A Monster Reborn in Sand and Blood

Stepping through the portal, the first thing that Hunter noticed was sand. It was everywhere, like a never-ending beach with no water. The sun in the sky was already starting to set, but the way it heated up the desert was still visible. Hunter however didn't feel the heat one bit and was perfectly fine.

'A desert really…I mean it could be worse or better.' Thinking about exiting right by the people who killed him and his parents, Hunter's mind grew crazed with bloodlust.

However, when thinking about his death and his parents, Hunter suddenly felt the return of the empty feeling that was soul crushing.

'Who am I without them…without myself…am I even alive…is Hunter Wolff even still a person…or is he…am I…dead…I died…not alive.' Hunter's mind was collapsing under the idea of if he was dead or alive or if he even really existed. The parts of his mind that were repairing started to split again and break under the pressure.

Starting to walk along in thought, Hunter lumbered along the landscape with no destination in mind. Each one of his footfalls left an imprint that would quickly be wiped clean by the wind and sand.

'If Hunter is dead…then who am I…his ghost…him reborn…but I died…he died…they killed me…him…all that's left is this hate…hate…rage…wrath…guilt…guilt.' Gritting his teeth, Hunter screamed out into the air like a madman or a wailing ghost. All his pain filtered into his voice, yet no matter how much he screamed it never left.

It was as if he had a unending supply of wrath and despair that couldn't disappear and only continued to fester and grow. He needed to do something, to kill something, to get revenge on those who wronged him, his family and anyone who didn't deserve the despair that he felt.

'How can I be Hunter still, when I feel this way…I died...he died…what am I now then…no one…vengeance…justice…revenge…what will I...be to them…enemy…killer…judge, jury…executioner…all of the above…their nemesis…nemesis…born to get vengeance on all the people who wronged innocent people. Nemesis.'

At this moment, Hunter was officially dead in his mind and all that was left was Nemesis. He wasn't a god, but he was reborn to exact vengeance on all those who wronged innocent people, who wronged his past self and his family.

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Wandering the desert, Nemesis didn't know exactly where to look, but he figured he should find people at some point. There wasn't enough information on the Earth he was sent to, to really get a feel for what he would encounter.

He hadn't used any of his abilities yet, since he was still getting used to the idea of having them and just Revenant's crouching speed boost was already crazy enough for him to try and wrap his head around.

It was even crazier when he approached a steep sand dune and out of curiosity tried to climb it, only to ascend up it like it was nothing.

Spending his time mainly debating which ability to use first, Nemesis crested a sand dune and instantly something stuck out to him. Mixed within the sand that was rapidly becoming a normal sight for Nemesis, was dark red tire tracks that seemed to glow among the sand.

Jogging over to them out of curiosity, Nemesis was about a foot away from the trail, when information about what they were from popped up.

Vehicle- lightweight technical

Occupants- four

Association-Taliban

Passed Time-8 hours 42 minutes 21 seconds

'Maybe something…someone…I can kill…please be…I need to quench the thirst…blood…' Almost as if he was a rabid dog let off a leash, Nemesis bolted after the tracks in the direction they were headed.

'Not fast enough…need to be quicker…faster…' Willing it with his mind, a dialysis machine the same color as his suit formed on his back and started to filter his blood. At the same time a stim icon appeared in his HUD and desiring to use one, a stim needle extended out of his palm.

Before even being able to use the stim it already had finished its cooldown. Using the information from the knowledge that was injected into his head, Nemesis jammed the needle into his chest and all of the liquid inside the syringe entered his body.

Instantly feeling the effects, his mind expanded briefly as he sped up and moved even faster than he was previously. Noticing that his health dropped by 20 points, he watched as within less than seven seconds he was already full again. What was amazing to Nemesis was that he still had just a little over 5 seconds left on his current stim still.

'Awesome…so quick…tick,tick,tick.' After the stim was over, it absorbed right into his suit and a new one formed out of his palm. Sticking himself with a new one, Nemesis continued tracking the trail morbidly excited about what he might find.

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Night slowly came and his first day in the desert was officially over. As the temperature dropped small critters of various sizes came up and some of them glowed slightly red in his vision, however Nemesis barely paid any attention to them other than being happy that he finally saw some animals.

The time between when the tracks were made and when Nemesis found them was becoming less and less, which gave him the idea that they were traveling at a steady pace and weren't in a hurry.

'They don't know it…already dead…they really don't know it.' Laughing to himself, it progressively got louder and louder until his laugh rang about the area around him.

6 hours ago, Nemesis continued to move, not letting up once, 5 hours ago, his excitement grew. 4 hours ago, 3 hours ago, 2 hours ago, 1 hour ago, the timer continued to go down and down and it was eight at night by the time he reached the area where they were.

Coming upon a hill, he could see red footprints scattered around heading in multiple different directions. Approaching one set of footprints, he scanned them to see what it would say for a person.

Name: Faridun Korai

Age: 23

Occupation: Militant

Association: Taliban

Sins: 2 executions of innocents, one stoning

Passed Time:2 hours 15 minutes 21 seconds

'Execution…Execution…exe…cution…innocents…innocent…dead…two…parents…kids…siblings…lovers…undeserving…undeserving…they were undeserving…he's deserving to be dead.'

Nemesis committed the man's name to his mind and moved onto another trail.

Name: Arman Gurmani

Age: 18

Occupation: Recruit

Association: Taliban

Sins: Extremely willing to kill for his ideas

Passed Time: 2 hours 15 minutes 23 seconds

'Does he deserve to die…he is willing…should I.' Nemesis was unsure if it was right to kill someone who hadn't committed a crime yet.

Kill him.

A voice from the void rang out in his mind and instantly locked in the man's death sentence.

Continuing to scan all the tracks while silently thinking over who should die, Nemesis found 16 tracks and out of them only two might not deserve to die in his mind.

'Why…so many…why…why are people like this…why…' Despite feeling extreme hatred for most of them, he also felt despair at the fact, so many people were willing to do or had done such horrible things to people who were undeserving of death.

'I'll avenge you…I'll give you justice…revenge…They'll pay…and the ones who live will realize that In MY Grace All Roads End Here for the Wicked. Everything will be in MY name…not some deity those wicked men or any other vile person worship.'

Starting to move again, Nemesis decided to try out his first ultimate ability. Focusing in on himself, it was almost as if a switch was flipped, and he entered Ultimate Hunter mode.

Everything around him turned gray and all of the footprints became even more noticeable. Nemesis was enthralled when he saw that the passed time for the footprints increased by a large margin and he was seeing tracks days into the past. However, it seemed as if the people here hadn't left in a while and the truck was a new group joining the original.

'Focus..Focus…Focus..' Snapping out of it, Nemesis started to move forward and prowl in the direction of the footprints. Despite the massive amount of them in the area, they all lead towards a specific direction, which made Nemesis guess that it meant the people were on patrol and went back and forth.

Crossing another ridge, he heard some people speaking in the distance in another language and Nemesis instantly went into stalking mode. Crouching down, he crept along the dunes until he saw the vague illumination and smoke rising above a hill.

'Found you…Found you, found you…Can't hide from me.'

Climbing towards the top of the hill, he heard two people speaking and the closer he got, the louder they sounded.

'Two little birds up in their nest…I wonder who you are.'

Using Revenant's climbing ability, Nemesis was able to maneuver up a part of the hill that nobody normally could without making sound, allowing him to approach completely silent.

Peaking at the top, there wasn't much for him to see other than two guys in robes with turbans carrying rifles of some kind. Staring at one of the men, Nemesis read over the scan that was given of the man.

Name: Wakdar Dawar

Age: 25

Occupation: Militant

Association: Taliban

Sins: 4 executions of innocents, Domestic Abuse, 2 Rapes, 2 honor killings

'Honor killings…what is that…doesn't sound good if it shows up...bad man…horrible man…vile man…dead man….very dead man…will die a horrible death…how about your little compatriot.'

Name: Zarlesh Maan

Age: 17

Occupation: Recruit

Association: Taliban

Sins: Is willing to kill for the cause

'Oooh we'll see with you…maybe what's going to happen will change your mind...' Thinking to himself, Nemesis equipped Bloodhound's heirloom and it extended out of his palm.

Turning the sharp side away, he crept up behind them as they stared out into the night most likely keeping watch. Coming right up to both their ears, Nemesis was laughing internally.

"Boo." Both barely had time to react, as Nemesis knocked out one of them by hitting them with the back of the ax and the other, he grabbed and pulled into a tight headlock.

Zarlesh was the young man he had in a chokehold and the boy only a year older than him struggled to break free and alert the others, but Nemesis was too strong for him.

Slowly he moved less and less until he stopped from lack of air. Grabbing both of them in each of his arms, he carried them towards the camp of militants.

*Thud*Thud*Thud* His heavy footfalls sounded out in the camp as he came down the ramp that went up to the lookout.

Doing this on purpose, he attracted the attention of the entire camp and in a flurry, a dozen or more voices sounded out as they all scrambled to their feet with a weapon.

'I can't understand you, but I like the look of you scrambling…it suits you.'

Even with 14 automatic rifles getting pointed at him, Nemesis held no fear in his heart. All he could think about was how each of these 'sinners' would suffer for what they did.

One of them started to yell at him, the same phrase over and over again, but he had no idea what the person was saying.

"It doesn't matter what you say or do…most of you are already dead." Hearing the deep robotic voice freaked all of them and the ones that understood English were even worse.

"American…American…" Some of them whispered to their friends and Nemesis overheard them.

"No!" Yelling out at all of them, they stopped talking and stared at him and a few started to press their triggers slightly even if they're friends were being held by the mysterious figure.' that's not me…anymore…not me…not me…old me…dead me…'

"I AM NEMESIS…JUDGE, JURY AND EXECUTIONER OF THE WICKED!" Tossing the men aside easily, he formed a smoke launcher on his shoulder and fired it in front of him.

As he did, all of them tried to take the opportunity to fire at him, but getting a warning from the void, Nemesis jumped to the side.

*Bwoosh* Smoke immediately filled the area and blinded all of the men. The night sky mixed with the smoke created a nightmare scenario for all of them.

*Thud*Thud*Thud One of the men heard Nemesis running and pointed his gun in the direction, firing. *Bang*bang*Bang*

"Missed me." a voice came from the opposite direction and more people started firing.

"Ahh!" One of the men screamed out as a stray bullet from someone else firing hit him in the leg causing him to almost fall on the ground.

"You better not die; it would spoil the fun." Nemesis yelled out causing the militants to fire in another direction, still missing him.

All of a sudden, a wave of dark red energy spread out throughout the smoke and continued on for a while.

'Holy shit that was more powerful than I thought it would be…it worked though…I can see all the little bugs scrambling to hurt me.' Deciding to start the next part of the fun, Nemesis chose the first person to go after and ran towards them.

"One." He yelled out and a scream came right after as Nemesis had severed the man's tendons causing him to collapse.

"Two…Three…Four…Five…Six…Seven…Eight, sorry it must feel like a double whammy for you…Nine…Ten…Eleven…Twelve…Thirteen…and for the final number…Fourteen!" Each number was accompanied by a scream and each cry of pain caused the people left to become further frightened. Also, on his HUD each scream became a notification of a knockdown.

"Oh Mr. Fourteen sorry about that…wait, what's in your hand?" Number fourteen was one of the men he was on the edge about killing but glancing down at an object in the man's hand, Nemesis was confused for only a second until he got a vague idea of what it was.

"Oh, did you call your friends…" Pausing for a second trying to be dramatic, Nemesis was about to say something when a voice from the void notified him.

Mortar fire inbound.

The fourteenth man started to laugh and yell some things in a different language, which Nemesis figured translated to 'You're screwed asshole.'

'Fuck…Fuck…Fuck..Fuck…you ruined my fun…ruined …ruined…he deserved more pain...pain…death…horrible death…they all did…' Screaming at the top of his lungs, Nemesis spawned a smoke canister from his hand and jammed it straight into the laughing man's mouth.

"Laugh at this!" Equipping an Octane jump pad, he threw it directly on top of the man's legs, crushing them beneath. This caused the man to scream out in pain and bite down on the canister, putting pressure on it.

*Bwoosh* As the smoke exploded, it split into three separate projectiles causing the man's head to rupture and bone, flesh and brain matter to fly in the air.

'holy shit… that… was… awesome.' Nemesis took a second to admire his work, before getting another notice from the void.

Leave now.

Listening to the voice, he hopped on the jump pad and was launched far into the sky and glided away from the camp. Right after he left, a series of explosions bombarded his previous location.

Glancing back, Nemesis could see dust and sand floating into the air mixing with the smoke that he used. 'Ruined…ruined…ruined, where are you?' In ultimate hunter mode, he was vaguely able to see a red trail extending off into a direction.

'You can't hide from me.' Landing on the ground, he didn't bother going back to the camp and instead stimmed and ran off towards the place where the mortars came from.

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It only took him a few minutes to reach the position from which the mortar fired from. Climbing over a hill, he came upon a tiny valley and in the middle of it, was a small crew of only four men sitting around a mortar.

'You four…you four…rodents interrupted my fun…let's see what you've done.' Noticing four pairs of footsteps at the entrance to the tiny valley, Nemesis made his way over and observed each pair.

Name: Sartor Askari

Age: 23

Occupation: Mortar Crew

Association: Taliban

Sins: 32 murders of innocent civilians through mortar fire, domestic abuse

Name: Sadin Qizilbash

Age: 26

Occupation Mortar crew

Association: Taliban

Sins:12 murders of innocent civilians through mortar fire, domestic abuse

Name: Elam Dilazak

Age: 18

Occupation: Mortar Crew

Association: Taliban

Sins: 3 murders of innocent civilians through mortar fire

Name: Amu Shirani

Age: 27

Occupation: Mortar Crew

Association: Taliban

Sins: 17 Murders of innocent civilians through mortar fire, domestic abuse

'Hurt, so many people…bad…bad…horrible…depraved…worthy of death…unworthy of life.' Nemesis was pretty sure that all those murders were racked up together, so it wasn't 64 murders, but only 32 and Sartor was just the one who'd been on the crew the longest. However, he wasn't 100% sure, so he would make their deaths as painful as 64 of them.

'You'll beg me to stop…beg me to end your insignificant little life…and I won't…well if you even can beg.' Creeping up towards the oblivious men, Nemesis used another new ability and formed a baleful looking orb from his wrist. Shooting it at the feet of the men, it exploded in between them and almost as if each of their strings were cut, they all fell to the ground.

*Thud*Thud*Thud* Walking up and in between all four downed men, he reached for the mortar and picked it up examining it.

'Worth it…maybe…no…no…never use their weapons…I'm not them. Destroy everything related to them.' Disassembling it while all of them were paralyzed on the ground, Nemesis destroyed key parts making it useless.

After finishing he tossed the destroyed parts aside and glanced around at each member of the crew. "Okay…so just to get it out of the way…I'm going to kill all of you." Knowing he wouldn't get a reaction, but they still heard him, made Nemesis chuckle slightly.

"It's just that…it won't be a pleasing experience…I know I'm sorry...Not...not at all…very bad and painful to the point you'll wish death upon yourself…then maybe a little further to where all you know is pain…then maybe a little further to where…well I don't know at that point…but you will."

Forming the heirloom, he went up to one of the sinners and crouched down beside the damned militant. "Number one…one…one this is gonna be a whole lot of fun, Sartor."

The paralyzed man didn't understand English, but he was freaked out that the mysterious figure knew his name.

"What should I do…What should I do…What should I do to hurt you." Nemesis sang out loud with a child-like voice.

'Maybe I should cut him…no…no…too quick, but what can I do? Maybe little cuts…many tiny little cuts…dozens…hundreds…thousands…could I even do that…mmm I can try.'

Bringing the heirloom close to the man's skin, he made as small of an incision as he could. "Count with me…One…Two…Three…Four…Come on why aren't you counting." The man couldn't say a thing which made Nemesis start to laugh.

"Oh, come on lighten up…Five…Six...Seven…" Continuing to count, Nemesis made incision after incision and as the minutes passed the man became covered in more and more cuts, until he was barely recognizable. His skin was covered in hundereds if not thousands of tiny cuts and was drenched in his own blood barely alive.

"Wow, you're still alive…that's awesome…I have a thought and I need you friends to watch and see if it looks cool."

Standing up, Nemesis glanced around for something to lean the men up on but saw nothing. However, the wall of the valley was at an angle, so using what he could work with, Nemesis dragged all the men over to the wall and leaned them against it.

Heading back over to the man with demolished skin, he dragged him closer to the others, so they could get a better review. This made all the cuts irritated and Sartor's pain only increased.

"Okay everyone, today were having a health lesson on how much stimulants the human body can take before dying."

Forming four stimulants in each hand, Nemesis looked down at the bloody man with zero sympathy. Deciding to make it a little fun, he disabled the paralysis specifically on the cut-riddled man.

Kicking the man slightly, he could see the man's eyes light up slightly, knowing he could move.

"Let's see if this is enough to get you moving even with the amount of damage you have." The man couldn't react in time before Nemesis slammed down the four injectors into his back.

"*Gasp*" The man seemed to get a second wind and scrambled halfway to his feet before falling to the ground shaking. Oddly enough his skin turned green, and Nemesis could see some of the stimulant leaking out of his cuts obviously being too much for his body.

"Ohh please don't turn into the hulk on me…though it would be interesting to see that happen…shit…fuck…weak ass pussy." The stimulant was obviously too much for Sartor's body and he died with bubbles of stimulant forming on his skin.

"*Gasp* He died…oh no... quick someone help him…why aren't you moving? Come… and hehe…help hehe…him." Nemesis waved his hands around faking his worry, while barely keeping it together laughing slightly.

"Tough crowd…who's next…hmm…how should I decide this time… maybe most to least kills…like a reverse ranking video…it would make sense since I killed Sartor first…okay, so that means it's your turn next…Amu."

Amu couldn't move but hearing his name and seeing what happened to Sartor caused the fear and terror in his heart to grow even more.

"Now…I haven't decided what should happen with you…I mean should I go easier on you…no…no...bad men don't deserve my mercy…only death and pain." Nemesis started to contemplate all the different ways he could hurt the man, but one idea stuck out in his head.

"I've got the perfect idea for you…Amu." Making his way over to the man, he grabbed him by his robe and dragged Amu out into the open right by Sartor.

Letting go, he proceeded to grab Sartor's corpse and throw him on top of Amu. Raising his heirloom and bringing it to Sartor's flesh, he cut holes all across the dead man's body.

After making 6 decently sized pockets on the man's body, he started to generate smoke canisters and jammed them into each of the holes filling them up. All of the men watched in awe and horror at the actions of the mysterious figure.

"Now, since you guys love explosives so much, I want to see if Mr. Askari's body here can protect you from the damage that a smoke does to a normal person's body or if they can break through him to you. Amu…you shouldn't die…I think...well the last guy's head turned into a popped balloon, so..."

Backing away from both of them, Nemesis pulled out his Wingman for the first time. "Just like a cowboy Nemesis…just like a cowboy." Taking exaggerated steps away from them, he eventually was ten steps away and abruptly turned around.

Hip firing at the canisters, he hit the first one and it immediately exploded setting all of the rest of them off.

*bwoosh*Bwoosh*Bwoosh* Smoke covered the area, concealing what happened for the two remaining militants, but Nemesis already knew what happened since he received two elimination notices.

Nemesis didn't do or say a single word and let the smoke linger until he felt the living men were at a new peak of fear. While they're terror grew, Nemesis excitement was slowly increasing to see what happened.

After eight minutes, he decided it was enough time and willed the smoke to clear. What was revealed even made Nemesis slightly uneasy.

Sartor's body was almost completely destroyed, and gore was spread all around. If you focused in closer, you could see Amu had bone and other sorts of gore sticking out of him, like a beehive with his limbs twisted in uneven ways.

"Holy shit…that's a sight to see…I love it…What do you guys think…Actually wait…I know…you don't have to tell me."

Walking up to the destroyed body of Sartor, he kicked off whatever he could and completely revealed the shredded body of Amu.

"I guess they're even more powerful than I originally thought…Old Amu's stomach looks like spaghetti and if that's the case…then would that make Sartor the meat?" Putting his hand up to his armor covered chin, Nemesis pretended to contemplate if it was true.

"Ahh whatever…now let's get on to the next one…You wanna know something Sadin and Elam… I really do appreciate you guys helping me test my abilities…So in light of that…Sadin you are the lucky goose that gets to take a trip to another dimension." Walking over to the man, he grabbed Sadin and carried him out onto what Nemesis could consider a makeshift stage.

"Okay, I'm about 15% sure this will go okay for you…actually scratch that…I don't know whatsoever…but we'll see."

Normally, Nemesis wouldn't be able to bring people into the void, unless he used a portal, but being Voidborn allowed him to bypass this restriction.

Reaching into the suit, he activated his ability and instantly he shifted into the void with Sadin behind him. The color scale of the void was odd normally and with Ultimate Hunter activated, it made the aberrant lighting even worse.

"Let's go for a run…maybe it'll make you feel better." Taking off in a sprint, Nemesis ran through the void, using a stim on himself to increase his speed. Dragging behind him was Sadin, who was having a nightmare of a time.

Being as the void was similar to space, all of the blood vessels in Sadin's skin burst and so did the one's in his eyes. Also, all the air in his lungs and intestines proceed to get sucked out of his body causing a nasty mess.

'Ten…Eleven…Twelve…let's see the prize.' Re-entering the main dimension and stopping abruptly back in the same place he left, Nemesis dropped the man he was dragging along.

"Ohh I can't wait to see…" Turning around, he gazed upon the disfigured form of Sadin. His skin and eyes were bright red and he looked barely conscious as well. Scratches also littered his skin from being dragged and the blood leaking from them seemed to have boiled slightly.

"Dammit Sadin…didn't your parents potty train you." The vacuum of the void caused all of the bodily fluids inside his intestines to shoot out making a mess.

"Just because you look, so pathetic…I'll give you a minute or two to rest, while me and Elam have a little chat."

Turning away from the shell of a man, he made his way over to the final militant and crouched down in front of the man.

"God…you guys are making me have to come up with so many ideas…I love it…It's awesome…now what do you think I should do to you…let you go…I'm really sorry to tell you this…but I can't do that…yeah I know…" Nemesis continued to talk to himself almost as if he was actually having a conversation with the man.

After a minute of contemplating, he came to a decision about what to do. "Okay, so…when I was younger…or was it when I was older…whatever…at some point in my life…I thought that maybe I could be a surgeon…since I like to think I have a steady hand…so today, Elam, you are going to be my patient."

Picking the man up, he carefully walked over to the spot next to Sadin and dropped Elam onto the ground. "Whoops I probably need to work on being gentler with patients…also maybe get a better work environment…piss, shit and blood isn't the best combo...Anyways let's get started."

Reaching down to the man, Nemesis formed his heirloom and cut the sleeves and legs off of Elam's' clothing.

"Okay…so anesthetic set…well paralytic, but close enough…" Moving over to Sadin's destroyed form, he whispered in the man's ear. "I think he's asleep so be quiet…also I need to focus."

Heading back, he crouched in front of Elam's right leg first. "So today I will be performing a quintuple amputation…" grabbing the scraps of cloth, he turned them into four tourniquets and put them around each limb, tightening them until he felt it was good.

Raising the ax in the air, Nemesis brought it down on the man's legs, only able to cut until the bone before stopping having to do another swing. Barely any blood flowed out, so Nemesis thought he did a decent job.

Bringing the ax down again, he broke through the bone and the rest of the flesh, severing the man's right leg from his body.

"One down…four to go…" Moving to the next limb, he raised the ax, but stopped himself thinking about something.

'What if I created a portal and used it to sever his leg, like in that one movie I watched…a…Doctor something…whatever…the idea still works…maybe.' reaching into the suit, thinking about creating a portal, he hovered it over Elam's left leg and activated it.

*Boom* The portal made an explosive noise as it came into existence and right after it did, Nemesis got rid of it. Glancing down, excitement filled his veins at seeing the leg in two pieces and the middle part where the portal was, was missing.

'Where'd you go though…probably here.' Shifting between dimensions quickly, he discovered the severed piece of flesh in the void, however it was very quickly being transformed by the environment.

Shifting again, he was back and already moving to the next limb. Repeating the same process, he removed both arms and almost completed his work.

"Now, I'm sorry to tell you this…Mr. Qizilbash, but you have cancer in your head and neck, so I'm going to need to remove it…like all of it…" Nemesis said while motioning with his hands at Elam.

Hovering the non-existent portal over Elam's neck, he positioned it to where he wanted and activated it. *Boom* Instantly Elam's head was severed from his body and blood started to shoot out of his neck.

"Oh no he's losing blood…quick do something Sadin…Sadin…move let's get going…we've got a code red…I mean there's a whole lot of red…I mean blood…yeah you know."

The elimination message popped up on his HUD and Nemesis instantly stopped acting panicked.

"Damn we lost him…nice…So now it's just you and me Sadin…what should I do with you…god you look awful…all red and shit…literally shit is on you, so yeah."

Standing there in silence for a minute, Nemesis contemplated what would be the best way to dispatch the militant. Nemesis had an epiphany all of a sudden and loved the idea that came to his mind.

"Hey Sadin, since you were already so gracious to help me test my theory…why don't you do it some more…I need to make sure if certain…modes of transport are safe for normal people."

Equipping a bounce pad, Nemesis tossed it down, right next to him and Sadin. Grabbing Sadin by the back of his robe, he did a quick throwing motion and tossed the damaged man onto the bounce pad.

Sadin instantly launched into the air off over the valley wall and spun like a ragdoll uncontrollably. Halfway through the air, Nemesis gave the man the freedom to move again and watched as he started to flail around while yelling.

"Come on Sadin, double jump…Double…shit." Nemesis yelled out, but the falling man couldn't do anything. Crossing over the ridge, Nemesis couldn't see exactly what happened, but he had a pretty good idea.

"Ahhhh…*Crack*." Hitting the ground, Sadin's arms bent in an unnatural way and one of them snapped, causing the bone to poke through the skin. He also smashed his face into the ground causing some teeth to fall out. Rolling a few times, he came to a stop and was motionless.

Climbing the wall and heading over to the broken man, Nemesis crouched down beside Sadin. "I know you're still alive Sadin…though I think you won't be writing for a while or smiling…anyways time to take a trip in the void again…this time it might be a little less painful."

Equipping a portal, Nemesis took a few steps back from Sadin, then activated a portal and ran towards the valley wall and came back inside. Finishing the portal, he hopped in it and almost instantly moved from one place to the other.

'That was quick…very quick…maybe I should make pathways…or something to that effect.' Putting the thought off for a few moments, Nemesis peered down at the broken Sadin and grabbed the man again by the back of his robe.

"I might see you alive again in a second…I might see you dead in a second, but either way you will have had some use…however if you are alive…I'll put you out of your misery maybe."

Swinging his arm, Nemesis threw Sadin through the portal and hopped in after. Barely being able to see it, he saw Sadin moving through the portal, but way slower than he did. It was almost as if he was accessing an even higher dimension within the void to move extremely fast.

Popping out the other side, he moved so he didn't have the disgusting shell of a man landing on him.

*Poof* Sadin appeared out of the portal and fell to the ground in a heap, but alive. "Thanks for being so helpful Sadin…Dragging this out was fun, but I think you've done enough."

Forming his heirloom, Nemesis swung it down on Sadin's head and chopped it off in one swing. Reaching down, he grabbed the severed head and stepped over to Emal's severed head and put them together.

Heading over to the mess that was Sartor and Amu, he couldn't find Sartor's head, but Amu's was there, so swinging the ax again he chopped off another head.

Putting them all together, he reached over for some of the broken parts of the mortar and impaled them in the ground creating three pike like structures. Grabbing each head, he stuck one head on each of the pikes.

"Well boys…it was nice meeting you…I hope you'll pass this message on to your friends when they find you...if they do...hopefully."

Using the ax, on the Amu's head he wrote 'In My grace', on Emal's he wrote 'All Roads End Here' and on Sadin's he wrote 'For the Wicked'. Feeling good with what he wrote, Nemesis walked over to the demolished corpse of Sartor and grabbed what he could and threw it all by the heads making the scene even more gory than it already was.

Finishing up his masterpiece, Nemesis stepped back into the portal and appeared outside the valley. Closing the portal behind him, Nemesis walked back into the desert, ready to find new sinners to punish.