Running, fleeing, escape. All that mattered. If he could just get out of the bunker, he could use his power again to maybe split set a diversion??? He'd already tried twice only for… no time for that, had to get out. He made another turn, passing by the dozens of corpses of his men. Professional mercenaries taken out, almost instantly, some half melted, weapons useless. Weapons wouldn't work, he tried that. They all did. He flinched as he heard another crash…. They were gaining on him. Two more turns and… THERE!!! The exit, the bunker door had been torn blown apart like a cannon or something far worse had blown it apart. It had been made to resist nuclear strikes, yet whatever had it had done far worse…

He ran he was almost there, almost and—

A lithe figure dropped down a few feet infront of him, clad in a black hoodie and leather pants, along with an overcoat. While their face was shrouded, he would make a guess that from their posture, they were female.

"And so the chase ends, what poor wittle snake, trapped in his own burrow, no where to go." They drawled.

He immediately triggered his power….

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He drew his last side arm, firin—

Only for it to be crushed by some invisible force, along with his hand and arm…

The woman's arms flung out and he found himself sent into the far wall, feeling several ribs instantly shattering…

His scream echoed as he heard manic laughter…..

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He turn and fled, not even making teaching full sprint when some sort of force yanked his legs out from under him, dragging him to her feet..

"Did you not realize the first time, that you can't run nor hide from us? I'm rather surprised you didn't learn after trying to execute me from behind a camera, or after I showed up at your house?"

She swung her right arm, fingers clawed. And all almost instantly he felt his body being crushed from all sides, slowly…

"Are you ready?"

No, he really wasn't.. this was far too soon, and he'd only just obtained his new precio….

The splash of his body imploding on itself echoed amongst the quiet halls….

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He kept trying to cut the timeline, yet his power wouldn't respond..

He wailed as more bones gave way and were shattered, the invisible force pushing him further into the concrete…

"How about I set up a little tomb for you, fit for a king, just like you wanted, no?"

The last thing he saw before things went dark was a flash from her hands and all he felt was his body being branded into the wall…

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"Slimy disgusting worm… should've done it quicker.." she thought, would've saved time, gotta maintain the schedule after all. Next step would be to… uh.. check his office? Hope he left everything unlocked, she couldn't pry any info from his no longer existing brain now.

She departed from the exit, making her way past the debris and gore.

So messy, should've been a tad less excessive with the violence, but eh. Not much could be done now.

Should've used more lightning, not enough fired flesh

Oh shush, as is tearing out spines with pure force wasn't enough, you had my ripping out skulls and pulls arms out of sockets. That was excessive enough.

Rolling her eyes, she returned to what had been the villain's office, using her powers to tear the door off its hinges with a flick.

I swear you guys are never appeased, more blood, more anger, more passion and more fear. It's always more more more. You get what you get, just savour this for now.

The Chorus pondered, and with the sound of an unmeasurable amount of voices, they then responded.

As you may say, it is within our very nature to demand you put more into all things. To not do so, would only shackles those chains tighter. You must find that passion and drive. Give all to it, and only then will you find your freedom.

There they go with that annoying drivel. Full of inadequacies and half truths. Their way had led them to go extinct. Their way mattered very little this day.

I've made my opinion very clear already. I shall move at my pace. I do not intend on becoming some new zealot for you to tug around on a leash. Anger, passion, hate and fear, they all have their roots, but they all can terribly influence my perception. Discipline is the way, is it not?

I could swear I could hear the Chorus argue amongst itself before returning to the depths of my mind. With that said and done I continued ransacking the office, but finding nothing of worth, which was rather unfortunate.

With some disappointment, I left the shelter, into the storm outside.