Stranger feelings ✔️

#24

//WARNING!!//

Finding Taehyung was like finding the clownfish in a sea anemone. Easy, it looks, but dangerous than thought.

After a proper bed rest of an entire day, they finally permitted me to get out of the hospital room by the bot doc's. What made things even frustrating was that they admitted me on a foreign planet where the procedures for discharge were hectic than my whole laboratory works.

On our way back to Earth, I realized a few facts. Zargon isn't really what I thought. He has inter-galactic connections, had a base on Witzie's planet. It was him who tracked Witzie down, and Taehyung too.

He was a member of the inter-galactic police department and the cyborgs were a group that his parents helped a long time back.

The UC has been monitoring Witzie for quite a while now after the accident in my parents' laboratory. Whatever crime once committed, they will leave back some kind of evidence behind no matter what. They knew about the intervention of Witzie in the accident but did not have enough evidence to prove that, that's where Zargon came into the action.

He found solid shreds of evidence and even made the trackers. Me being a dim-wit, things took time to click.

But what Zargon warned was that the place where they first tracked Taehyung wasn't the actual location. It was bait by Witzie, which we successfully avoided.

The current location was unknown to me, but it was obviously on Earth.

Upon reaching Felicity, Zargon called all the hybrids and his guards. It was around twenty-five cyborgs with us and six hybrids, along with Shenaya and me.

Although we were asked to stay away from the scene of any kind of action occurs, they did not leave us behind, for which I was thankful.

Few more cyborgs would join us if the plan backfired. That made around fifty cyborgs and Zargon along with the hybrids.

The location was deep inside the forest. Somehow they found Taehyung. I was nervous and anxious at the same time. The walk to the area was soothing to an extend.

The monumental building, which looked like a godown, was visible by the horizon of the deep woods. I would be lying if I told I wasn't scared. The guards in front of the doors were no joke.

Well built and strong-looking men stood in front of the gates with the latest models of guns.

According to our strategy, a group of ten will attack from the front, which was the six hybrids, three cyborgs along with Zargon with Shenaya and me. Seven cyborgs will attack from each side of the four main doors and windows.

Upon reaching the point of divergence, according to the plan, two of the cyborgs morphed their prosthetic arms into revolvers, hitting the alien guards all in point blank, dropping them down like dead meat.

The group started again. Breaking the door, crashing into the windows. The attack was unexpected for them.

Well, I couldn't sit comfortably by the side, watching the game. Passing by the dead guards, I held onto the gun one of them possessed. Fire it or not, safety first. Even if one was not a skilled shooter, they will have enough power to shoot anywhere near the target.

The commotion was brutal than thoughts. It was blood, sweat, and tears all around. Screams and moans laced the atmosphere.

The light peeped through the holes in the roof in small circles. The guards poured down from all the directions like lava.

The sound of gunshots and reloading the guns was echoed throughout the interior of the building. I too got to take a few shots, hitting few guards on their shoulders and thighs. The blood splashed as the bullet pierced through the flesh. The screams that responded were quite pleasing to hear. This was bloodlust. The lust to end the wrath within my mind. The lust to kill the ones who stand in my path to my haven.

Upon looking around, I took a mental picture of the surroundings. It was a single-storied building. No basement. So Taehyung will be in one room.

My mindset was like that during an apocalypse. This was a do or die mission for me. I had to get him out of this uncalled miserable situation.

I marched forward with few cyborgs, aiming to that one room which was heavily guarded. The one which will have Taehyung, for sure.

Zargon's cyborgs gave the signals on how to attack the troop approaching us. Yet another session of blood bath occurred as the firing continued. Our troop hailed ahead as the aliens fall dead or in pain groaning.

The floor was sticky with the liters of blood, sweat, and tears it held. The red liquid made the grounds a red carpet for the troops of cyborg and hybrids.

Taking a few steps, the cyborgs arranged themselves well to attack first in front of the room.

But the room that we had our eyes on busted open with a well-built alien guard falling straight forward with a huge red spot imprinted on his forehead. The shot wasn't ours. Someone from the inside shot.

The cyborgs, taking all the precautions, positioned themselves to barge in and fire. In a flash, things changed.

There he stood, the midst of nearly ten dead alien guards, with a gun and knife in both his hands, bathed in blood and bruises.

Taehyung.

Zargon's troops stood facing Taehyung with their guns pointed at him. Without wasting a further second, I ran to him.

His expression softened as he saw me approaching him. Dropping the gun and the knife, he held his hands wide as if for me to jump in.

Not caring about the blood on my body, I circled my arms around his neck. He pressed me against him, bending down and placed soft kisses by my ears, on my greasy hair.

Tears escaped my eyes, wetting his t-shirt he wore that day when he got captured.

Without caring for our surrounding, he lifted me in his arms, mine supported on his neck, looking me in my eyes, he kissed me.

Our lips moved perfectly in sync with each other. The love in the war's midst, this is what it was.

"Hana." It was like a melody to me. My name escaping his lips in his deep voice.

"Are you alright?" We both asked at the same time.

"Just a few bruises. You?" He scrutinized my face.

"None." I smiled at him.

He set my foot on the ground, gently pressed his forehead against mine, and said, "it the end, right?"

"Yes. It is." I said with a chuckle escaping lips.

His eyes slowly dropped as he supported his head on my shoulder, taking in deep breaths. 

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