Arc 5: The Heart Within
Road to a Hero:
Three chances in another world
Chapter 18. Splatter
The streets continue to swarm with people. And with the staggering amount of people, Lincoln decides to begin making camps around the area instead of sending people to the slums. He goes from field to field, leading his men to victory by killing every member of the Sect in sight. His body is covered in blood, bits of bones, and guts. He started with six hundred men, and with the piles of experience he’s gained from his time leading armies he’s managed to keep five hundred alive as well as kill three hundred Anarchists.
Lincoln: “This is too damn easy…but we are completely outnumbered…at least we were.”
An Athens warrior runs up to Lincoln, completely out of breath.
Athens warrior: “SIR! Their numbers are lessoning…but we haven’t killed that many of them!”
Lincoln: “Yeah, I know. I think they’re retreating…for some reason. They might be thinning out their numbers, making it harder for us to get them all.”
Lincoln jumps onto one of the various big houses on the east side. He looks around at all the rich families losing their homes. Whether it’s the ones being burned down, or the ones collapsing due to the fighting inside and out. The east side, the rich side, the human side. Not a single Demi-human in sight, just old men with young wives. Aristocrats who have lived their lives with no issue in the world and choose to hate all the people under them. For a person like Lincoln, a man who came from nothing, no rich family, no amazing power, just his pure will. Having to help these people, forcing his soldiers, human and Demi-human, to save these blessed people is sickening for some, and aggravating for others.
Lincoln: “This is awful, all these rich as wholes believing that they are the ones who need savin’...hell if I wasn’t just a commander I woulda made sure no of these ass wholes needed to be saved…Maybe I would have gotten the kids but these racist ass wholes can all burn.”
Lincoln grabs his communicator and attempts to call the others.
Lincoln: “Hello?”
For some reason, no one picks up, either due to interference, distance, or their well-being.
Lincoln: “Damn useless thing.”
Lincoln feels a change in the air, like something emerging from the depths of hell itself. He’s drawn to it, like a moth to the flame. He wonders off to find a small group of Anarchists in their casual cloak attire, instead of the knight armor most of them are currently dressed in. Lincoln immediately attacks, cleaving through all of them in an instant. He turns around to see one of them stand back up, then one after the other they all begin to get up as well. They all fall to their knees and scream in pain. Even with all of their heads being crushed, they still somehow live. Lincoln goes to strike them down again, but he stops when he senses something behind him. He flings his arm backward without even turning his head, attacking whatever is behind him. But an intense feeling of dread fills him, forcing him to halt his attack and turn his head. Lincoln sees a man he’s never seen before. Blue eyeliner, purple lipstick, sunken black eyes, white skin, black hair with blue stands in it, a winked face, with a skin and bone body vailed in an oversized cloak. Lincoln is filled with a feeling unknown to him, something similar to fear, but to him, he sees it as a challenge.
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Prometheus: “I am Prometheus, and you must be Lincoln Valentine, The Dragon of Athens, the unstoppable force.”
Prometheus stretches his hands into the air and begins to laugh hysterically.
Lincoln: “First you start sending your men away, and then the ones you leave behind become zombies.”
Prometheus: “You have a sharp eye, you can see the truth.”
Lincoln: “What are talking about?”
Prometheus: “I know you can see the truth, and Musashi could as well. He left it to consume him, he saw the truth and fought it, but you can’t fight it. You see it, but you drown it out with booze. You’ve seen something you don’t want to -”
Lincoln flicks the air, propelling so much force that it pops Prometheus’ head. He turns around to see the zombified Anarchists start growing in size. They start mutating, arms breaking, stretching, with the legs doing the same. Their limbs become strong, pink, tendrils, made for killing. Lincoln rips through them, putting them in such a state to where if they got up again they wouldn’t be able to cause any damage. Lincoln turns around once more to see Prometheus standing without a scratch on him. Prometheus looks longingly at Lincoln, with a smile on his face. Lincoln flicks at his head again and watches as it reforms The brain, eyes, skull, muscle, and skin all regrow at once, returning to their original state in a second.
Lincoln: “I was told that Musashis last attack was used on you, and it didn’t work. I was kinda confused but now I see why.”
Prometheus: “Musashi was a failure. He did so much for the world but when it mattered he lost.”
Lincoln grunts, angered by the vampire's comment.
Lincoln: “You took his powers away, and his daughter on top of that. I would say it wasn’t fair…but the battle’s never fair is it.”
Prometheus: “No, it is not. But I do not think that his attack on me will be his final one, don’t you agree?”
Prometheus’ grin grows in size, causing Lincoln's hair stands on end.
Lincoln: “Does that mean…he’s still…”
Prometheus: “That is up for you to learn.”
Lincoln’s hand tightens, choosing to release that tension by swinging at Prometheus. The force blasts through Prometheus, putting a hole in his body. Lincoln gives Prometheus no time to heal, trying to squash him. Again and Again Lincoln attempts to kill Prometheus. Organs squished and ripped out, limbs removed, eye pushed in, and yet attack after attack he reforms. Prometheus attempts to touch Lincoln, causing Lincoln to react immediately, destroying the ground beneath him. Lincoln appears right behind Prometheus, then swings in the air, sending him flying back. Prometheus stands back up, dying from laughter. But even though Prometheus was already skin and bones, he seems even thinner than before. This leads Lincoln to assume that Prometheus is using his energy to return his body to a healed state, similar to how Caesar was healing himself.
Prometheus: “You know you are very barbaric.”
Lincoln chuckles.
Lincoln: “And you are very annoying, you also aren't very funny for a guy wearing clown makeup.”
Prometheus tries to continue talking but Lincoln is having none of it, deciding to attack him repeatedly. Seemingly no matter what Lincoln does Prometheus can get back up. Prometheus begins talking to Lincoln, even while he’s being brutalized.
Prometheus: “I’ve…never…seen…you…with…that…face…covering…before. Was….it something…Beatrix…gave you…?”
Lincoln: “If you mean that immortal assassin you sent after King Friod, then kinda. She was pretty strong I’ll give you that, I even awakened a new ability I never knew I had.”
Prometheus: “Oh really…now? I’d love to see it.”
Lincoln: “Sorry, but you’re not strong enough for me to use it on. If you wanted to kill me or Ryo, you’d have to attack with all your friends as you did to Kioshi and Musashi. Because this is just too easy.”
Prometheus: “You…may see this as easy…but your friend…Ryo…is having…a much…harder…time…with a…friend…of yours…”
Lincoln's eyes widen as he feels immense power awaken far away, in the western side of the capital. Something strange, different but similar at the same time. A power so great a baby would cry by being within a few miles of it. Lincoln turns to see Prometheus laughing as his body decays. His body decays, flaking and peeling off into the wind, gone in a second. Lincoln blasts away, heading right for Ryo.
Lincoln: “Ronin.”
End of Chapter Eighteen