World Domination
Chapter 17
Conclusion
"Figures that the Media shows up before our airlift," Heston said in monotone, watching a helicopter in the sky.
"You're forgetting. We're presumed dead." Roberts replied.
The Channel 2 news helicopter circled the destroyed area, catching footage of the flaming wreckage. There was a military helicopter showing up itself, but it definately wasn't an airlift. It was an Apache fighter.
Then without warning it became flaming wreckage itself when it violently exploded without warning. He helicopter motor and blades somehow survived the explosion, and still spinning, the blades were hurled downwards towards the group. Everyone fled from it, but Roberts was caught in it's path when it hit the wooden dock and took a sharp turn to the left, making a clean diagonal cut through his torso, then crashing into the water.
The Apache helicopter sped across the zone, firing down with its machine gun down to the group, following up with the launch of a couple of rockets. Heston was obliterated, found directly in the path of the rocket before he could do anything about it. Harding had been shot to death by the powerful rounds. She was a sitting duck, barely able to move.
"He's back!" Logan yelled, not knowing if anyone was still alive to hear him. He swam towards the shore, being in the water after diving in to get out of the way of the helicopter blades.
"I noticed!" Aya yelled to back to him, closer to the shore than he was.
"You have a weapon?" Logan asked her when she reached the nearest latter to climb back up to the concrete pier that the docks linked off of.
"No, I left them on the dock." She called back, helping him up the ladder. "We need to make a run for it."
"Hell no," Logan grabbed her shoulders and focused on her eyes. "If we don't stop him now, we'll never get another chance. He'll hunt us down and kill us without playing any of his mind games. He's pissed."
Aya stared back into his eyes. She was frightened. She wouldn't show it, but she was scared throughout her entire body. She reached deep within her soul to gain some bravado. She didn't really know what she was doing, but she was scared and wanted comfort. She never broke her eye lock with Logan as she reached up behind his head and bent his neck down, meeting his lips with hers. She held that embrace with the one she used to love, now learning that she had never stopped loving him.
Logan held the kiss with her, but was also the one to break it off as he held her in his arms, he rested his chin on her shoulder. He never knew how much he had missed her until now.
They both became oblivious to what was happening around them. Sirens were wailing, flames were hitting gas containers causing explosions. They didn't see the Apache lowering near the ground. Caught up in the moment, they woke up to reality only by the sight of each other's eyes.
The mounted machine gun on the Apache fired 3 rounds, all finding home into Logan's backside and penetrating through him, into Aya's torso, and beyond that. Aya collapsed backwards, Logan falling on top of her.
The pain screamed throughout her body. Her blood was pouring from her body, and Logan's was mixing with it. Aya's mitochondria went instantly to work healing her wounds and stopping her pain. It didn't ease for a while, but now Aya noticed Logan. He no longer could heal like she did. There was no sign of life within him.
His death this time was short, giving him no prolonged suffering. Aya knew inside her that this time he wasn't coming back. Aya closed her eyes and held him, tears now flowing down her cheeks into her already matted hair as she laid on the ground.
The helicopter had landed now, the blades still whirring in its infinite rotation. The pilot was in the front, dead. The blood was splattered all over the front window. Jerome, who had been in the back seat, wasn't there anymore.
Aya rose from out underneath Logan, gently setting his body down on the ground. Her rage was unmatched by any form of life on the planet. She began to levitate, her eyes glowing with a brilliant blue. Her back sprouted wings the color of a teal blue, ripping through the clothes. Her fair skin began emitting a brilliant white aura that singed all of her clothing off. She hovered there, searching like a hawk for its prey.
The thunderous crack let out, the bullet hitting Aya square in the chest, causing an explosion of flesh behind her. The bullet, that normally would split a torso in half with its force, had blasted through Aya, taking her flesh with it. The flesh, however, simply returned to her body as she regenerated in less than a moment.
Aya faced the location of the shot origin, her body showing signs of instability as it couldn't hold the immense power rising in Aya. Jerome didn't have time to reload as he was struck across the face in a roundhouse kick delivered by Aya, who had seemed to move at the speed of light to get next to him.
Jerome was flung far across an area clear of debris, much closer to the helicopter he had come in, where he had killed the pilot so the pilot wouldn't leave without him. Jerome struggled to his feet, just to get hit with another kick to his chest sent him underneath the Apache.
Jerome felt immense pain, even in his Golem Soldier form. He felt as his ankle was grasped, and he was dragged out underneath the helicopter by Aya. Her grip was crushing his joint, and she tossed him in the air, where he was diced by the ever rotating blades of the helicopter. The largest mass of his remains dropped 10 yards from the helicopter.
Aya's body was highly unstable now. The mitochondria had been forced to evolve even further, and her body was not suited to hold it. The cells inside her could be seen pulsing, trying to break through her skin. Aya let out a cry of a banshee, as her entire body seemed to harden and crack, extreme light searing through the cracks. Her biological form then began to compress, pulling together into a small, crumpled mess, before surging back out with tremendous power. The entire ground shook, nearby buildings that still stood crumbled, vehicles exploded, and then it all stopped, everything calming down.
Nothing was left but death and wreckage. Aya was gone. Her mitochondria had gone so unstable that the blast had vaporized her own body.
The upper torso of Jerome, the largest piece of him left, twitched as the mechanical devices in him began to stir again. Just the upper torso, one arm and the head was what was left of him, but the robotic consciousness came back to him. He felt a heated sensation. It was not from the blast emitted from Aya, but something different. He knew that his body still had mutated mitochondria in it, the reason he had lived as long as he did.
The heat got worse, the sensors in the machine of a man picked it up and stormed the knowledge to his brain. A meter in front of the torso, light seemed to refract. The wormhole opened, and out came Mitochondria Eve. A grin was spread across her evolved yet now beautiful body. Jerome felt himself being lifted by an unseen force, his body getting that sensation of mutation as all of his flesh began to remake itself, leaving behind all the mechanical parts of his cyborg form. He hovered in front of Eve, gazing into those emerald eyes. He smiled.
The two embraced each other, the energy created by the two spread through the entire ocean port.
Now, a worthy father for the true Ultimate Being had been found. The King and Queen of all mitochondria would create a form of evolution like no other, and nothing would stop that being. After centuries of evolution and absence to the planet's knowledge, mitochondria will finally recieve its rightfully earned World Domination...
"Figures that the Media shows up before our airlift," Heston said in monotone, watching a helicopter in the sky.
"You're forgetting. We're presumed dead." Roberts replied.
The Channel 2 news helicopter circled the destroyed area, catching footage of the flaming wreckage. There was a military helicopter showing up itself, but it definately wasn't an airlift. It was an Apache fighter.
Then without warning it became flaming wreckage itself when it violently exploded without warning. He helicopter motor and blades somehow survived the explosion, and still spinning, the blades were hurled downwards towards the group. Everyone fled from it, but Roberts was caught in it's path when it hit the wooden dock and took a sharp turn to the left, making a clean diagonal cut through his torso, then crashing into the water.
The Apache helicopter sped across the zone, firing down with its machine gun down to the group, following up with the launch of a couple of rockets. Heston was obliterated, found directly in the path of the rocket before he could do anything about it. Harding had been shot to death by the powerful rounds. She was a sitting duck, barely able to move.
"He's back!" Logan yelled, not knowing if anyone was still alive to hear him. He swam towards the shore, being in the water after diving in to get out of the way of the helicopter blades.
"I noticed!" Aya yelled to back to him, closer to the shore than he was.
"You have a weapon?" Logan asked her when she reached the nearest latter to climb back up to the concrete pier that the docks linked off of.
"No, I left them on the dock." She called back, helping him up the ladder. "We need to make a run for it."
"Hell no," Logan grabbed her shoulders and focused on her eyes. "If we don't stop him now, we'll never get another chance. He'll hunt us down and kill us without playing any of his mind games. He's pissed."
Aya stared back into his eyes. She was frightened. She wouldn't show it, but she was scared throughout her entire body. She reached deep within her soul to gain some bravado. She didn't really know what she was doing, but she was scared and wanted comfort. She never broke her eye lock with Logan as she reached up behind his head and bent his neck down, meeting his lips with hers. She held that embrace with the one she used to love, now learning that she had never stopped loving him.
Logan held the kiss with her, but was also the one to break it off as he held her in his arms, he rested his chin on her shoulder. He never knew how much he had missed her until now.
They both became oblivious to what was happening around them. Sirens were wailing, flames were hitting gas containers causing explosions. They didn't see the Apache lowering near the ground. Caught up in the moment, they woke up to reality only by the sight of each other's eyes.
The mounted machine gun on the Apache fired 3 rounds, all finding home into Logan's backside and penetrating through him, into Aya's torso, and beyond that. Aya collapsed backwards, Logan falling on top of her.
The pain screamed throughout her body. Her blood was pouring from her body, and Logan's was mixing with it. Aya's mitochondria went instantly to work healing her wounds and stopping her pain. It didn't ease for a while, but now Aya noticed Logan. He no longer could heal like she did. There was no sign of life within him.
His death this time was short, giving him no prolonged suffering. Aya knew inside her that this time he wasn't coming back. Aya closed her eyes and held him, tears now flowing down her cheeks into her already matted hair as she laid on the ground.
The helicopter had landed now, the blades still whirring in its infinite rotation. The pilot was in the front, dead. The blood was splattered all over the front window. Jerome, who had been in the back seat, wasn't there anymore.
Aya rose from out underneath Logan, gently setting his body down on the ground. Her rage was unmatched by any form of life on the planet. She began to levitate, her eyes glowing with a brilliant blue. Her back sprouted wings the color of a teal blue, ripping through the clothes. Her fair skin began emitting a brilliant white aura that singed all of her clothing off. She hovered there, searching like a hawk for its prey.
The thunderous crack let out, the bullet hitting Aya square in the chest, causing an explosion of flesh behind her. The bullet, that normally would split a torso in half with its force, had blasted through Aya, taking her flesh with it. The flesh, however, simply returned to her body as she regenerated in less than a moment.
Aya faced the location of the shot origin, her body showing signs of instability as it couldn't hold the immense power rising in Aya. Jerome didn't have time to reload as he was struck across the face in a roundhouse kick delivered by Aya, who had seemed to move at the speed of light to get next to him.
Jerome was flung far across an area clear of debris, much closer to the helicopter he had come in, where he had killed the pilot so the pilot wouldn't leave without him. Jerome struggled to his feet, just to get hit with another kick to his chest sent him underneath the Apache.
Jerome felt immense pain, even in his Golem Soldier form. He felt as his ankle was grasped, and he was dragged out underneath the helicopter by Aya. Her grip was crushing his joint, and she tossed him in the air, where he was diced by the ever rotating blades of the helicopter. The largest mass of his remains dropped 10 yards from the helicopter.
Aya's body was highly unstable now. The mitochondria had been forced to evolve even further, and her body was not suited to hold it. The cells inside her could be seen pulsing, trying to break through her skin. Aya let out a cry of a banshee, as her entire body seemed to harden and crack, extreme light searing through the cracks. Her biological form then began to compress, pulling together into a small, crumpled mess, before surging back out with tremendous power. The entire ground shook, nearby buildings that still stood crumbled, vehicles exploded, and then it all stopped, everything calming down.
Nothing was left but death and wreckage. Aya was gone. Her mitochondria had gone so unstable that the blast had vaporized her own body.
The upper torso of Jerome, the largest piece of him left, twitched as the mechanical devices in him began to stir again. Just the upper torso, one arm and the head was what was left of him, but the robotic consciousness came back to him. He felt a heated sensation. It was not from the blast emitted from Aya, but something different. He knew that his body still had mutated mitochondria in it, the reason he had lived as long as he did.
The heat got worse, the sensors in the machine of a man picked it up and stormed the knowledge to his brain. A meter in front of the torso, light seemed to refract. The wormhole opened, and out came Mitochondria Eve. A grin was spread across her evolved yet now beautiful body. Jerome felt himself being lifted by an unseen force, his body getting that sensation of mutation as all of his flesh began to remake itself, leaving behind all the mechanical parts of his cyborg form. He hovered in front of Eve, gazing into those emerald eyes. He smiled.
The two embraced each other, the energy created by the two spread through the entire ocean port.
Now, a worthy father for the true Ultimate Being had been found. The King and Queen of all mitochondria would create a form of evolution like no other, and nothing would stop that being. After centuries of evolution and absence to the planet's knowledge, mitochondria will finally recieve its rightfully earned World Domination...