My dearest friend Selene...
It has been a difficult time lately.. trying to track down the movements of your husband.. so there's few things I know about where to find him...
What I do know though.. is he's left a mass of bodies in his wake.. he's out for blood... and he's willing to do anything to get it...
He's far more dangerous than Antigen has anticipated.. more powerful.. strong enough to take out multiple Antigen squads in a single night.. and I fear they'll be sending their death-squads after him.. that is something that we must stop..
I have seen photos of him.. those I have provided with this letter.. he looks different than the previous photos you had showed me..
He appears much older.. he has longer blonde hair.. with silver strips towards the end .. a dark coloured beard.. scars all over his body.. in the places you told me he used to have wounds before you placed him in the 'cocooning'.. I didn't think that was possible for a Hybrid..
I hope you get this letter as soon as possible.. and make sure you remain as safe as you promised me.. and I promise you.. I will used every chance I have to dig deeper into the evidence involving Antigen and Michael..
Your friend.. always.. Detective Sebastian..
A black, heavily armoured truck storms a quiet street, breaking the silence as it stops in front of a bar, staying put for a short moment. The back of the armoured truck opens slowly, with dark uniformed soldiers leaving its cockpit as soon as they can. The Antigen logo lays branded to their uniform, weapons, even their grenades and bullets, it's clear that the forces have been sent for a reason.
"Remember, fellas, our immediate objective is to purge any Vampires or Lycans that resign in this sector. As for Subject-Zero, we are to capture him as soon as he is spotted, let's avenge our brothers."
"SIR, YES SIR!" The squad yells.
"Up and at 'em, fellas."
One half of the squad heads straight towards the entrance of the bar, while the other half head around the alley way, towards the back. The soldiers ready their weaponry, preparing to breach the bar, and open fire on whatever hostiles are inside.
"Preparing to breach; three, two, one, BREACH!"
The soldiers break their ways through the front and back doors of the bar, finding their ways inside within seconds.
"EVERYBODY HANDS UP! GET YOUR FUCKEN' HANDS UP!"
Everybody raises their hands above their heads, everyone except one hooded figure, who continues to sip from the glass of whiskey in his hand. The soldiers surround the figure, their weapons pointed directly at serious arteries on the body.
"WHAT DID I SAY, ASSHOLE!" One of the soldiers screams. "PUT YOUR FUCKEN HANDS-"
"Up?" The figure asks, tearing his hood away from his head, revealing longish blonde hair, silver strips that lead towards the end of the strands, extremely light blue eyes, pale skin. "You have a habit of repeating yourself, asshole."
"It's Subject-fucken-Zero!" One of the soldiers yells. "Don't move, Corvin!"
"Excuse me for a moment, officers," Michael chuckles, looking at the bartender. "Do you have insurance, Barb?"
"What?" The bartender giggles. "No."
"You're about to."
The sparks from gunshots sprawl through the glass of the bar and into the street, the sound of screaming combines with that, creating a view of horror. The sound of soldiers yelling and screaming changes the quiet street into a warzone, the carnage making everyone who hears lock their doors. Glass shatters and the sound of thumping concludes the carnage that occurs inside the building. A soldier crawls from the entrance of the bar, blood seeping from the wounds on his stomach and chest, and behind him, Michael.
"Alpha-Three, send, backup."
The soldier turns around to face the Hybrid, a handgun in his grasp, ready to open fire. Michael's body ensues into a black like mist as he ghosts to the soldier within a second, gripping onto the soldier's wrist and breaking the bone from the skin, making the soldier scream. Michael heads towards a black muscle car in the parking lot and opens its boot, revealing a mass of weapons sprawled onto different mounts. Michael yanks a Walter PPX M1 from one of the mounts, checking the magazine as he finds himself back towards the wounded soldier.
"Alright," Michael cocks the handgun. "I'm going to ask you a simple question, and if, or how you answer it, may determine whether or not I decide to end your pathetic life. Do you understand?"
"Yes," the soldier gasps.
"Where is my daughter? My wife? Lena and David? Where are they? Where are they?! Where are they?! WHERE ARE THEY?!"
"I- I don- I don't know."
"You- don't- know?" Michael questions, his eyes turning solid black, and the skin under his eyes fading a dark red colour. "Look into my eyes, you see anything remotely human? I enjoy killing, as much as I hate to say it, but I do, and I'd kill anybody to get my family back. So, let me ask you again; where is my family?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
"Fine," Michael sighs, picking the soldier up with one hand, then slamming his Hybrid teeth into the side of his neck.
Michael pulls back away from the still alive soldier, dropping him onto the ground. Blood covers Michael's mouth, his eyes fading back to a crystal clear, light blue.
"So, you were telling the truth. That's too bad, you could've been useful to me."
"So- you're gonna' let me live?"
"I've had a long think about it," Michael says, walking towards the boot of the car. "No."
Michael pulls the trigger of the handgun, shooting the soldier in the head and putting him down ultimately. Michael stares at the blood that gushes from the soldier's head, watching as it flows like a river, enjoying the sight. He heads back towards the boot, clicking the handgun into safety before throwing it in, staring at the weapons ready for his disposal.
"I'm coming for you Antigen, all of you."
He closes the boot.
YOU ARE READING
From War, To Extinction
ActionA far more dangerous and powerful Michael emerges from death and into the war-zone of the Second Purge. Unsure as to where his family is, Michael wages a war against the forces that once held him prisoner, prepared to do anything to get Selene, Eve...
