Ch.3 - Finale
The next thing Tieria knew, 'Hallelujah' had ditched their original plan before he could stop him. With an earth-shattering cry, Hallelujah had ran up to the train, pulled off the iron door, and was challenging the Innovators to combat. On the way he had pulled up a cactus from the ground with his bare hands and was evidently planning to use it as a weapon.
'Crap,' thought Tieria. He had to warn the other members, and fast. Now he understood why Allelujah kept disappearing every time a full moon came by. All along, he had been concealing his double identity, his second self, a vicious and maniacal character that the others had never even heard of.
Meanwhile, Hallelujah was inside the train, brandishing the cactus at the shellshocked Innovators. Their leader, Ribbons, however, remained exceedingly calm. A smile of pure evil began to spread over his face.
"You want to fight?" he said, in a soft but dangerous tone. The evil overlord beckoned one of his shemale helpers. "Hand me the Ball," he ordered. Hallelujah's eyes followed the gigantic ball that was being passed to the leader of the Innovators. It was violently shaking as if uncontrollable excitement was being repressed. There was a respectful silence as Ribbons took hold of the red-and white sphere. Lifting the ball high up in the air, there was a moment where he paused for dramatic effect. Then he proceeded to smash the ball upon the ground, with a deafening warcry:
"Ali Al-Saachez… I CHOOSE YOU"
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Epilogue
In the distance, the sun began to rise from the East, illuminating the bodies scattered across the barren landscape. A massacre had occurred last night. The two great forces, Celestial Being and the Innovators, had fought against each other, and both had lost. High in the sky, black vultures had already begun to accumulate, forming a dark swathing circle, the birds looking gleefully down at tonight's meal.
A lone figure approached the scene of death. "Let this be a lesson to all of us," he said, sighing in regret and shaking his head, talking to nobody in particular. "From the fallen ashes, let the phoenix of life arise."
As if making a sudden discovery, the figure walked to the back of the half-destroyed train. There were dents and other punch marks all over the exterior. The figure opened the door to the freight carrier, revealing a mountain of gold stored within. The gold, like the man's blond hair, shone in the bright sunlight.
Smiling secretively to himself, Graham Aker retrieved the bags of gold from the train, put the bags into the back of his car, and drove away.
FIN