The Oath

Meanwhile, deep inside the construction site in the basement.

Was a room with its walls lined with computers and servers, generating a lot of humming and beeping noise. In this room, there was a man well tailored suit his name was Raza he was the person in charge.

There was also a wheelchair bound man who was currently typing a long list of code into a laptop.

Other than these two, there were three armed individuals in the room. They appeared to be guards.

And finally, and most importantly, in this room, the president of the United States could be seen kneeing in front of a camera in a sorry but unyielding state. They day had taken its toll.

The person in wheelchair signalled to Raza that he was done. He had somehow connected to servers across the globe and was now broadcasting the footage from the camera worldwide.

Raza excitedly takes off his suit, and throws is over a nearby table.

"We are live."

Raza gets the go-ahead. He was ecstatic. He had waited for this day for years. Finally, pay back. He approaches the president in close and whispers loudly.

"Say hello, Mr. President."

Raza then delivers a punch to the president's face. Causing the president to recoil and grunt.

Now, this is being broadcast on all major channels across the world. Everyone halts their steps and trun their attention to the closest monitor. Some watched with curiosity others with rage and anger.

This matter was incredibly serious. One of the major leaders of the free world was being shown in such a sorry state.

"Any last word?" Raza taunts.

"I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of the President of the United States-

Raza punches him in the face again. He had put all his strength into the punch. The President groans but refuses to yield.

Everyone watching has a mixed reaction. Some boiled with rage, others holding back tears and comforting each other.

Despite the situation, the president still continues.

"The United States and will to the best of my ability preserve, protect and defend -

Again, Raza cuts him short with a punch to the face.

This time however it was different he did not want to continue this anymore. He went over to an income pillar nearby and slowly started pulling the sabre on it. Sliding it on the concrete, creating a slithering sound.

He then rests the sabre on the shoulder of the president, aiming the shape outer side at his neck. Slowly, he circles the president. His arm trembling but not from fear, but from excitement.

Finally, he stops at the side of the president. Facing the entrance and the president with his back to the camera. The president's body was still in plain view.

Slowly, he raises he sabre. The President's spirit still unyielding and firm. His back straight, no fear in sight.

People the world over held their breaths, scared of what they knew was about to happen. Some shied away, and others looked on with hopeful eyes that someone somewhere would save him.

Raza pulled his sword back a bit to go for a clear cut.

As his hand descended.

*BANG*

A gunshot was heard, and the sabre in Raza hand was dropped as a red bleeding bullet sized hole appeared in the palm of his hand.

"AAAHHHH" Raza screamed, clutching his hand. His blood dripped on the floor.

The guards in the room finally reacted. They reached for their guns, but before they could even touch their weapons.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

Shots were heard again. The guards all fell. Believed to be dead.

Those watching were excited yet confused. Everything happened so suddenly. One moment, the president was about to die. The next, they heard gun shots and bodies start dropping.

No matter who they were or whom they were rooting for. Everyone had one question in mind who or what was responsible.

The wheelchair bound person tried to reach for something but again just like the guards before he could.

*BANG* *BANG*

He was down. Laying motionless in his chair.

The president quickly moved out of the way and hid behind a nearby pillar. He did not know the assailant it could be friend or foe. But hoped it was a friend, better yet he hoped it was Banning making an entrance.

"WHO IS THERE?" Raza roared.

*BANG*

A shot came hitting him in his shoulder.

"AGHH" He cried.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS??" Raza asked in pain.

*BANG*

Another shot. This time, it hit his leg, forcing him to take a knee.

"Aaaaahhg" He cried

"WHAT DO YOU WANT???" He growled.

*BANG*

A shot came hitting his other leg. He was not on his knees. His arms in-between his legs. His body slouched and head bowed.

"Who are you? Tell me. Please tell me. Who are you? What do you want? What did I ever do to you?" Raza whispered hoarsely.

*STEP* *STEP* *STEP* *STEP*

The temperature dropped. The sound of footsteps could be heard. Approaching. The steps getting louder and louder.

Each step caused a ripple in Raza's heart. Those at home watched on with anticipation. Who could it be? Was it a hero? What is a villain? There were so many possibilities.

*STEP* *STEP* *STEP*

A little fog gradually filled the room.

*STEP* *STEP* *STEP*

Footsteps were right outside. Just are a few more steps. Everyone's eyes glued to the entrance.

Who could it be?

*STEP* * STEP* *STEP*

Slowly, a figure came into view. He don a set of black trainers (sneakers) with slim cargo pants that look like streetwear. He had a gun holstered on his right. While he held another in his left hand at his side. He wore a black tactical hoodie and street/cyberpunk wear. His face could not be seen because he wore a black helmet with a large screen covering his face.

He was surrounded by mist. That seemed to be emitting from him.