SUBJECT 028-A (A Masterpiece's Wrath)

CHAPTER FOUR

The low lights sparkled in the dull walls of corrosion. Greatel sneaked on the pile of powdered cement while watching the workers mixing stones and destroying the building.

The grinding of alloy, wasting of dust and clattering of woods was the most evident in the whole place. They are trying to reinvent what the old architecture has.

Greatel bent her knee to the ground. The rush of emotions towered the young lady as she squinted her eyes. The rumbling sounds of their trucks and shovels irritated her hand to pull the trigger.

"Damn!" Jacob cussed while pulling her waist to hid on the pillars. "You can't kill people!"

She rolled her eyes. "Ain't that weak." Greatel then looked away from him.

"They are destroying the city, the place!" she snarled.

"We cannot win in this way." Jacob was trying to lower his tone.

Her gentle eyes dazzled. "This place was once a comfort before it wreck into riot."

"Le—"

A screeching sound paused infront of them. The new comer had intrigued their ears to bend.

"Mr. President is here!" There was a little commotion after their tools met the ground. Greatel could hear the silence of its authority. The power he had, doubled when the assets of Watsons was finally signed under his name.

"Are the crap people here?" It was deeply said in the cavities of greed.

"No sir but they returned once and almost destroyed our resources."

"They haven't learned a lesson from a fallen."

"Do we need to—"

"No. Let them die in the busy streets together with their incurable illness. They serve no value in this community— powerless people."

Greatel almost wrecked the pile of cements infront her. She was balling her hands into a fist while gritting her teeth. She could feel her cheeks reddened upon turning to Jacob. Her eyes were trying to be patient, holding her temper.

"But I heard there was a girl which they labeled as a... Maste— masterpiece?" It's voice was shaking. He was like threatened upon speaking the name.

"Oh... I bet that was a myth and that virus was invented to scare dogs for Watson to be respected. I don't really buy Sciences, they don't bring money anyway."

Greatel was trying to compress herself before she could break another regulation.

"Don't worry— those are written as fictional as myths. They were buried along with those scientists."

Her eyes widened as she heard those remarks. There were footsteps pacing at their direction. Greatel became impulsive of what she had learned. Despite of Jacob, holding her back, she stood— scaring the whole room with her firearm. The Presidential guards protected the president by aiming their firearms at her too.

"Put down your weapons." They said in unison but Greatel smirked and hit a bullet of surprise. It blew one guard that was left with bleeding arms.

"Ain't a myth, dumb man!" Her trigger cluck as it ran out of bullets. Her smirks was followed by a frown and made crunched cusses under her breath.

Greatel abruptly step down and crawled on the floor as shots raced with them. They were gasping for their breath as they reached the sloppy flooring to the basement. She could hear her heart racing while cleaning the dust on her shirt.

"Let's go!" Jacob grabbed her hand.

"No!" If there's a thing they needed to secure now, that was Hiroshima. He was on danger, the president was planning something against them.

"They're here!" The group of armed men made them lowered their voices before Greatel stepped on the narrow doorway.

She raised her hands and threatened, "You cannot afford to see this land in chaos again." The year she had with darkness was enough for her agony. Greatel promised no pain for herself.

"Kill her!" Daniel commanded. The bullets were ready for the trigger yet there was none. Her eyes flickered to red as she stepped toward them and their feet turned ice cold.

Jacob was taken a back, Greatel made her eyes in firing red in an instant without the symptoms. Does she learned to control it now?

"Their guns dripped while it melted in great heat. Patterns of sweat formed on their foreheads that made them quivered. Daniel was furious as he moved one of them.

"Hey!" He tapped his shoulders but its body turned into dusts and broke in the ground. He did the same on the other as his eyes dilated in fear. He swallowed a lump on his throat until the last guard fell. The president was surrounded by dust and melted steels.

"Where's Hiroshima?" Greatel thundered the whole place. Her gaze met the eyes of Daniel who was in the verge of despair.

"I— don't."

"I could smell your lies." She grinned.

"W-who are you—"

"Answer my question! Where's Hiroshima?" Her voice was on the top of her lungs. "I want you to tell me honestly." She was playing the horrors of the man.

"H-He's..." Daniel pulled a knife from his back and thrust toward her. Greatel shifted her pace in a snap, that made her nerves burnt in excitement. Daniel gripped the knife and dashed with quick that met with Greatel's fist. She breached a punch between his upper extremities while the attack owed a slashing cut from her biceps. She twisted his wrist that made him lose his weapon.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" She raised her brows staring at Daniel whose spitting blood mixed with her dripping texture. Daniel smirked on his defeat. "H-He's dead." Greatel stomped her feet before it landed on his chest. The great force blew his arrogance on the pillar of the building.

Greatel was far from contentment. She held his collar, meeting his rugged breath. "I want you to remember my name." She traced her fingers from the lobes of his forehead to his chin. "I am Greatel Murphil, the masterpiece who can behead your soldiers without touching an axe." Her nails dug on her palms, showering the blood on her fist. She was gritting her teeth scanning the President's weak face. Tears started to rolled down her cheeks, celebrating another debility. Jacob was right, she remarked on her mind — she cannot.

She pulled herself away from him before she could do anything else. The back of her hands served a drying ground for her tears.

"Let's go," she said at the peripheral. The wide door of the van welcome her grim and travelled again away to the place.

"Christopher must be puzzled where are we." They embraced a fight without the team and Greatel doesn't find it a flaw. She was left in total silence.

"Do we need to visit or warn Master?" There was a pinch on her heart. No one really knew about it.

She shook her head while suppressing the dispute she had hidden a while ago. "We're too late."

Jacob drifted the car with his knitted brows. Her eyes met his curiosity and eventually fed it.

"He's totally gone."