James Heller walked down the streets of the Yellow Zone of NYZ, pissed off at the world. Everyone walking by him had no idea what he was capable up. He was a god among mere men, yet he still felt helpless. He had been searching for his daughter for weeks, but to no avail. Even with all of his skills and newfound powers, the search had come up dry. And it was all thanks to that scum, Alex Mercer.
Alex Mercer… the mere mention of the name sent Heller over the edge. Even thinking of him almost made him consume a nearby pedestrian out of rage, but he stopped himself short. It would not be worth it, and that nearby patrol of marines wouldn't take kindly to him ripping apart and eating a civilian of NYZ. He smirked to himself; those men, and thousands more, were searching for him, but they had no idea that he was right next to them. Suddenly, Heller had an idea. A disgusting and horrific idea, but an idea nonetheless.
"Hey Kensworth, you feeling anything funny?" Kensworth turned around to address his squad leader, but before he could respond, he noticed a car flying through the air towards them. All Kensworth could do was yell "DUCK!" and tackle his squad leader to the ground as the car landed and exploding, taking out one of his squadmates, while the others were thrown about.
"Damn…" Heller muttered to himself, disappointed that he had no taken out more with the thrown car. "Now I gotta take care if this clusterfuck the old fashioned way…" He leapt up 50 feet in the air and propelled himself to the stunned squad of marines.
"What the HELL was that?" The squad leader yelled. Kensworth stumbled up to his feet, his ears ringing and dust in his throat. All around him were either screaming civilians or his squadmates running about, rifles raised and ready to take on the threat. As Kensworth was looking about, he noticed a figure flying towards them. He tried to shout a warning, but it was too late. The person landed arely 30 feet from them, cracking the concrete under him. Kensworth's eyes widened. It was Sergeant Heller!
Heller smirked to himself at the sight of the scared marines. He stood there in front of him, a living, breathing avatar of death and destruction. One of the marines in front of him steeled himself and raised his rifle, but Heller was too quick. As the unlucky young man raised his weapon, Heller dashed towards him, and with a single fluid blow, took his head clean of his shoulders. The decapitated corpse thudded to the ground. Heller glared at the other cowering Marines, and yelled "Who wants to die next?"
All Kensworth could do was watch as Heller ripped off Mikey's head. Mikey… the poor, naive farmboy who only wanted to help the citizens of NYZ. The abomination in front of him yelled, but he was too scared to understand what he had said. Beside him, his squad leader yelled "Up n at em, boys!" He raised his rifle and started to unload on Heller. The rest of the squad followed suit, including Kensworth. He tried to shoot at Heller, but his rifle wouldn't fire… it was jammed!
Heller grunted as the dozens of bullets slammed into him. They hurt, but barely more than splinters. The firing lasted for at least 10 seconds, as the scattered marines in front of him fired every shot they had. He stood there, with dozens of bullets inside him. He started to laugh, as their best efforts had done nothing but annoy him. He grunted, and forced all of the bullets out of his body. They all clattered to the ground in a symphony of demented music.
The next several minutes were gruesome and bloody, as Heller shattered limbs, ripped heads open, and split people in two. He did not discriminate between combatant and non-combatant, as any and all who crossed his path were mercilessly killed. He shifted between fists, claws, and tendrils as his rampage continued. He threw cars, consumed people, killed children… no one was safe.
