World Domination
Ch. 13
A/N: Amazing. I consistently give y'all one thing, and now you can't live without it for one measly part. Oh well, if I bore you in this chapter, somebody should throw a shoe at me, or you can live with it.
Peterson checked the time, figuring out how long it would be till he arrived in Arizona along with 100 golem soldiers and the Golem Leader. Peterson nearly begged to remain at the Baltimore base but the large mechanical man refused to let him stay. There was now little authorized control at the Baltimore base and they had poorly trapped a squad of equipped marines who would shortly find their way out. The Leader on the other hand, seemed to be concerned to a minimum.
"15 minutes." Peterson announced to the platoon of Golem Soldiers. The Leader did not react and neither did any of the soldiers. "Sir, what exactly are we going to do?" Peterson knew the inevitable, but he was trying to get the Leader to become active.
"Very little." The Leader said, even though Peterson was expecting an answer like 'eliminate all who violated my rule,' but the Leader left it at that.
"Very little? What do you mean by that?" Peterson felt obligated to ask.
"Everyone there is already dead. We have to go in and destroy all evidence that we were ever associated with the complex."
"How do you know everyone is dead?"
"Those who play God die when they don't realize the responsibility they are forced to receive."
**
The Marines found themselves trapped in a portion of the shelter's complex. Johns and Price were on patrol as the rest sat in the holding cell compound, supposedly trying to figure a way out, but mostly remained silent. A voice from out of the group broke the silence.
"Guy-sh! I'm stuck again guy-sh!" The voice of the nuisance echoed through the vents.
"I can't stand that thing!" Logan yelled out. "Why don't we just go into the damn vents and fire a hundred rounds into its head and see if it dies."
"Vents?" Heston got up and spun in a slow circle. "There are vents everywhere in this place. We might be able to navigate our way through a vent and get on the other side of the door."
"Problem Corporal," Logan said in a louder than necessary voice. "None of us can fit in a vent. They're all too small."
Heston stared Logan down. "That thing that is stuck in a vent is about the size of an average person, and it is quite dumb. Harding is thinner than that thing and she can get the job done." Everyone looked over at Harding who was busy keeping Heiland conscious.
**
The Golem Leader knelt down and examined the limp body of Melissa Pearce. This was a surprising shock after seeing the charred bodies on the floor above. When he first saw the bodies, his first thought was that Melissa had caused it. He called over to a group of three golem soldiers. "She's still alive. Grab her, she might be useful." The cyborgs nodded and followed the orders, holding her up and waiting further instruction. The Leader loaded his rifle and pushed a few Golem Soldiers into the front line.
The Golems took a dozen steps into the underground base and ignited into flames. The Leader sighed to himself. "Just as I thought." He walked over to the unconscious Melissa Pearce. "Wakey wakey. Time to learn the meaning of sacrifice."
**
Harding had been in the venting systems for about 5 minutes, and everyone was eagerly awaiting her arrival to the other side of the door.
Aya turned and looked at Logan until he noticed. "Logan, please tell me who the Golem Soldier Leader is. We might be able to find a weakness if you share all of the information."
Logan turned his attention back to the vent Harding had crawled into, and listened to the desperate cries of the trapped ANMC.
Aya grabbed his hand and forced him to look at her again. She gazed into his eyes. "Please, I beg you."
Logan made the mistake of looking back into her icy blue eyes. This was one of his weaknesses. Aya knew it too. He sighed. "Jerome. Jerome Michaels is the man."
Aya glared at him. "You know very well that he died. I saw him die. He was eaten alive."
"You never saw him die. When he was in that corridor blasting away all those creatures, he only stopped not because he was attacked, but that a few Golem Soldiers grabbed him and dragged him away. He would've died anyway, but Golem tradition is that the man who kills the Golem Leader, he becomes the Leader. If you don't remember, Jerome killed No. 9. The few remaining doctors put advanced implants into his body."
"You know I can't believe that Logan. He was dead." Aya released his hand.
"No, you thought he was dead."
"I know he was dead."
Logan smirked. "You knew I was dead too, didn't you?"
**
The Golem Leader picked Melissa up as she began coming to consciousness, and dragged her past the Golems that were lying on the ground, charred, and deeper into the complex, beyond more deceased soldiers and workers of the organization. As he walked, he felt the pressure get stronger. He knew what he could take from previous experiences, and he knew that Melissa could take it just as much.
Melissa became wise to where she was and struggled her way out of the massive hands of the Leader. She also realized how crazed and active her mitochondria were feeling. "What do you want with me?" She uttered as she slowly stepped back.
"You are going to help me destroy Mitochondria Eve. You will provide a distraction while I make a kill. I can nearly guarantee your death, but if you do happen to survive, I won't kill you on purpose, but I will have to destroy your abnormal mitochondria.
A/N: Amazing. I consistently give y'all one thing, and now you can't live without it for one measly part. Oh well, if I bore you in this chapter, somebody should throw a shoe at me, or you can live with it.
Peterson checked the time, figuring out how long it would be till he arrived in Arizona along with 100 golem soldiers and the Golem Leader. Peterson nearly begged to remain at the Baltimore base but the large mechanical man refused to let him stay. There was now little authorized control at the Baltimore base and they had poorly trapped a squad of equipped marines who would shortly find their way out. The Leader on the other hand, seemed to be concerned to a minimum.
"15 minutes." Peterson announced to the platoon of Golem Soldiers. The Leader did not react and neither did any of the soldiers. "Sir, what exactly are we going to do?" Peterson knew the inevitable, but he was trying to get the Leader to become active.
"Very little." The Leader said, even though Peterson was expecting an answer like 'eliminate all who violated my rule,' but the Leader left it at that.
"Very little? What do you mean by that?" Peterson felt obligated to ask.
"Everyone there is already dead. We have to go in and destroy all evidence that we were ever associated with the complex."
"How do you know everyone is dead?"
"Those who play God die when they don't realize the responsibility they are forced to receive."
**
The Marines found themselves trapped in a portion of the shelter's complex. Johns and Price were on patrol as the rest sat in the holding cell compound, supposedly trying to figure a way out, but mostly remained silent. A voice from out of the group broke the silence.
"Guy-sh! I'm stuck again guy-sh!" The voice of the nuisance echoed through the vents.
"I can't stand that thing!" Logan yelled out. "Why don't we just go into the damn vents and fire a hundred rounds into its head and see if it dies."
"Vents?" Heston got up and spun in a slow circle. "There are vents everywhere in this place. We might be able to navigate our way through a vent and get on the other side of the door."
"Problem Corporal," Logan said in a louder than necessary voice. "None of us can fit in a vent. They're all too small."
Heston stared Logan down. "That thing that is stuck in a vent is about the size of an average person, and it is quite dumb. Harding is thinner than that thing and she can get the job done." Everyone looked over at Harding who was busy keeping Heiland conscious.
**
The Golem Leader knelt down and examined the limp body of Melissa Pearce. This was a surprising shock after seeing the charred bodies on the floor above. When he first saw the bodies, his first thought was that Melissa had caused it. He called over to a group of three golem soldiers. "She's still alive. Grab her, she might be useful." The cyborgs nodded and followed the orders, holding her up and waiting further instruction. The Leader loaded his rifle and pushed a few Golem Soldiers into the front line.
The Golems took a dozen steps into the underground base and ignited into flames. The Leader sighed to himself. "Just as I thought." He walked over to the unconscious Melissa Pearce. "Wakey wakey. Time to learn the meaning of sacrifice."
**
Harding had been in the venting systems for about 5 minutes, and everyone was eagerly awaiting her arrival to the other side of the door.
Aya turned and looked at Logan until he noticed. "Logan, please tell me who the Golem Soldier Leader is. We might be able to find a weakness if you share all of the information."
Logan turned his attention back to the vent Harding had crawled into, and listened to the desperate cries of the trapped ANMC.
Aya grabbed his hand and forced him to look at her again. She gazed into his eyes. "Please, I beg you."
Logan made the mistake of looking back into her icy blue eyes. This was one of his weaknesses. Aya knew it too. He sighed. "Jerome. Jerome Michaels is the man."
Aya glared at him. "You know very well that he died. I saw him die. He was eaten alive."
"You never saw him die. When he was in that corridor blasting away all those creatures, he only stopped not because he was attacked, but that a few Golem Soldiers grabbed him and dragged him away. He would've died anyway, but Golem tradition is that the man who kills the Golem Leader, he becomes the Leader. If you don't remember, Jerome killed No. 9. The few remaining doctors put advanced implants into his body."
"You know I can't believe that Logan. He was dead." Aya released his hand.
"No, you thought he was dead."
"I know he was dead."
Logan smirked. "You knew I was dead too, didn't you?"
**
The Golem Leader picked Melissa up as she began coming to consciousness, and dragged her past the Golems that were lying on the ground, charred, and deeper into the complex, beyond more deceased soldiers and workers of the organization. As he walked, he felt the pressure get stronger. He knew what he could take from previous experiences, and he knew that Melissa could take it just as much.
Melissa became wise to where she was and struggled her way out of the massive hands of the Leader. She also realized how crazed and active her mitochondria were feeling. "What do you want with me?" She uttered as she slowly stepped back.
"You are going to help me destroy Mitochondria Eve. You will provide a distraction while I make a kill. I can nearly guarantee your death, but if you do happen to survive, I won't kill you on purpose, but I will have to destroy your abnormal mitochondria.