Author's note: Feedback from some of my pals – gory. Hmmm. They're happy I'm killing Stephanie Sun, though. I do hope I'm spelling her name right.
Notice the Apple of Discord shows up again. I should fix an error in my first or second chapter, where it says 'the original Talisman in Greece' or something like that. It should say 'the Apple in Greece'. I know the Apple thing sounds totally lame but those of you who are familiar with Greek mythology it should almost make sense. It'll be revealed properly later.
In the name of my favorite movie, Miss Congeniality, world peace!
I DO NOT MEAN TO INSULT ANYONE OR ANYTHING, ESPECIALLY IN THIS CHAPTER. I DO NOT MEAN TO INSULT.
REMEMBER. VITALLY IN THIS CHAPTER, THERE SHALL BE NO INSULTING OR OFFENDING.
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It had just been eight days to the country's national day, and their local pop star, Stephanie Sun had been performing for free right there on Orchard Road for the sake of being something free in the country to commemorate.
Boom.
Something large and fiery seemed to strike all the tallest buildings at once – eleven in all. Within seconds, Orchard Road was just another crash site – just like the Mosques and Temples in the whole of Asia – and the whole of the world.
It was blatantly obvious that it was, above all, religion being targeted, and that the bombing of Orchard Road had been pure malice. Hundreds on hundred of innocent people had been killed, and Sun hadn't been seen since.
It was certainly a first, decided Lara, getting into her 'car'. Christian terrorism.
Just two weeks ago Wayne Goman, President of America, had gone completely berserk and bombed the Taj Mahal in India and several large temples in China, not to mention some prominent religious heritage sites here and there that could never be replaced. Churches were suddenly, efficiently, the new air-raid shelters all over the world.
Lara hadn't come here to shelter, though. She was after the second half of the Apple of Discord. It was true she'd gotten back the first half already, the Talisman of Ares, and she'd tried to get rid of it.
Big mistake.
Talismans of Ares clearly did not enjoy being discarded. Six rounds of bullets had come back at her when the safety of her gun had 'mysteriously' snapped, when she could swear it had been working perfectly. Lara considered herself lucky to get hit by a piece of flying shrapnel.
It was certain now that she would need the other blasted half too, which was already a threat in itself. Because even though now America wouldn't see much point in bombing down another temple or two, Asia would be bent on revenge. And that would naturally make America upset… again. Even if she could get the piece from Asia, it would take a miracle to bring peace to the earth again.
It was a vicious cycle.
She cast a sidelong glance at the scene out the window before pulling out of the lot. The one thing that stood out from the bland destruction was a grown man missing one leg, bent over the still form of a headless body, crying.
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Sorry this is so short. I myself was expecting something a little longer, but at least I managed to churn out this point. NO INSULTING. Hopefully I'll be able to write the next bit soon – don't count on it, exams. Anyway just as a preview, it'll be somewhere in a Grecian tomb, with a bunch of Greek gods and goddesses, traps, and yes, Alex West. At least I hope so. ; ) Thanks for all the support.