He felt himself falling.
And he felt no resistance as he fell. The air's viscosity appeared pointless; it didn't slow down his fall at all.
The wild beckoning of gravity like an excited parent consumed him.
From all around he could discern heard cackles and malicious buzzing of electricity.
-I feel weird-
He opened his eyes wearily and when he did he was quick to shut it back.
"Crap". He screamed, feeling the air rush all the way to the back of his throat.
Why was the ground approaching super rapidly?.
Looking carefully, while at the same shrieking with a wronged voice, it turned out
What the Hell?
He was falling from the sky
His speed was unjust and unexpectedly supersonic; like a small, dainty meteorite, and with him descended a large field of neatly crafted lightning bolts.
He tried moving his arms; instinctively placing them over his head as a cover before the brunt of the impending crash. The arranged lightnings danced carefully around him, casting eerie pale shadows over his face.
'BOOM'.
The world was silent as he fell.
Within the time taken for the blink of an eye, he crash-landed with an ungrateful thud, turning an entire city into a massive gaping crater.
The lightning arcs; spreading numbers of kilometers around him, decimated everything, immediately turned all in its path to a fine charred nothingness.
In a seemingly ordinary night, a city and it's entire human populace was wiped off the face of the earth.
Yet,
There were no blood, no screams, no shed tears, and except for the charred perimeter; no proof of the occurrence. It happened instantly, reaping lives in a bountiful harvests.
And when it was over, there was only silence, silence and deadly stillness.
And the cause of all this was fast asleep, unharmed, he lay in a sea of smoke, debris..... and silence.
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Texla Enforcement Agency,
Joint Pantheon Prefecture (J.P.P),
Nola Region,
15:55. Tiw'sday, 4th October 2204.
Commander Pixler massaged his temples as he sank deeper into his seat. He was an old man of about Seventy, but his body; tanned and muscular spoke otherwise,
Coupled with his long blonde hair and wild mustache, they told passable lies about his age.
"The troubles keep on coming. Don't they?" He asked, his eyes moving to the man standing across his desk, in a sculptured salute.
The room was lightless, therefore all that could be seen from both the commander and the man were their unearthly gleaming eyes.
"I suppose so, sir" The man; with a subtly flickering silhouette answered whilst narrowing his ocean blue eyes. "But this time its likely to be something different. The reports say that the Aforemages sensed something, or quite possibly, someone falling from the sky".
"I've read the reports, Gray, they don't add up. This just makes the matter more troublesome. Just thinking on what bullshit to feed those overwhelming sharks gives me headaches ". He looked up, straight towards the silhouette's eyes.
He sighed.
"Are there any survivors?" He asked, aware of the answer, but intent on keeping the conversation flowing.
His eyes seemed to deepen to a stronger red as time slowly passed.
"Yes sir, only one. Male. Teenager. We found him lying naked at what is believed to be the epicenter of the attack". The silhouette, otherwise known as Gray replied truthfully, to which the commander sighed in response.
"A single kid managed to survive an attack that decimated an entire city in 2.3 seconds, an attack bearing unknown origins an an unknown method of occurrence,. And there is also quite the high chances that he was the cause". He shook his head, in confusion and in exasperation.
"When the MajorFaith Nations get wind of this, the kid and all our chances are as good as dust.
Gray nodded.
The atmosphere in the lightless office room turned sombre. And for a few interluding moments, both Commander and his soldier remained silent.
"What do you wish we do, Sir?" Gray asked slowly, seemingly plantative on choosing the appropriate time to ask.
Across Texla; and to those those with appropriate sources, it was common knowledge that the commander's dire trait was not getting to have any opportunity to use the kid as point for the shunned Subject.
Subject Gamo.
An operation with which the details were known only to the Liaison Organisation's upper echelon.
"Well, I guess for our own selfish sake, we send him to camp" He nodded slowly as if to assure himself that he was making the right decision.
"Get rid of the old report, i trust you know what to do. And also exterminate any officer or Clanarian with knowledge of this, classify it as an attack of the terrorist group 'Xaifrerbers' ".
The commander had made his decision, and Gray just like any reasonable soldier serving at the 'Nola Region' chose not to dissuade him. He was just some guy under the man who was under the man under the men. Speaking out of line once, and it was off with his head.
"Then, sir" Gray spoke up "What do you plan on doing, if?, No, When the leaders of the Faith Nations get to know of this inherent deceit?".
The teenager was not that important, it was the lie for Gamo that mounted pressure.
Soldier Gray questioned, he had asked the million consumer pounds question, his words hid another meaning that the commander was smart enough to capture, 'Was it worth it?'
The commander knew that if he was caught for the act of 'Monopolisation of an intelligence intermediary', the results would be unsightly.
He remained silent for a few moments.
Soldier Gray interpreted his silence as a gesture of indecisiveness and held back any words.
"Let them come", Pixler said. " Its a one for won chance after all. We play it big or we sign to death"
The Commander chuckled slightly under the silent gaze of his soldier.
"Let them come!".
His chuckles gave way to a mad bout of laughter.
'Ah.. Gamo'