Protectors- Consequence

Chapter Seventeen: World War N

The advancing army contained but one Zeta assassin, who led the charge to intercept Noctum on his way to the nation's capital city. He was equipped with an electric sword, capable of channelling the power of nearly ten million volts with ease. Anyone who came into contact with the blade would be fried alive, especially Noctum, and that was who the assassin was there to kill. He had not yet taken the superhuman serum, which he felt would make things too easy if it were to give him powers. The army marched across a barren strip of land, but suddenly stopped, as a Neo Nazi from the group came forward, brandishing a pistol menacingly,

"Why are you the one to lead us?" He bellowed, making sure the entire 90,000 superhumans who watched on could see the altercation, "you have no hair and brown eyes. You are not Aryan, so you are not fit to follow through on our ideals,"

The Zeta turned slowly, looking the brash man directly in the eyes. Despite lacking his foe's bravado, his voice was heard by all as he spoke in a plain, monotone voice,

"I lead you because I am a master tactician, and am, frankly, better than you,"

The Nazi clenched his fists,

"You fucking scum, you are nothing to us, the pinnacle of perfection!" He roared, pointing his gun at the Zeta, "your filthy blood shall stain this ground as your soul burns in an imperfect hell!"

The bullet was fast, flying from the Desert Eagle, a .44 magnum round moving at immense speeds of around 1700 kilometres per hour. But the Zeta assassin was faster. Moving his body as if by muscle memory, he forced himself downwards, the bullet grazing his forehead, leaving a trail of thin blood, but nothing more. His leg came up swiftly, a highly conditioned shin kicking the Nazi's arm upwards, before he wrapped his leg around the man's outstretched arm, snapping it with a swift crack of his leg. The superhuman struggled to fight back, taking a powerful swing that barely missed as the Zeta shot backwards, not even considering to use his sword,

"You're one hell of a fighter for someone who isn't Aryan," The man whimpered, looking downwards for his gun,

Desert Eagles were not hard to miss, and that left only one place where the weapon could be. Even as he raised his gaze, the explosive power of a magnum round blew the top half of his head off, killing the insolent soldier before his jaw had time to drop. Stripping the gun, the Zeta dropped it's pieces to the ground, before turning to face his army, which had fallen silent, 

"You need not be scared of what is to come, if you follow me," He spoke lightly, but every person in that crowd heard his monotone perfectly, "if you disrespect me, or desert the cause, you will find yourself dead before you have time to plead for mercy,"

A flash of red light became visible in the distance, and as he witnessed the speed that Noctum moved at, the Zeta agent realised what would be required to bring down a raging beast like that. He jabbed his needle of serum into his veins, giving the best assassin on the planet instantly enhanced speed and strength. 

Noctum landed before the army, blood still trickling from his chest wound as his eyes blazed with the fire of the Chrysalis. He felt the eyes of ninety thousand superhuman soldiers on him, and before they could react, he was upon them, fists flying, his powerful Aura blasts and punches killing five, no, six nameless, faceless men at a time. They were stripped of their humanity, reduced to mere numbers, mere bodies in the face of power like that, unable to react at all to their death, which came in the form of Adam Oughton. Black, glistening organs heaved as the fallen forced their bodies, desperately, to take just another breath, but the broken bones that punctured them eventually won, and another Nazi was no more. Normally, Adam would have felt guilty, because no matter who these men were, and no matter what they believed or had done, a fate like that was a sombre affair. But Adam Oughton was not guilty, hell, he revelled in finally being able to do exactly what he wanted to, to utilise his powers to remove the scum from this earth,