a direct hit. Right in the fuckers face. The Tyrant staggered. It took it a second to shake the pellets off of its face. It was enough time for Will as he rushed into the forest. The Tyrant rubbed his face and opened its eyes and glared at Steve, unfazed from the shotgun.

"Oh..." Steve said as he realized why Will was so scared, "...Fuck."

The Tyrant did not waste time as It started to swing its fists at Steve. Steve barely had time to dodge. Steve dove as he threw his shotgun to the side. This one moment, he needed all of the speed he could get. The Tyrant tried to hook Steve, but Steve lept further away and gained some distance.

Steve darted his way to the forest and the Tyrant followed. The tall grey man stopped the moment Steve entered the forest. It then outstretched its arm in attempts to grab Steve. Steve just backed off further into the woods. The Tyrant growled and gave up.

Steve took a moment and was confused. Why did the Tyrant stop there? What had made the Tyrant think that could not go any further?

Steve then noticed that the Tyrant was kneeling and had to crawl backwards to be able to stand straight. Steve looked at the roof and realized. This Tyrant cannot go any further because the environment doesn't allow him. He is too tall. Steve almost found it funny how quickly the Tyrant just gave up. The roof was higher near the mansion but was lower in the forest to keep the trees healthy. The trees are not as tall as him and are too cluttered for the Tyrant to traverse through. The forest was a safe zone from the Tyrant.

Steve Stood there realized he could have time to strategize. The moment the adrenaline left him he felt agonizing pain from the knife through his forearm. Steve gritted his teeth and tore his sweater, and made a tourniquet around his elbow, to prevent blood to drip past the blade. His arm catching fire would be very inconvenient at a time like then.

Will rushed over and saw Steve, "Woah! Your arm!" Will pointed as he looked a bit shocked.

"Ya..." Steve spoke with a grunted groan in his tone, "I'm aware of it. I have an Idea, but I need this big guy distracted," Steve looked at the knife and then at Will, Who glared at Steve with anger and confusion.

Will shook his head, "I'm not fighting a fucking Tyrant, kid. Why aren't you backing out? Look at yourself, Steve!" Steve glanced at himself for a brief second as Will continued, "You've exhausted yourself... You need to call it quits here, or you're going to die."

Steve turned to Face the Tyrant who simply stood there as it glared at the two men, "That doesn't matter," Steve spoke softly as he really did start to feel his exhaustion hit him hard, "I have to protect my friends from the B.S.A.A. and make sure that-"

Will shouted at steve, interrupting Steve, as he found this argument pointless, "The B.S.A.A. has people for this exact problem! Let them deal with it when they get here!" I mean, why are you so eager to kill every monster here?!"

Steve spoke softly as he focused on thinking of a plan to kill, "If anyone of the B.S.A.A. got injured or died while attempting to arrest us, they would pin it on us and we would be in deeper shit than what we're already in."

Will gave a scoff as he just tried to find an argument Steve could not retort to, "You've already helped plenty. After killing everything on the fifth level, nobody would blame you if you stopped here."

"You're wrong..." Steve said boldly as he lowered his head, "I would blame myself if I didn't keep on going."

Will groaned and shouted at him once again, "Why would you-"

"BECAUSE!! I wouldn't know how to live with myself if I didn't do everything I can to protect the people who kept me alive!" Steve turned and glared at will as he fought back at the man, "I get It! You can go to the bottom floor with everyone else, but I HAVE to do this! Whether it kills me or not... Even if it means I can't keep a promise," Steve pointed at himself, "I am just a B.O.W. A freak, a demon, whatever you want to call it. They are still alive and human, They still have a life to live."

Will gave a dramatic sigh to Steve. The man could not exactly put himself in Steve's shoes. It is practically impossible to be in that perspective. Steve had a pretty unique life so far. He could understand some of it, though. Steve was simply trying to repay a debt he had. Will turned to face the direction of the elevator. Steve was accurate to assume that Will just wanted this to be over. At this point, He'd rather be in a cell than to be in this man-made hell.

Steve turned to face the Tyrant once more and saw the giant man stared straight at Steve. It looked as if it was listening to their argument. It glared with hatred and anger. Steve noticed the Tyrant was frustrated that it could not kill Steve and Will. The damn giant would huff in frustration, like a child.