Dang Convergence Vol. 1

Chapter Five The Sentinels Of Bellum

Chapter Five

The Sentinels Of Bellum

He checked in on Jonathan Cage at the house after leaving the gala, wanting to make sure he'd gotten home safely. Thankfully, he had. Once he'd told Jonathan that his would be killers or kidnappers were now in police custody, he took his leave.

For a moment, he contemplated taking a cab home but the fight with the thugs had filled him with so much excitement and adrenaline that he decided he would much rather just run the distance or at the very least, run until he'd exhausted himself.

Perhaps the run would make it much less annoying how things had seemed promising at the gala. He'd actually expected a proper challenge from the thugs, hoped that they'd serve to make the night interesting.

Sure, they spiced things up a little; but spice and of itself a dish does not make, without a main dish of action, his hunger would be unfulfilled.

So run he did, his smile slowly turning to an expression of dullness.

He ran, cutting through alleys and roads under construction, leaping from wall to wall whenever the opportunity presented itself. It was only when a warning flashed on his HUD, that he slid to a halt, his face changing to one of anticipation.

A proximity alert; well, maybe the universe decided to send him a main dish for delivery he chuckled in his head.

He looked around at the environment. The only structure nearby was a construction site, an incomplete one at that. And he couldn't detect any movement. But still, he decided to check it out. It was unlikely that his glasses had sent him a false alarm.

He drew in a deep breath and started walking toward the construction site.

The closer he got, the louder the crackling in his ears and the worse his HUD glitched until finally, he had to get rid of both the sunglasses and the earbuds.

"Well, perhaps the hope's alive for an exciting night after all," he murmured to himself.

He walked straight to the middle of the construction site, keeping his eyes peeled for any sort of danger at all. Without his glasses detecting danger for him, he'd need to be extra focused. He spotted a steel rod some distance away and walked toward it. He crouched by the rod, placed a finger against it and whispered: "Resonate."

At once, his skin started to harden, becoming denser, stronger. If anyone did try to launch a surprise attack on him here, he'd be able to take it.

He continued through the construction site, calling out to see if anyone would respond. But no one did. He'd just about given up and decided it must have been a false alert. Suddenly, a brilliant light emanated from the center of the construction site, the intensity of the light blinded him momentarily.

An alien warmth emanated from light: the sort, the sort of warmth that probably would have burnt had he not taken on the properties of steel earlier. Once the warmth abated, he heard metallic movement but he couldn't exactly make out where it was coming from since his vision was still blurred from the bright light earlier.

He blinked hard several times in a bid to get his vision to clear and once it did, he realized there was nothing but fog up ahead. Wait, no, it wasn't fog. It was smoke. Smoke was billowing right out of the ground in the center of the construction site, rapidly fogging up the air around so he could barely make out anything. He knew there was someone or something in the smoke. He could hear movement.

"Who's there?" he demanded. "If this is supposed to be some sort of ambush, I should warn you, I'm not going to hold back, I've been itching to let loose all evening."