Chapter 7
Making his way to the higher levels of the caverns, the rumblings of explosives and the shattering of the earth could be felt everywhere, growing stronger and louder. Making his way up, John got his first taste of the intruders. Standing in the tunnel was a massive, ten foot tall humanoid robot.
Scanning its surroundings, it was strapping explosives to the cavern entrances that had previously been explored. Noticing John down the hall, the robot immediately activated the submachine gun on its shoulder. Firing on full auto. Rat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat. Laying down a line of fire, John flexed his new armor, sprinting and tanking the bullets, as he raced to the machine.
Boom! Smashing into the robot, he crushed it into the cavern walls. Boom! Screech! Tearing into the machine in front of him, his ripped the robot in half, and pulled off its main weapon. Bending and ripping the steel metal like a cheap plastic. Screech! Finished with the robot, he followed the path it had taken, looking for other intruders.
Half an hour later, the tunnels went silent, with no other explosives, or gunfire, in the cavern maze. Finished crushing the intruders, John began walking back to the lower tunnels, but stopped, discovering a new robot crawling into the area.
This new robot was different than the others, and had no weapons or explosives. The robot rolled around on its chassis, and tracks, and had a large six by six foot screen, pushed up a few feet from the ground. Wondering what they were trying to pull now, John waited by the machine as it powered itself on.
Once the screen was fully powered, red flashing text began playing, along with a shrieking, piercing sound, coming from the built in speakers. Reading the scrolling, repeating words, it read, “Surrender now, this is your last chance. Surrender now, this is your last chance.”
Growing increasingly infuriated, John heel stomped the robot, smashing through the steel plating, until he felt his foot making contact with the dirt underneath. Boom! As the robot lost its power, John began feeling massive vibrations coming from the surface. Thinking of going to see what was happening, he felt something covering the caverns entrances, and felt a strong wind blowing into the tunnels.
Unsure of how to react, he began smelling something strange in the air, and felt his skin starting to burn. Feeling his lungs screaming in pain, anger flooded his thoughts. “Bastards! They're using gas?!” Sprinting down to the lower floors, and using his magic to make new root barriers, John flew down into the tunnels.
Coughing up blood, and bits of his lungs, he began panicking for his wife. Knowing the chemicals would reach her before he could, he made a hard decision. Using the remainder of his magic, he cut himself, and the gas, off of the path leading to her, and made a new tunnel next to her, leading outside.
Feeling the rush and thickness of the gasses and chemicals drowning him, he dug himself into the side of the walls, and tangled himself into the roots as a last ditch effort to protect himself. There he passed out, hoping that he had done enough. However, he would soon discover, that not all wishes were granted.
Waking up sometime later, he awoke to the panicked screams of scientists and doctors all around him."He's waking up! This is bad!" "Why isn't the anesthesia working?" "Hes at triple the dosage!" "I don't care give him more!" "I don't want this big ugly bastard waking up!" Listening, he started hearing the boot steps of soldiers marching, stopping a few feet from to him.
Using all the willpower he could grasp, he willed his mind to open his eyelids. Finally, pulling them open, he was met by a brightly lit medical and scientific room. All over the room, men in white hazmat suites and soldiers wearing gas masks, and full body suits were panicking.
The scientists looked to be rushing around, looking at computer screens and trying to find an answer for what was going wrong, and the soldiers appeared, extremely nervous, with their rifles trained on him.
Finally, his grogginess and numbness began to wear off, and he realized, he had been fitted by a feeding tube and Catheter. Looking around, he was fully nude, and exposed. While they were running who knows what kind of experiments on him. Not far from him, he could see a wall full of skin, blood, and even a few of his fingers and teeth in the lineup. Infuriated, he pulled up his arm, as the chains and cables groaned under the pressure.
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Snap! The first cable snapped, as the soldiers were given orders to open fire. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop. The bullets bit into him as his anger skyrocketed, giving him the determination to pull off the remaining restraints. Screech!! The metal restraints bent and snapped off, one by one, finally giving way completely.
Swinging his free arm he smashed through the armed guards, tossing them into the wall a few dozen feet away. With is free arm he snapped off the restraints on his second arm, and pulled out all the tubes and needles pushed into him.
Pulling off the last restraints from his waist and feet, he was finally free. Fully infuriated, he instinctually began tossing the fleeing soldiers and scientists into his mouth, one at a time. "AAAHHHH!!" "SOMEONE SAVE ME!!!!" Screaming in agony, men wept as they were eaten whole, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH!
Devouring every soldier and scientist in the facility, he began rampaging throughout the facility, releasing his fury. Boom! Boom! Boom! Knocking down the security doors, and devouring everyone he could find, he made his way down the corridor, only to suddenly be stopped dead in his tracks.
Opening the steel door in front of him, John was met with his worst nightmare. Standing in front of the main tank was Kristina. However, she was cut into hundreds of slides, and encapsulated in glass. From this, they seemed to be doing experiments on the plants fused to her, and looking for any differences in her body.
However, she was, without a doubt, dead. "...They ...killed her? …They …Killed …Her? …THEY KILLED HER!!!! WHYYYYY!!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!" His mind exploded with rage and fury, grabbing ahold of the nearest scientist, and swinging them like a bat against the floor and wall until there was nothing left except a wet squishing sound.
Exploding out of the lab, he crushed everything in his way. Biting off legs and arms, and inflicting as much pain and suffering as he could. “Ahhh!!! Please no!! Please stop!!” Barreling down the halls, he wouldn’t stop until the entire place was destroyed and burnt to the ground.
Finally making it to the end of the facility, he felt a gust of air coming from the ventilation. Rushing back to the lab he came out from, he began feeling the familiar sting of the chemicals and gas on his skin and lungs. However, this time it was not nearly as harmful to him. Thinking of what was happening he looked at his system page, finally understanding.
[Titan God System]
Welcome:
Name: John Thornheart
Race: Kandahar Giant (Nephilim branch) [adolescent]
Height: 16 foot 10 inch
Skills: Bloodhound, Forrest Jumper, Magic Sense,
Night vision, Venom immunity, Scale armor,
Poison resistance, Chemical/Gas resistance
Magic: Giants Nature Magic: Tree Magic: [Novice]
Magic Energy: 200
Life expectancy: 400 years
Evolution points: 205/160
System Mission: Return Montezuma’s water Orb to Edom. Reward: Racial Upgrade, Heart of OG, Crown of the Nephilim.
Knowing why the chemicals and gas's weren’t effecting him to nearly the same degree, he raced to the front, punching through the front barricade, and into a waiting army. The barricading army had multiple tanks, opening fire with their main guns as soon as he punched through the airlock and barricade.BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The tanks unloaded, punching a hole into his side. Bleeding, and infuriated. He rushed to the lead tank, bending the main barrel, and tearing through the hatch, snatching the soldiers inside, devouring and tossing them at other enemies. AAAHHH!!!!
Tossing the last soldier into the blades of the hovering helicopter, it chopped him into a fine dust, damaging the blades, and causing the helicopter to crash into the site. Jumping into the group of infantry, he devoured as many, as fast, as he could, and bolted to the Humvee, shoulder checking the vehicle, and causing it to flip on its side. BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! The remaining tanks fired again, and went full auto with their machine guns. The remaining helicopters and armored vehicles followed suite and began showering him in lead.
At the end of his strength, and not willing to let the murderers of his wife live free, he chose to flee. Promising himself to return and bathe the world in blood. Sprinting to a nearby tree, he disappeared. Losing their target, the gun fire sputtered out.
Knowing the strange magic that the giant had been known to use, the army began spanning out, looking for any vegetation in the area that might hold the giant. However, their search would prove futile, as he had dove into a strange, unknown land.
Looking around, the area was completely full of life, and vitality. Looking at the life forms flying and walking around, he realized, they were all extinct species on earth. However, despite how wonderful and beautiful this world was, he had nothing but vengeance and destruction on his mind. Puling up his system page, tears flowing down his face, he made up his mind.
[Titan God System]
Welcome:
Name: John Thornheart
Race: Kandahar Giant (Nephilim branch) [adolescent]
Height: 16 foot 10 inch
Skills: Bloodhound, Forrest Jumper, Magic Sense,
Night vision, Venom immunity, Scale armor.
Poison Resistance, Chemical Resistance, Gas Resistance.
Magic: Giants Nature Magic: Tree Magic: [Novice]
Magic Energy: 50
Life expectancy: 400 years
Evolution points: 260/160
System Mission: Return Montezuma’s water Orb to Edom.
Reward: Racial Upgrade, Heart of OG, Crown of the Nephilim.
Would you like to evolve? Y/N?
Yes!