Stepping over a lifeless body, Samuel stopped, for the
briefest second, listening, before moving at speed not normally possible. He’d
made a promise and, once made, he swore to never, ever, break that promise.
True to form, doing as he should, that was why he was here right now. Making
things right.
He didn't need help, any assistance, despite the
overwhelming odds, as this is what he did and he did it well. Problems were
only solutions in disguise, the never-ending development of change, adaption,
overcoming and progressing. Strive, learn, change, become more and move
forward. Even if he did have to take backward steps, towards what once was,
he’d make sure that they were necessary.
They’d taken her, from him, in the middle of the damn night. Cowards, hiding within the lack of light within this world, which was something that he couldn't abide by. They, for that, deserved no quarter or haven. Whomever stood within his way, on this day, would soon stand apart while facing down on the cold, hard, soulless floor.
There was something special out there and he knew this, felt
this, even tasted it within his very veins and that feeling could never be
replaced. Should never be replaced. That feeling being the thought of holding
someone special against you and because of that, when they did what they did,
he only had one course of action.
At first, he’d played it smart, scoped the scene, felt the
air around him, used the strongest weapon he had at his disposal and that
weapon, above all, meant that he could accomplish anything. His mind studied
muscle, the development, the pure science behind such things, which resulted in
the suit he was wearing right now. Tiny electrodes, placed at strategic
locations across his musculature, along with a small amount of technical know-how,
removed the mental safeguards that kept him from using the near full force of
available strength. The boost, from adrenalized flooding, already meant that he
was beyond a normal person but, with the additions, he truly could move faster,
stronger, than biology allowed.
Shaking his hand, the skin around his fingers feeling the
effects of exertion, he stepped back with his left leg and bent over backwards
as the baton flew inches from his face. They were fast, trained, lethally so,
but they were outmatched. As the baton moved in front of his face his right arm
moved up to grab mid flight, stepping back once more literally lifting the
guard off of the floor only to be brought down to an elbow upper-cut. Out cold
the guard slammed to the floor.
Only one more door to smash through, a few more seconds
before he reached her, knowing that he’d left this for far too long. Before he
reached the doors they automatically opened, inviting him, tempting him to step
forward. He did, with no fear, as fear didn't matter one small bit when all you
cared about was another person’s safety.
Looking across the room, barren white walls all around him,
his eyes focused onto her face. A sudden rush of emotion hit, embraced him,
blinding him to the punch that knocked him to the floor. Shaking his head, the
light blacking in and out, as he strained against the fact that his brain had
literally just moved inside his head. Trauma, neurotransmitters overloaded, he
closed his eyes and screamed as hard as he could. He had seconds, mere seconds
before they’d be upon him and that simply wouldn't do.
The moment his eyes opened again he moved like lightning,
blood literally flying through his body once again driven by adrenaline. In
front of him stood one single, solitary, individual. As he fought the
concussion threatening to overwhelm him, with the seconds afforded to him, he
took in every single detail. In front of him stood a large man, strong, built,
probably the last line, focused on obliterating anything that walked through
the door. Giving his head one last mild
shake Samuel stepped forward.
With dramatic speed he jabbed, as the man easily moved his
upper body to the side and, as he leaned, brought forward his right fist into
Samuel’s waist. It hurt. It hurt far more than anything he’d experience before
and, as he stumbled backwards, he exhaled and coughed.
Surprised, despite
his advantages, he didn't truly expect something like this. Confidence, as he
knew, could be your ally or demon. Raising his arms the punches arrived thick
and fast. He felt the bruises quickly form, as the elbows hit his skin,
smashing into his bones, blood starting to appear from the various cuts. Through the gap he could see her, waiting, a
defiant look in her face. He knew that she wouldn't have gone with them without
a fight. She was ferocious, a fiery flame filled fireball of anger, love,
passion and thought.
Seeing her, the look on her face, fuelled him, pushed him,
to break his defensive stance. As a fist flew he moved forward, to the side,
narrowly missing the fist meant for his face. With as much strength, as his
adjusted frame could find, he moved to his side smashing his shoulder into the
assailant’s body while grabbing the outstretched arm, pulling the guy back
before he even had a chance to fly backwards. The body to his side jolted as he
brought his shoulder up into the man’s chin and, immediately after, letting go
to spin around with a left punch. The man fell, unconscious, to the floor.
Hurting, bleeding, Samuel hobbled forward and, eventually
once reaching her, fell to his knees, “I would never let anything happen to
you!” She smiled, kissing his lips, safe, rescued and alive. Samuel smiled and
blinked three times.
GAME OVER. YOU WIN.
Derek removed the helmet, sticking his finger into his nose,
that had been itching for hours. He’d
finally completed the game, got the girl, destroyed the itch and was now ready
for a shower.
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