Quintus Crossings - Story IV: The Journal - Whispers Arc

Chapter 12: Strength

The earth trembled beneath Omar's wrath.

I'm in control. He hoisted shattered rock into the sky. He spread his fingers, feeling the stones. I'm in control! He threw his arms down. The stones plummeted like little meteorites into a large truck.

Its four turrets smashed, Omar finally pierced the engine after much pummeling. The ground shook again as his hands slammed down. An energetic fire lay far beneath the thick ground. A serene vapor scattered all about them. He focused his energy, but he couldn't reach them.

"Come on!" Omar roared

Winds hurled him skyward. The battlefield below was strewn with broken machines and unconscious bodies. Most of the line that met him was finished, but a larger mass of vehicles and soldiers were nearing.

Bianca's lightning was too small, and it only stopped those on bikes and buggies; it just bounced off the larger, covered vehicles. At least most of the trucks didn't have manned turrets. Half the soldiers, however, were still on the other side of the mountains. If Omar could block the paths to the valley...

He smirked. Body trembling, he pushed forward. He flew in a wide arc, angling himself toward one of the larger mountains. Gut churning, Omar released all the energy as he slammed into the mountain, screaming.

A massive roar pulsed from the mountainside. Wafts of dust filled the air, choking Omar until a light breeze swept it away. Omar almost laughed. His arms were in the mountain as though it were butter. As were his feet. It appeared his body had made a small crater upon impact, as well. Yet, the majority of the mountain was intact.

Can't destroy a mountain while I'm tired. Omar pulled himself from the mountain, floating. Duly noted.

The green left him. He dropped a few feet until he hit stone. His legs buckled. He rolled down the crater's slope, then flew from it and tumbled down the mountainside.

Power propelled from him. He flew into the air, arms and sides aching. Have to stay angry. That's the only thing keeping me in control.

His lungs felt frozen. He dropped again, but he held himself in the air. "Dammit."

Trucks of different sizes poured into the valley. One tiny light winded its way through a jungle of boulders toward the valley. Mike!

Blue filled the air and a weary voice said, "I'm beat."

"Sounds like a personal problem," Omar said.

Bianca's eyes drooped, her shoulders low. It was probably Omar's imagination, but it even seemed her hair and dress were flapping with less intensity.

"We have more games to play," Omar said. "Come on."

"But –" Bianca stared at the elephantine vehicle. "And we're exhausted."

Omar felt it too. Hatred, wickedness. Nature itself was terrified of what lay in there. He dropped another couple feet, his stomach rising, until he steadied himself.

"You can't even fly!"

"Doesn't matter. I'm not quitting this game."

"Can't we move them out here, away from the –?"

"Yo, you wanted to help, right? Jason's going against that terrifying shit right now. Alone. Michael's charging toward an entire army to help us. Alone. We're not just playthings to you, right? Do you care about us?"

Bianca looked offended. "Of course I do!"

"Then put your petty shit away and do something. If you want to help, then fuckin' help! I don't care how scary it is."