Part 8

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Part 8

“Mark! MARK!”, “I’m here, Yoh. Chill out.” answered the man while shrugging off dust from all over his body. “Where’s Captain? Can you find him?” asked Torandis. “No, I’m afraid I can’t sense anything. Did you see that guy? The flames, the explosion? What was he?”, “I’m not sure, but he might be our guy. I don’t think he left much of a chance for Captain. Look at us, we are pretty beat up, and we are strong as steel. I don’t hope to find Captain.”, “What do you propose we do now, since you’re in charge?” asked Yoh. Mark jumped to a nearby building and stared for a while. He then made an odd-looking frown and said “I got him!”. They went back to their normal states and made way toward the direction Mark sensed. Could this really be the infamous son of Jerome and Martha? “Why didn’t they just give us a photo?”, Torandis thought, “It would just be easy to find him.”

Awkward enough, they reached a seemingly busy part of town. The people there were working, walking on the street, driving their cars, as if immune to the impending dangers out there. The team found this disturbing, but in fact, there was no reason to worry, the nearest genarian they could sense was over 5 kilometres away! From here, no smoke could be seen, only the dark sky. A passerby asked them “Hey, are you Union soldiers? I heard on the news we are at war. Have you come to save us?”, to which Mark answered “Not exactly, we are looking for a companion of ours. Have you seen something strange?”. The man left running, and turned a corner. The team pursued, but cautiously. Around the corner there was the man, with a ripping grin upon his face. They sensed many people approaching. “Fly with me!” Mark said. They jetted out of there as fast as possible. They didn’t know why, but something felt dangerous. Why were those people there? So many questions and so little time to answer them. They found themselves in a broad avenue. People were swarming from all around them, and they kept running. Finally reaching a sea of people, Mark shouted “What are you doing? We can help, we are Union soldiers. What do you want?”. “Yes, you are Union soldiers. You said you would protect us. But you let us down!” said a lady in the crowd, “What have we done? If something happened, you have reason to be mad at us, but we can try to fix it.”. Mark was sweating, he felt something was up. But the feeling to fulfil his mission didn’t allow him to run. “You let our parents die.” said the lady again. “Mark, I know what’s happening! Wake up!” yelled Torandis. She turned to Yoh and said something, but she didn’t understand, for Torandis’ mouth had erupted in blood. Mark and Yoh grabbed her as she fell. Her back had been perforated, and was bleeding heavily. Mark got thrown with a strong impact into the crowd, and Yoh was swarmed by it.

“We got a lock, Sir. Should we take it?”, “Fire at will. My boys will be fine.”. Commander Thuman Olyve wasn’t sure about that at all, but what could he do? The helicopter fired several rockets and machine gun rounds. The genarian stopped beating Yoh and looked up, deflecting the projectiles, but the helicopter kept shooting. In one single move, the foe flew up in the air and punched a hole right through the fuselage. He got right back to the ground as the helicopter crashed against a building with a big explosion. The grabbed Yoh, but Mark stood up behind him and drew his pistol. He aimed for the head and pulled the trigger, but the bullets passed straight through the genarian, who turned around and attacked Mark, breaking his jaw. Torandis got up, still bleeding seriously. Mark saw it, and got up, he jumped at the enemy, and armed a punch. Hitting the genarian’s blocking hand made a shockwave strong enough to crack the ground under them. That’s when they heard the cars, the tanks, the jets. The cavalry was coming. “Just come with us, we don’t want to hurt you. We just want to help you accomplish your mission.” said Mark, “Why should I help you, only to be disposed of later? Your people didn’t care the first time, they won’t care the second. What difference does it make if I kill you or them? You both killed my parents.”