Damselflies And Dragonfly (8—Last Part)
“…” Phesx Caolia stood with his back hunched. The guards looked at him and fell silent. A strange occurrence developed, where Phesx became their center of attention. Not only around, but through the available cameras, too. Phesx looked back at the first guard that shot him, or one of the few, as his mask fell from his face.
It was so broken, with far too many accumulated hits from before and during this last barrage of bullets. The red became dull and cracked little by little, falling to the ground like sand between one’s fingers.
Phesx had no thoughts in his head, he only felt. And right now, all he could sense was the deterioration of his patience and the restraining in his mind. He looked at the soldier whom he heard fire first.
On the other hand, the guards stopped. Some still held their firearms up to their waist level, but they all looked at Phesx’s face. This ‘monster’. The one the entire building had come to fear without knowing, and was capable of doing so much with just the strangest of movements from his body… was just a teenager? Maybe almost an adult?
They all hesitated. How could someone so young…?
SLAM. Splash! Vwium~, trrrr rrrrr rrrr rrrrr rrr- bang, bang, bang, bang bang bang bang! Pwurf, pwurf, pwurf, pwurf…!
Phesx’s eyes widened, and his fists clenched while his toes desperately pushed each other up and down in his shoes, of which a gunshot penetrated from their soles out their bridge. Only once, but Phesx could already feel the pain and hindrance it would be at continuing on.
Phesx’s left arm pushed that guard to the wall on his left, followed by the guard’s chest caving in before Phesx’s arm pushed harder against the guard’s chest, still up against the wall. The guard’s body instantly stiffened, with his limbs unnaturally stretching out like fences.
Blood exploded from his chest as it finally gave in with Phesx’s left arm, which his cloak, in a poor state, was only hanging on to some hold before finally sliding to the floor. The exoskeletal bion took many by surprise, but they did not think of it that much, other than good protection.
After exploding the guard’s body, at least his torso, Phesx looked behind him before sticking his back against the wall. He lifted his left arm and looked before him, crouching and trying to protect his body for what was to come.
“Kiiiiiil him!” A guard finally shouted at the top of their lungs. The guards opened fire, riddling Phesx with bullets and the desire to kill him, but all they did was being blocked off or deviated effortlessly. Phesx remained crouched as more collateral injuries and casualties occurred in the middle of the stairs.
After they finished shooting, with some reloading, and very few who had already finished reloading, Phesx exited his little corner. He held his submachine gun and aimed it at the guards. This time, it wasn’t meant for their torsos or limbs, but with an exception, perhaps. Their necks.
Phesx aimed at their heads. Then, he started firing at them.
Trrrrrr rrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrr… Every time he pulled the trigger, everyone around him died. It had suddenly become a horrendous day to live in. Guards fell without any resistance, so helpless to face a single ‘man’. They were ultimately helpless, and even when trying to take Phesx down and execute him, Phesx would just break their necks, either by hitting it directly or snapping them to the side.
Else, Phesx would opt to break through their visor or grab their helmet and shake it until they had real problems in there. Phesx didn’t stop moving even as he dispatched the ‘heroes’ wanting to tackle him and kill him with just their ‘little’ lives in the line.
Whoever Phesx didn’t have time to immediately kill with his bare hands, he would just aim at their heads after hitting them down. Despite the guards’ target walking from side to side and killing them, not slowly, they just couldn’t accurately hit the traitorous scum.
When Phesx littered a bout of corpses on the stairs, with a few more wrists grazed by bullets, and his face becoming slightly bloody with a few streaks streaming down his skin, he turned around and aimed his gun up. He actually stopped descending and returned to the previous floor above to kill the remaining enemy he hadn’t incapacitated enough before.
One by one, Phesx killed them with his submachine gun, and he did the same with the others who were unconscious, successfully defeated and bashed down before. No one was allowed to just be hurt, or fall into a coma, no one deserved to live after he began killing.
Of course, Phesx couldn’t just return upstairs and kill others. He had no idea when the authorities would arrive, not just the police. He was getting out of time, and his patience was all gone. Phesx knew he could no longer ‘endure’.
After finishing off the people in that floor, Phesx returned to the stairs, which some guards took advantage of in his absence to advance and take him by surprise. Unfortunately, Phesx was already aiming in their direction before they met with him again. The night continued, and it had only just begun with the cage’s gate broken open.
Trrrr rrrrr rrrrrr rrrrrr rrrrrr rrrr rrrrr! “AAAAGH!” - “No- hwawaaaaa!” - “Ocfgh… why…” - “Heavens…dammit… it all… all.”
The guards cursed and talked their last words before Phesx finished a couple dozen more and finished them off one by one, walking down the stairs to meet more enemies. Of course, he didn’t just aim at the front far like an idiot waiting to be turned into a beehive the moment a bullet hits just the right spot in the best time, for them.
Phesx rushed at them, using pivots they didn’t know about. He also grabbed a few slender corpses and took their helmets off, using their bodies and vests to cover his torso and legs. Meanwhile, he looked ahead for the bullets’ trajectory.
His instincts weren’t heightened, but his head was focused like a mad rat. Rushing into the guards who were half morally hesitating and half going all out to kill this disaster of Lýmoca, Phesx bashed into them. He threw the corpses, now turned into disgusting messes, to the sides, hitting some other parts of the crowd before hanging his firearms around his neck while stealing some from the guards and using them to kill their owners’ colleagues.
Phesx… wasn’t stopping. His body asked him to sharpen his nails and teeth, trembling as he could feel each pore of his body opening, his skin becoming ultra sensitive. Phesx lunged between the guards, grabbing their helmets to either shoot their heads from whatever angle or to twist, break, punch their necks until they were on their way to dying immobile or breathless. All while their comrades kept fighting the monster, ignoring them to focus on serving the nation.
Phesx mowed lives down the stairs, dodging so many bullets from simple motions of his head until he no longer felt they were dangerous. They didn’t feel like gunshots anymore, but more like pesky flies trying to hop into his mouth or nostrils.
In the subsequent floors, it was a never ending hearing of the Lt guards reporting the greatest terror in their lives, just before collapsing and adding to the number of losses. The oldest guards on the main floor were semi paralyzed. They just didn’t know how to respond to any of this.
“Send reinforcements! Send reinforcements now!” - “He can’t be stopped! Why are we still heeere?!” - “The traitor- cough! AAAAH!” - “He’s fucking dodging everything!! Even our bloodied spit! What the fuck is this? We’re all gonna DIE!!” - “This is impossible…!” - “Heavens…”
Phesx continued going lower and lower, descending the floors as he wielded his everything. From his firearms to those of the guards, using everything at his disposal to keep his ammunition reserves intact, but there were just too many.
The further Phesx descended, the more he felt the heaviness of his actions. He didn’t feel guilty about killing these ‘innocent’ people who only wanted to kill him, but the time…
Phesx continued killing everything he found, having taking so many lives in just a few fair minutes that not only did he forget how many times he’s squeezed, twisted, broken, punched, and unnaturally stretched necks. He just didn’t see the difference anymore.
Everything he did was much like any other thing he did before, just the same. Phesx began running down the stairs at some point, when he realized something different in the last 3 floors before arriving at the main floor. They were… retreating, at last.
Phesx frowned, already imagining the building had been classified to a higher alert hazard of sorts. He fought off a few more guards who decided to stay. Some even rushed at him, but he dispatched them with a wave of his hand and a quick, single movement to kick or punch them several times to the death.
When Phesx arrived at the main floor, there were only a few fleeing guards who didn’t dare to look back after noticing he was coming down. Phesx wanted to leave and be on his way, but he noticed the breathing sounds in the ceiling and hiding around the pillars.
Slowing down, Phesx still said not a thing as he walked into the middle. He was wounded, yes. But while his armor was perforated numerous times, drawing blood from his open skin quite a bit, his body wasn’t as bad as it had been in the past. Even then, many parts of his armor had been worn off. Although they hadn’t achieved their purpose yet.
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Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap… Phesx stopped in the middle. After a few seconds, cloaked figures emerged from the darkness. Or at least they thought they did. Phesx looked ahead as if not noticing them, letting them group around him, taking the entire entryway hall.
Most came down from the ceiling, hanging from ropes to soft land on their feet. Their cloaks made a bit of noise, which Phesx wasn’t shy to show his scorn towards such. Many reacted to this, but they didn’t move. Phesx also noticed some Instructors around him, about 4, beside the 100+ Artistas prepared to kill him, feeling at ease.
Phesx spun on the spot, looking at everyone in formation, slightly separated every few meters before an Instructor yelled, sounding annoyed to be here, perhaps. “It’s been a while! Strap his arms again!”
A few Artistas lifted their palms, faced Phesx Caolia with them, and shot white straps to his forearms, keeping his comets at bay. Phesx looked down at his new, ‘renewed’ handcuffs. Yet, his expression remained impassive.
“Take him down-” The Instructor who raised his voice earlier shouted with his arms crossed. All the red masks nodded before a group on Phesx’s left acted, rushing towards him. Yet, when the Instructor was still finishing his sentence, Phesx leaned lazily to the left. He seemed to fall, but his body only lowered until his chest was half a meter above the floor. Then, he dashed towards the Instructor. His speed… was too much!
“!” The Instructor’s eyes widened, but there was nothing that could be done now. Phesx wore a raging, impassive expression as he looked up at the Instructor and as the others looked at them from the side. His right hand pushed forth, showing a simple palm and ordinary nails aiming at the belly of the Instructor.
PLAGHK- fwuosh! Phesx’s hand tapped the belly, bizarrely stabbing inside before dragging out the first things he found. Intestines brawled out of the Instructor’s belly the moment Phesx drew his hand backwards with a forceful motion. Then, as the Instructor felt his breath weaken, Phesx moved to the side, avoiding a few small pistol bullets that continued shooting ahead to be avoided by Artistas, he punched the right side.
The Instructor felt his ribs breaking. His eyes uncontrollably shook, thinking, ‘Isn’t he supposed to be tired?! If the guards didn’t kill him, they should’ve at least exhausted him half to death!’
But that was the last of him. The instructor’s senses dulled. He didn’t know when Phesx appeared on his left side, avoiding more bullets that flew past his back, and struck his left chest with another punch from the side, this time direct.
The instructor felt his heart collapsing from within, with his insides tightening as his body fell to the right, but he couldn’t discern the latter until his heart was smashed in his chest from the fall.
Bang bang bang! Phesx took his medium pistol out and fired, shocking the incoming Instructors who dodged to the side, but one of them had his left knee half-hit. His knee went flying, disappearing from his leg, with his body impulsed up towards the left from the force behind the shot.
Immediately after, his abdomen was shot, leaving a hole the size of a baby’s fist with ruptured skin and gooey mix of organs, flesh, and blood in its contours. It was so bad that the Instructor was rotated forwards, throwing his head helplessly backwards with the speed as its body rolled in the air.
And just as the back of the Instructor’s head faced Phesx, the latter shot it. The former’s body flew backwards, but it rotated until it found itself forcibly stopping when smashing to the ground with a rapid speed, leaving a star blast-like mess of its contents around it.
PAM. Phesx sidestepped to his right, lifted his right arm, and stopped a bion gauntlet from hitting his face by a few inches as his arm held an Artista’s elbow. Then, Phesx stored his pistol before using his left index and middle finger to stab the Artista’s throat.
With the Artista’s neck snapping as an extra, Phesx knitted his eyebrows in fury, throwing the corpse to the side before lunging to his left. His exoskeletal arm helped him break through some bions and Artistas firing at point blank at him.
Phesx struck jaws before striking the mouths, noses, eyes, and finally their brains. His right hand found a submachine gun before throwing himself to a tall Artista. The Artista held his shoulders together and lifted him in the air so they could strike him, but Phesx unnaturally moved his body in the air to face the floor, twisting the Artista’s wrists and facing the crowd of enemies.
Bullets were shot towards him from the sides, in the distance, and directly from above. While Phesx didn’t have many hopes to avoid being hit like this, he still activated his bion arm’s deviating force, trusted his armor, and pulled the trigger before beginning to fall down.
Plop- trrr rrrr rrrr bang, bang, bang! Trrr rrrrrr rrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrr! Phesx fell flat on the floor, followed by many muzzles pointing at him, but he rolled into someone’s legs in between and stood up as gunshots went off. He climbed the Artista’s back before he and everyone else knew it.
Phesx landed his knees on the shoulders before firing away, starting by making holes in the back of the Artista’s head, whose standing back was his seat. As the Artista fell, Phesx sprayed bullets around him, checking for everyone as his senses started becoming hyper sensitive.
“Kiiiill him!” - “Down with the filthy traitor!” - “Get him! Come ooon!”
Phesx rolled on the floor after killing several Artistas. The remaining 2 Instructors waited at the sides. They saw all these dozens of Artistas working together to fight Phesx and realized… they might also all die. Thus, not wanting to participate in being killed as ruthlessly and disgustingly as Phesx made it to be, they waited for an opportunity to claim his life without being touched.
But that didn’t mean Phesx would do the same. After discovering their positions from their footsteps, exhaled breaths, and the sensations of their eyes on him, Phesx dashed towards them!
The Instructors noticed, turning around to start running, but…
Pfsst. Phesx’s right forearm stretched a comet under his armor, directly reaching the tailbone of an Instructor. The latter’s eyes couldn’t widen, but they shook. They turned to face the ceiling as they fell on the floor, with Phesx rushing his way about, spinning in the air with both arms extending a comet outwards.
Phesx arrived before the immobile Instructor who could only move and twitch after cutting through oh so many Artistas’ necks, faces, chests, and bellies. All Artistas trying to block Phesx’s way to murder the Instructor were finished quickly but painfully.
Phesx stood before the Instructor as the others were afraid. They also looked at the metallic brown blades, shocked and startled shitless. How could he use them after they just strapped him?!
But as they shared the same notion, Phesx pointed his comets’ tips to the Instructor’s face before rapidly slashing it multiple times, leaving only unrecognizable skin, blood, organs, and parts of the skull.
Then, Phesx looked up to his left while taking his medium pistol out and fired it to his right, killing 3 Artistas in 1 go with the first one blown backwards with the bullet, smashing onto the others as they died.
The Instructor showered with impenetrable black eyes cared no more. What status was important if there was no life to have it? The Instructor took to flee with his numb feet, pushing Artistas away as Phesx commenced his hunt towards the outside!
Phesx Caolia chased the Instructor outside, along with the Artistas inside breaking their formation. They went after him. And as Phesx exited the building, he saw even more shadows waiting outside as a light rain fell on Sargonde. More came sliding down the building, forming half a circle to trap him with the building on his back.
“AAAAGH! No, wait!” Phesx was much faster than the Instructor. Ignoring the watching figures already outside, cloaked and with red masks, Phesx hit the Instructor’s spine, paralyzing him as he could only mouth before Phesx disfigured his face while turning and straddling him.
“…” After making another mess, Phesx looked at the rain droplets falling on the Instructor’s disgusting face, no longer looking like something that ever lived. The rain dilated the blood on his face and spreading to the ground. Phesx slowly stood up, with more of his armor broken, looking at the Artistas before him and to his sides.
These were probably the ones waiting atop the building rooftop. After realizing Phesx just wouldn’t come out from the windows, they must have followed him all the way down to the streets. The small free space before the building entrance was now partially filled by them, the other part by the Artistas who had been waiting at the main floor, now also outside.
Phesx looked back with a terrifying glare. Eyebrows knitted, eyes becoming murderous, and mouth twisting akin to a wolf threatening its enemy or prey, but relaxed. He returned to face his front, as 2 halves encircled him, forming a complete encirclement, unless Phesx could fly.
“How did you get rid of the straps? They were working just fine before.” An Instructor from the rooftop party asked, shouting without moving an inch forward. Phesx didn’t even bother looking at the person, turning his head left and right.
Meanwhile, his body trembled a little…
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter… The rain became a little stronger, forming poodles everywhere in this open space. Phesx felt his nails sharpening, occasioning him to lift his chin and relax his neck, letting it ‘fall’ back into his shoulders a couple of seconds later.
His teeth felt wondrous, freed. Phesx lowered his head, feeling the most peaceful he’s been so far. He breathed in and out so swiftly and without feeling restrained. Then, Phesx slowly lifted his head, gazing at the Artistas before him without an ounce of care, respect, or regard.
“Hmph.” An Instructor noticed this and harrumphed. The fact that Phesx just chased an Instructor like it was a little kid and killed them so easily did affect their mindset, but it was not something to make them dread him.
“…” Phesx said nothing, he just stated walking forward. His current comets were still as new. His shoulders moved up and down, slightly back and forth. A small gap that a bion blade made before exposed a bit of his left shoulder skin, but his exoskeletal arm protected it from any harm.
Phesx’s walk became a trot, a light one, as he headed towards the rooftop party. Then, it became a run, but of an ordinary velocity, before it finally turned into Phesx’s all-out speed!
“!” The rooftop party’s eyes widened, trembling a bit. Phesx suddenly streaked into them like a motherfucking madman. His comets already made skin, limbs, eyes, and blood fly into the air before anyone had the chance to scream out of panic. But in no time, it became that nobody could scream out of fear instead.
Artistas had such extreme senses, so there were still gunshots here and there that claimed no comrades’ lives or injuries, but Phesx directly ignored it all. He opted to take anything coming towards him… while killing more than 1 enemy per attack they made towards him in exchange.
Phesx didn’t even bother checking their numbers, calculate them. They were well in the hundreds, maybe just a few, but they were all special agents, as they are ‘colloquially’ called on the internet.
With his arms swinging at his sides, slightly to the front or back, and his nails surprise-mutilating anyone who went past his comets’ long reach, Phesx’s upper body became partially bloody as a heavy rain fell upon Sargonde!
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