Un-Thought Titile

Chapter Five

Lord

I stood upside down, the paracyte in my legs magnetized to the underside of the Tempes bridge. I used my left hand to apply pressure to the massive cut in my face, but it did little to stop the steady stream of blood running down my face as my sight slowly faded to shades of red. As I walked along the underside of the bridge, I noticed that my veins were gradually darkening in color. A few seconds after that, the blood coming from my face changed color, becoming jet-black. I demagnetized my legs, dropping down to a horizontal support beam that was only about a foot above the ocean. I crouched, staring into the water, noticing my appalling reflection. My left eye socket was practically gone, but my right eye wasn't any less riveting. It had previously been a dull hazel, but was changing into a radiating, bright yellow.

I silently asked myself. "What the hell is happening to me?"

I already knew that it wasn't poison; My body wasn't shutting down, and as far as I know, no poison could do this to a person. I let go of the support beam that I was using as a handlebar, and opened my palm in an attempt to generate pure energy. Nothing happened, and I stared at my hand in shock. A few seconds later, a line of darkness slowly made its way along my arm, eventually forming a sphere of dark energy in my palm. A dark aura surrounded my body and I was instantly reinvigorated.

Was this... Dark matter? I thought that Heron Vity was the only person with the ability to use it. The use of it was banned by both sides, but Heron had made an exception for herself. I returned back to looking at my reflection, only to see a peculiar shape appear in the sky above me. I looked up, watching as the object descended to Zedion. I eventually realized that it was an S.S ship, Crusader class. It had begun to cast a shadow over the entire city before I recognized it as Abaddon, Heron's personal flagship.

"Speak of the devil." I spoke without bothering to whisper, Abaddon's engines had undoubtedly masked my voice. The ship's destination became abundantly clear, it was headed for the landing platform at the end of the bridge, which had been my destination. I magnetized the paracyte in my legs to one of the vertical support beams holding up the bridge, easily walking up it. I bounded over the side of the railing, I didn't even bother to look around for Obsidia. I landed on the back of a flatbed truck that was headed away from the city. Somehow, the driver hadn't noticed me, but someone did. A series of Caesium charged bullets flew past my head. Caesium was the S.S' new substitute for the traditional bullet, after their experiments with francium, literally, blew up in their face. They had found a way to superheat the bullets, and when combined with its radioactive properties, it could burn through people. The U.A had refused to adopt it because of the potential "environmental" risks. I turned around to see another person wearing special forces armor, jumping from car to car, using a thruster pack to enhance their movements. Special Forces were typically highly skilled at close quarters combat, so it became apparent that something was going on when the operative kept their distance from me. I raised my hand preemptively. I already knew what was coming, but the grid didn't generate.

My eyes widened in a mixture of fear and irritation. "Son of a bitch."

A missile collided with the cab of the truck, leaving me little time to react as both the engine and the missile exploded, sending bright red flames racing forward to greet me.

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I waited. The flames danced around my armor, having little effect. I left my face unshielded, the heat charred the skin around the gash in my face, but I ignored the intense pain. Only a few more seconds...

The special forces operative had jumped off of the car and was approaching the burning vehicle, I could just barely make out their silhouette through the fire. I reversed the magnets in my legs, which launched me directly at them. I changed my center of gravity, allowing me to flip so that my foot collided with their upper torso, which sent them sliding backwards. They tripped over one of the dividers in the road that had been knocked over in the explosion. Before they could get back up I raised my foot, slamming the heel of my leg down on their head. Paracyte was incredibly strong, and the resulting sound of a skull being splintered validated that. All of the adrenaline that had been coursing through my veins stopped suddenly, and the realization of what I'd just done hit me.