Vyndra Stories

March, Part 1

While Blanco followed Brand out of the facility. The group of creatures that were enhanced by the black drop, we're still in the room in which they were confined.

[These things shouldn't keep breathing, we have to make sure they don't touch more of our own!]

Ethius was the name of the creature that could read minds and these days he had created a link between them so that humans would not find out what they were going to do.

[We can't keep wasting time arguing we have to move on. We don't know how many of them are in this place.]

These creatures could not adapt to having a physical body, being isolated from the system, and the constant torture they suffered. They did not even consider that this could be a problem, their mental state was chaotic and the substance to which they were exposed made them more unstable.

They also did not notice how the black veins spread through their bodies, and towards the others, nor did he notice that with that they were approaching each other as the discussion progressed.

The debate progressed and more were in favor of massacring humans. Ethius was neutral, he knew he could not stop them, no matter what they chose, as his power was limited and he would not be able to face everyone. He planned, whatever the outcome, to use his ability to avoid collateral damage in the future.

It was illogical, no matter how upset they were, they shouldn't have wasted time like this considering the situation they were in. For some reason his body was burning, he felt that his limbs were being stretched hard as something was getting into him. At some point, humans entered the room. He remembered that there were still more creatures in the building and they had to go save them.

He wanted to go straight, but his body wasn't responding, and he wasn't feeling it. The humans were surrounding them. He sent a message for the others to take care of, no one answered. When he looked around he realized that none of his companions were there.

His anxiety increased, he did not understand what was happening, and he could only think.

"Where are the others ... what should I do, should I fight? ... I don't want to attack them ... I will have to attack ... They have to be killed, they tortured me ... they tortured us ... We need retribution ... they must be crushed ... no, I must not ... there must be some normal human among them ... they must be killed ... "

The humans screamed and at some point started attacking. I felt the impacts but they were not as bad as I expected. With this he realized that now he could feel, it was funny, but he was sure that he could move. "Then I could push them away, not kill them, or maybe I should ..."

Trying to escape from this choice he thought if he could meet the person who raised him again, and several faces crossed his mind, for some reason he knew these people. He did not understand why, he knew that this is how he should be human, as he remembered those times, those moments ... not like the scum that was in front of him.

He raised his hand and noticed that it was different, totally different, a kind of armor-shaped cuirass covered his forearm and finished off with three rather large claw-like blades, this breastplate or armor that now also covered his head and legs as part of his being.

It wasn't just his arm, his body was bigger, only now did he notice that humans were smaller than him unlike before.

He had to go see what happened to the other creatures in this place.

And so began his march.

The humans tried to get in their way, but it sent a mental shock and they fell to the ground in that instant, as they had firearms he assumed they were not gifted. On the way more humans appeared, some when they saw them they walked away with fear on their faces, I did not attack them. At one point a fairly large group fired from a distance, while others entered a room where impacts were heard.