Ean charged up with his hands and shot a couple bolts of electricity straight at me. I simply moved out of the way to not expose my power. I began to sprint to the right, so Ean began to shoot more lightning bolts in my direction, hoping to time my sprint and catch me perfectly. Little did he know, I used my superhuman speed to cut back to him. I threw one punch to the gut and he was in a world of pain. My adrenaline began to kick in, punching every weak spot on the armor, stunning him and forcing the devil inside of him to protect his own life. The punches I threw that night were too much for Ean. After holding the back of his head and throwing a couple punches to his ugly face, I could feel him get lighter and when I let go, he was not breathing. His heart stopped pumping and his lungs collapsed. I had won easily, but the war was not over. While I dropped Ean to the ground, a gunshot rang out from the southern section. I looked back at the wall and watched my best friend fall to the ground. Bill fell forward and landed between both walls with no chance of survival, an instant death. Inside my suit, I began to cry, but my anger and frustration became my strength. The anger I felt from watching my best friend fall to the ground killed me inside, and when I turned back toward the southern section, I became a monster.
I ran up the walls of the southern section, throwing punches at everyone, killing them instantaneously. They tried to shoot, but the bullets simply deflected off my armor. No one could stop me, and when I thought I was doing everything alone, I saw my wife in front of me. She kept appearing and disappearing, killing the most dangerous gunmen and women that threatened my life the most with her lightning bolt daggers which I had never seen before. Our teamwork was flawless. I never expected my wife to come into the battle, but she had the killer instinct, brutally killing each person as if they were not even living. While she began to clear the whole southern section, I ran back to the tower where the Exonaut guards ran out of the elevator in attempt to stop my rage. They began to shoot, but they were not match for their creation. I sprinted past them, decapitating them all with both of my katanas that were built into the suit. Out of pure anger, I pried open the elevator shaft and looked down where I saw one exit I could take. Calculating the speed of the fall rate versus the speed of using the elevator cables, I determined that sliding down the cables would be much safer especially for my wife. When Angel arrived, I looked at her and said, "Baby, I am really sorry for all of this. Look, we must make it out of here alive. Bill died and we must make his loss count." She mean mugged me, and said, "We will." My wife grabbed onto the handles I placed for her to hold on to while I slid down the cables. I begun to free fall down the shaft, then grabbed the cable which slowed us down to a safe speed to land onto the elevator on the bottom floor. Now the most important part of the plan was initiated, finding a way out of the Exonaut facility.
I punched a big hole into the elevator's roof, allowing us to trickle in like bugs. We sat in the elevator waiting for a large group of people to attempt to board the elevator. I remember the hallway being so long that it stretch over four thousand thousand yards from the tower to the main facility. We begun to hear the sounds of a large force of men to run down the hallway. I told my wife, "Baby, hold on tight because you are about to move faster than you've ever moved before." Angel responded quickly and quietly, "Oh gosh. I hope this works." I heard the yelling of men and when I heard ding, my anger kicked back in. Angel grabbed onto the handles on my suit and turned invisible as the doors opened. I put my arms straight out with katanas in both hands. I sprinted down the hallway cutting every single soldier's head off. Four thousand yards later, my wife and I looked back at the hallway that was now painted red in blood.
The elevator in front of us was the ticket out of the prison that we once called home. Angel hopped off my back while we were in the elevator. She was not in the mood of talking which doesn't bother me. Quite frankly, my wife not talking kept my mind focused on the task at hand rather than thinking negative thoughts. When we got up to ground level, I knew that we were in deep trouble. As I once heard before, the same crappy music played as it did over a year ago. It was hard to consider that I spent only a year of my life in the utopia that turned into a warzone. When the elevator made the ding sound, it was fight on yet again. The doors opened I picked up my wife and threw her to the double glass door exit. In mid flight, Angel disappeared so she wouldn't be shot, focusing all the attention on me. As she flew through the air, I sprinted fast enough to catch her in middle flight and broke straight through the glass double doors.
As we busted through the doors, we looked to our right, where there was a skiff ready to be used at the dock. As we started to approach the skiff, a man greeted us. "Hop in! Where is Bill?", said the man. Out of prior knowledge, I figured it was Mr. Morgan. "I'm sorry, but Bill was shot, Mr. Morgan. I am so sorry," I said to him. The three of us stood on the skiff, hearing the Exonaut guards yelling like native savages, crying for more men to come aid them in trying to capture us. I hated that they treated us like animals, but we were expensive experiments, made specially for the protection of people against the government. It was our government all along that was destroying lives across the country and we were the monsters similar to Frankenstein's creation in search for the elixir of life. We were also like the rats of NIMH, smarter and more equipped to perform extraordinary tasks. It wasn't my fault or Angel's fault for being a test subject under the supervision of the Exonaut Project which was ran by the government. I hated being a number, and I was about to wipe that number away and become Mr. Jackson Helm with my wife, Ms. Angel Helm. It was my duty to the both of us to make it back to the mainland and the skiff was the only possible way. Mr. Morgan put the skiff into full throttle and we escaped final escaped the island.
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Jackson Helm: Island Escape
AcciónA boy is taken from his affluent family. Jackson Helm, the missing boy, finds himself on an island as an experiment. He goes to the chair then lights out! The boy is in a coma, but is that the end of his story or just the beginning?
