Power of the Gods

Epilogue

Out in the middle of the desert was a bar that was mainly occupied by a biker gang that would stop there around four times a month. Outside stood a large man. One look at him would drive away even the most confident of men. He was tall, with large muscles and a glare that felt like it was burning into your soul.  He wore a jacket that had it's sleeves ripped off over a black tank top, leather pants and a pair of steel-toed combat boots.

Man, this is boring, the man thought as he looked around. The street was empty, not a single car in sight. There's nothing for miles.

The man was just about to turn and go inside for a drink with the rest of the gang, when he saw someone walking towards him. The stranger was wearing a sleeveless hoodie with the hood pulled down to cover his face, a brown bandana pulled up over his mouth, fingerless gloves and a pair of jeans that had been dirtied from the desert sand almost as badly as his shoes.

What's with this weirdo? the man thought. "Hey!" he called. "You want something?"

The stranger said nothing, but stopped a few feet away from the man. The man decided to find out who the stranger was. He walked over to him, realizing that the stranger was no adult.

He was sure as soon as he heard the stranger speak. "I doubt it," the stranger said quietly. The man noticed something move behind the boy and saw a wolf tail swaying in the wind.

"How old are you?" The man asked the boy, though by his voice he was around eighteen.

"Out of my way," the boy said. "You're wasting my time."

The boy tried to continue into the bar, but he was stopped by the man, who grabbed the boy's arm. "Not so fast, kid," he said. "You can't go in there."

There was a strange aura beginning to radiate off of the boy. "We can go anywhere we want," he said, but his voice had changed. It now sounded as though a second voice was speaking with him, a darker voice.

The aura around the boy was forcing the man to feel fear until he couldn't move a muscle. As the boy turned to him, he saw red eyes glowing in the shadow of the hood. The man pulled away from the boy, but he had to put all his strength into moving his body.

Looking down at his arm, the man saw that his arm was turning to stone. "What's the matter?" the boy asked. "Are you scared stiff?"

The man tried to scream, but he was soon completely encased in stone. The boy pulled his bandana down around his neck as he walked through the door of the bar. As he entered, the boy was met by stares from some of the bikers.

The boy was walking towards the bar, but was interrupted by the bikers who had circled him. "What's a kid like you doing in a place like this?" one of the bikers asked. His breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.

The boy waved away the smell of the bikers' breath. "Well I'm certainly not here for the company," he said, pulling his hood down to show his messy brown hair. His ears were those of a wolf, covered in brown fur and sticking out of his hair.

The boy looked at the bikers surrounding him and rose his voice. "Your gang has done business with an acquaintance of mine," he said. "I want to know where he is now."

One of the bikers laughed. "I don't think that you're in any position to make demands," he said, pulling out a knife and holding it threateningly up to the boy.

The boy sighed. "You humans are all alike," he said. "You think that you're able to intimidate me because you outnumber me or because you're bigger than me? Nothing is going to stop me from what I seek."

"You think you can take all of us out by yourself?" another biker said.

The boy smiled with teeth that began sharpening to fangs as his tail changed to a reptile tail, spikes tearing through the back of his shirt as they went from his shoulders to the tip of his tail, his pupils shrank until they had almost vanished. "I don't think. I know," he said as his wolf ears shrank into his head and horns grew, scales covering over his entire body.

The fight began when a biker with a knife tried to stab the boy in the back, only to find that the knife broke upon contact with his scale-covered skin. The boy let out an inhuman growl as his tail wrapped around the bikers' legs, picking him up and throwing him into a group of bikers. The boy opened his hands to show sharp, steel-like claws that he used to grabs other biker by the jacket and use him as a shield just as he heard the sounds of guns going off. He threw the limp body behind him as he held out his hands. The guns flew out of the bikers' hands as they floated around him, pointing from biker to biker and shooting down several of them.

By the time the guns ran out of bullets, the bar was full of bodies and only one person was still moving. The boy changed back to normal and walked up to the remaining biker. He stomped on the bikers legs, breaking them and causing the biker to scream in pain.

The boy crouched down to look the biker in the eyes. "Tell me, where is Atlas?" the boy asked.

"Who?" the biker managed to ask through the gasps of pain.

"Looks like me, but with white hair," the boy said, getting angry. "I know that he's come to your gang to pull a few jobs for him. Tell me where he is or else."

"Why do you care?" the biker asked.

The boy sighed as he stood up. "Clearly you don't know where he is," he said. "This was a huge waste of time."

The boy was about to leave when he saw the biker reach for a gun that was lying on the ground, just out of his reach. Suddenly, the biker's hand was held down to the ground. His own shadow was holding him and preventing him to move. The shadow grew bigger as it began to pull the biker into it.

Once the shadow had fully enveloped the biker, it disappeared. The boy walked out of the bar and back into the desert heat. A necklace made up of a black gem glowed as he vanished in a cloud of black smoke.

To be continued in Basic Oblivion