All of Void's hair turned gray, a change dictated by his powers. Bullets surrounded him, but he ignored them, undoing his ponytail and throwing the hairband to the ground. His personality seemed different, distinct from before, almost like his views were separate from his past self. He watched the ammunition shrouded him in darkness, not even a sliver of light penetrating where he was. "They say the void is empty, but what about gravitons, neutrinos..." He clicked his tongue. "Whatever. It's not like any of you would understand what it means to lose yourself in emptiness. You all disgust me." He was talking to himself...

"Keep firing!" the chief said, moving her big black sword off her shoulder and in front of her body. She made her way through her men.

"It's been a while since I've taken over," Void number two said, clenching his hand into a fist as it was soon encircled by a black and white Tuam, and a small pink streak flared off his knuckles.

The chief stopped and tilted her head. She noticed a small pink light escape from the obscurity of thousands of bullets that cascaded the intruder.

"Kaboom." Void smiled as he punched the air in front of him. A beam of black and white Tuam paved through the bullets and hit the guards in front of him. The black and white ray exploded, and pink flares erupted out. The pink rays made their way toward every guard, zooming through their heads. Though, the chief blocked the beam with her black sword. But she couldn't move. The aftermath of the black and white explosion left ice wherever it hit; the frosty clear glaze attached her legs to the floor.

"This sucks," Void said with one eye open. "There's still thirteen of you left."

Several dead bodies lay on the ground, or if they weren't on the floor, they stood lifeless with ice formed over them. And even objects not touched by the rays were affected as frost in the air caused the surroundings to have a thick white coating of snowflakes. A coldness soared in the air.

Void scanned the area as he pressed his lips. Shaking his head, he clenched his fists — his persona was slightly atypical of his attitude... His powers undoubtedly had altered him.

The chief struck her sword against her frozen legs. She tried to break free, but the ice was thick; no matter the difficulty, she continued smashing away, not giving up.

Void jumped sideways onto the wall as black Tuam formed on the base of his shoe and detonated, breaking the brick wall and propelling him towards the second floor. He took a second to scan for all the living beings. He placed his hand in the air, black and white Tuam circulating around it. "Kapow!"

Thirteen circular rays of black and white Tuam shot out of Void's palm. On the circle's middle, a pink tail flared, and it cruised like a kite on a windy day. All the orbs targeted the "living" guards. Most of the fish people were already half-dead, but no matter, the balls glided into them and exploded, alleviating them from their misery.

Except for one person, the chief stood silent, her face looking at the floor. Blood dripped from her forehead to her chin. Half her face was burnt.

Void ignored the chief and walked towards a cell; inside it, a dead guard fell onto Vanilla.

Her eyes were closed as she screamed, trying to move the dead body off herself.

Void touched the bars, all the iron disappearing. The smell of fresh snow was in the air, a chill sweeping through the room. Throwing the guard against the wall, he shook his head, almost like he disapproved of the death. He lowered his body towards Vanilla, using his fingers to brush the fish's blood off her face. "Is everything alright, darling?"

"Uh," Vanilla opened her mouth, blinking.

Void broke her chains and handcuffs by touching them. "Don't worry, love. I'll save the day."

Vanilla blinked and walked past him. She pointed at him. "You... You aren't Void?"

"Come on, silly," he said, spreading his hair with his fingers. "Of course I am."

"The drugs must be getting to you-"

Void's eyes darkened, his face becoming serious. He grabbed Vanilla by the head, pushing her behind himself as a blade approached them.

A dark black sword was inches away from them.

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Void placed his palm in front of it. The blade sliced through his hand, cutting it in half. It crashed into the wall.

"VOID," Vanilla said. But without hesitation Void pushed her twenty feet to the left. She was tossed far away, though her landing was soft, thanks to Void's powers.

"What the fuck," he said, staring at his severed left hand. He turned around, looking at the blade, a chain was attached to it. "Fuck me..."

The chain was pulled, forcing the blade out of the wall. It made its way towards Void, but he jumped off the second floor, avoiding the weapon as it crashed into the other side of the prison, breaking the wall.

Void bit his lips, trying to use his powers to seal his severed hand, but it wouldn't work. He inhaled from his nose. "What the fuck did you do to me?"

"Right there!" the chief yelled. Two other troopers were behind her — almost as experienced as the chief. They were both six-foot fish and were twins.

Void slammed his right hand against the wall as he stared at his left hand and breathed through his nose. His middle finger was severed in half, and so was his hand, until his wrist. The blood dripped like a waterfall. He gave a devilish smile. "I'm gonna make you and your nation pay for that."

The fish twins held hands together and put their free hands up towards the intruder. "Ignite!"

One of the fish ignited small flames from his hand, and the other excreted oil — America's wet dream in a nutshell, but too bad it was a fish under the ocean and not in Iraq.

Void placed his hands in the air, blocking off the flames. He was surrounded by a light red fire with black smoke.

The chief's blade pierced through the flames and into Void's chest, slashing his skin fourteen inches wide; additionally, it was ten inches into his body.

Void grabbed the blade, trying to rip it out of himself, but it wouldn't budge; the weapon didn't let him use his powers. He looked forward at the flames and then at the blade as the chains moved forward. "Fuck me..."

The chief pulled her chains, yanking him forward through the blaze. As if he were a child on a roller coaster, he flared his arms and legs, fire engulfing his body. He was warm and toasty.

Void grabbed onto the chains attached to the sword. He mashed his fists onto it, trying his best to break them, but he couldn't. Something about the weapon didn't allow him to utilize his powers. He was hopeless.

The fish twins stopped their barrage. They halted since they risked igniting the chief, which wouldn't be ideal, plus Void was already melting like a marshmallow on fire.

The chief swung her sword left to right. She slammed an inflamed Void into the walls and prison cells, and as she did, shards of rock spread across the room, soaring through the black smoke that emitted from the flames.

Void let go of the chain and was forced to the chief's will.

Another crash, another, another. And another.

She didn't stop. Not like anyone could prevent her.

Void's eyes stirred in circles as his body was crushed into objects — his world was spun. But he didn't care. Nor did he mind the fire that burned him alive; he could hear the sizzling cracks of his body, like wood burning during a campfire. Not even detest was flowing through his mind. He was far past that. He was far past emotions. Whatever was left of him was now in the void.

The chief stopped. Void fell to the floor, his body still on fire. She dragged him towards herself. While she did that, the fish twins were near the other intruders; one fish held Zoork and the other clenched onto Vanilla.

Vanilla was wide-eyed, her mouth shuddered as she tried speaking, but she couldn't. All she could do was watch. She clenched her eyes closed as soon as the fire died down, showing what was left of Void.

Zoork was emotionless, his sight directly staring at the chief. His thoughts weren't delayed. He didn't even move an inch. His unhindered behavior was reminiscent of a person who lost everything. He lost everything.

The chief pulled her blade out of the charcoaled man — a crunch was heard as she yanked the ebony-colored weapon out. Her eyes avoided the lifeless corpse. Not even she wanted to see what was left.

"What about the others?" a twin asked.

The chief held her finger up and took a second to compose herself by closing her eyes and taking two deep breaths. She had never faced such an adversary before. "I'll..." She gulped and nodded. "I'll report this to the General and ask for his orders."

"Yes, ma'am."

The chief held one hand on her temple and pressed against it, waiting for her shared telepathic signals to reach the general, but nothing happened. She opted to spam her signals to the general.

Vanilla hyperventilated as she stared at a blackened Void. She couldn't look away.

Zoork didn't say a peep.

'Now's not the time.' A voice rang in the chief's head.

The chief's eyes lit up. 'I killed one of the prisoners-'

'Keep the remaining alive.'

'What?'

'Nera right now isn't the time. Bring the rest to the palace and have them in the audience.'

'Sir, wouldn't-'

'Nera.' The voice gasped, almost like he was running and speaking. 'My captive has escaped with the king.'

The signal ended.

"We need to move," the chief said. "We're ordered to take the prisoners to the palace."

"Yes, ma'am," the fish twins said. They pushed their prisoners forward, ignoring the dead bodies and destruction they walked past.

The chief turned around and stared at Void, a chill gazing down her body. She shook her head and walked with her soldiers. She bit her lips. "The other captive has escaped with the king."

Zoork continued forward, not batting an eye.

Vanilla looked like an owl. Her eyes bulged out in more surprise.

"We need to move," the chief said. "Pick it up."

They needed to move. After all, the general ordered it. But maybe it was due to the frigid and eerie feel that swept the room, and the source of that feeling was Void's lifeless corpse.

A chill wrapped around the chief, almost like a ghost, grabbing onto her neck and strangling her. Her heart thumped against her ribs as a freeze in the air swirled around, dropping colder by the second.

Death roamed the air.