A Massacre II

I heard footsteps coming towards me from behind the crates, so I pressed my back against them, blending in with the shadows, and held my breath.

As the footsteps drew closer, I silently unsheathed a dagger from my belt and waited patiently, my eyes fixed on the small space between the two stacked crates that led to my hiding place, my muscles tensed for action.

One of the men walked through the passageway into the place carefully, his sleek futuristic rifle leveled and poised for danger, his eyes darting all over the place.

His brown eyes widened as they met mine, but before he could react, I seized him with my right hand, pulling him into a tight chokehold, and with a swift motion, slit his throat with my dagger.

He immediately tried to grab his neck as blood gushed out, but I quickly knelt down with his body, making his rifle fall silently to the floor.

With eyes widened in terror, he clawed at my arm, desperately trying to pry himself away as he choked on his own blood that stained his dark outfit, but I was stronger so it was futile.

After a few minutes, his body spasmed and his hands froze, falling limply by his side as he died, his eyes red and still widened in horror, his blood still flowing and staining the ground, filling the place with the stench of iron.

Sighing lowly, I released my tight hold, laid his body on the floor gently, and took up his plasma rifle. I scanned its body with my eyes, noting its controls, and nodded after a few seconds of familiarizing myself with it.

This was my first time holding one, but it had the same basic controls and design as a laser rifle. I'd been handling laser weaponry since the age of nine so it was easy to understand how it worked or operated.

With it in my hand, they were going to have a taste of their own medicine. I closed my right eye as I raised the gun to eye level, leveling the scope, and stood up.

Hearing hushed voices and footsteps approaching, I placed my right index finger on the trigger and breathed out slowly.

The footsteps drew closer by a step, and immediately, I stepped out to stand in front of the passageway and aimed the gun at one of the two approaching men. We made eye contact.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, I pressed the trigger and almost instantaneously, a bolt of superheated plasma was discharged from the rifle and impacted him, searing through his flesh and bone with terrifying efficiency.

"Fuck! He's here!" The other guy cursed loudly as the charred body of the one I just shot was hurled away by the force of the bolt, leaving behind an acrid odor of vaporized human flesh.

He was about to shoot me, but my reaction time was quicker than his, so I shifted the muzzle of the rifle toward him and shot him as well. His body flew away in the same condition as his comrade, flesh and tissue vaporized.

From all over the place, men dashed toward my location and started shooting at me, the sounds of the air sizzling echoing all over.

Quickly, I threw myself to the right, taking cover behind the other stacked piles of crates as numerous plasma bolts assaulted the crates on my left.

Rolling to a stop, I shielded my face with my arms as the crates exploded with a deafening boom that shook the place. Fire, smoke, and dust particles everywhere.

Clicking my tongue as raging fire and copious amounts of black smoke blocked my left side, I slipped my right hand into a large pouch on my belt and drew out three small metallic spheres that had lines running all over them.

"Did we get him?" I heard one of the guys ask uncertainly from behind the crates as I pressed on the spheres, activating them as the lines lit up blue.

"I doubt it," Andreas said. "He might be hiding behind the ones on the right. Spread out and cut off his retreat from there, hurry!"

Smiling darkly, I sheathed my dagger and threw the spheres over the crates as their feet shuffled to move. Three beeps sounded the moment they hit the ground. It was time to end this.

"Bombs? Shit, take cover!" Andreas exclaimed loudly. But it was too late as the whooshing sound of gas being released filled the place.

"Tear gas!?"

"Shit, I can't breathe."

Some of the men commented as they all began to cough violently and choke due to the clear colorless gas that was spreading all over the place.

I took a large deep breath, held it, and then jumped to the wall in front of me, propelling off of it and vaulted over the crates into the tear gas-infested area swarming with coughing and choking armed men.

Falling towards one of the men, I adjusted my body in the air and sent a heavy flying kick towards his neck.

The kick landed with a cracking sound as his body spun and fell to the ground, lifeless, like a puppet whose strings had just been cut.

Landing on the ground, I jumped to another one who was coughing with his back hunched over, grabbed his head with my hands, and kneed him in his forehead with my entire strength.

His eyes went blank, and his mouth opened as he stumbled backward and fell on his back, a sizable dent in the center of his forehead. Also dead.

With this, I'd killed five men so far. There were now five remaining. Fortunately for them, I wasn't going to kill them. At least not right now.

They were going to be my dinner...

The tear gas started dissipating as I advanced to another man who was coming back to his senses, his rifle almost slipping from his hand.

Reaching him, I gave his left calf a kick. His left leg buckled, making him fall to the ground on his right knee.

As he looked up at me with his reddened eyes, I clenched my left hand into a fist and punched him squarely on his chin with a bang. He was immediately knocked unconscious.

I moved away from him to the rest of the men who were slowly pulling themselves together and hit them precisely at particular parts of their bodies, one by one, sending them to dreamland one at a time.

Finally, it reached Andreas's turn, who I'd left for last. A chuckle came out of my mouth when I saw what he was doing.

He was standing there weakly, his eyes red and filled with hate, his rifle raised and pointed at me as he let out intermittent coughs, gritting his teeth in rage.

"You bastard! You've annihilated the entire gang!" He screamed at me, his spittle flying everywhere and his neck muscles tensed, his trigger finger ready. "I'll fucking kill you!" He roared, blinded by rage and commenced shooting at me.

Slowly, I strode towards him casually, the plasma bolts hitting my deflector shield and dissipating, and halted as I came face to face with him, looming over him.

I extended my left hand to his neck just as he was about to shoot me again, and grabbed it firmly. He released his rifle and extended his large hands to try to grab me, but I tightened my grip like a vice and rose him up into the air.

His legs dangling at my waist, I watched coldly as he began to choke, his body squirming fiercely in the air, his hands clawing at mine and his red eyes bulging as they stared into mine with fear.

After a minute, his hands dropped to his sides as he stopped squirming, his eyes rolling back into their sockets as he fainted.

Shifting my eyes, I glanced at the numerous bodies and limbs spread all over the concrete floor covered in crimson blood, the crackling fire burning the charred piles of crates behind them, filling the whole place with smoke, and smirked.

I had done it. I'd annihilated a whole gang of twenty-seven armed people on my own with no help.

Just watching the dead and unconscious bodies sprawling all over the ground filled my body with a kind of rush that made me shiver in excitement.

It was exhilarating and addictive. This thing they called power. Now, it was time to get more...

"Thanks for the meal, Andreas." I muttered and stretched my right hand toward his head, the mouth and throat on the mark widening to welcome the meal.

But just as I placed my right hand on his head and was about to absorb his life force, a loud boom resounded, the air whistling as something fast speared towards me at high speeds.

Turning my head in that direction, my eyes widened in shock and surprise when I saw what it was.

...It was a rocket.

"Shit!"