Chapter 4: The beginning of Carnage

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Becket just finished zipping up his bulletproof vest and inspecting over his gear. Two desert eagles holstered on both sides of his hips with his SMG in its holster around his left leg. His assault rifle was in his right hand and combat knife in its pouch on the belt around his waist. Attactched to his back were two twin katana blades with black grips. The blades however were not a natural part of Dark Signal's weaponry. They had once already been used and only used by none other than Michael before his disappearance. Sergeant Morris explained to him that they were designed at his request to combat not only human hostiles but anything that possesses an abnormal high amount telesthetic energy.

Becket looked himself over and was pleased; he then put his earpiece in his right ear and then his pair of HUD glasses. These were upgraded to not only read out psychic signatures but were capable of giving of thermal readings, infrared, and night vision. He walked to the ATC with his team already waiting inside for him and silently sat down next to Commander Stokes and strapped in.

"How are the glasses?" she asked with a friendly smile.

"They work fine." He replied solemnly.

"Good."

Becket then took the time to use his glasses to check over his team taking note that all of them had some level of telesthetic power. He wondered if they could pick up his and whether or not they would be frightened by it. The director had explained to him that at one point Armacham had actually 'donated' some of the soldiers who were tested on to be given psychic abilities as well as psychic soldiers called Replicas. This truth almost made Becket decline joining but this was his only way of gaining any answers about all this. The sound of the ATC brought him out of his thoughts with its roaring engine. Then Sergeant Morris spoke.

"Alright team, our mission is to extract two of our Dark Signal operatives and president of Armacham Genevieve Aristide from the head Armacham building. Our operatives were on a mission to recover any information from the now destroyed complex and arrest Aristide who we were conviently tipped off that she was there by an unknown source but got pinned down by Armacham troops four hours ago We are to extract them and bring them back. No survivors other than our operatives, Armacham is trying to cover any evidence of the blood bath at Fairport." he said over the sound of the ATC.

Michael's head spiked with a sudden pain at the name, he closed his eye moving one of his gloved hands to his forehead but immediately opened his eyes at the sound of music playing to his right. The first thing he noticed upon opening his eyes was that his team was gone before turning to his right to see a music box playing in the seat next to him. Seemingly in a trance, he reached out to it before movement to his left made him turn towards it. All he could do was let out a gasp at the glowing eyes of a dark haired girl lunging at him making him wake up from his awful day dream.

"Hey Becket you okay?" McClain asked curiously.

Becket shook off his face of shock and replaced it back to non expressionless face.

"Yep, j just perfect. Can't wait to put my life on the line again." He stated sarcastically in an attempt at humor to ease the tension he felt.

This caused all operatives to make a small chuckle including Lieutenant Jackson who was still driving.

"Glad to hear it." She said winking at him causing a small shock to Michael.

'Is...Is she flirting with me?' he thought before shaking it off.

After about an hour and forty-five minutes passed, the ATC reached its destination across the street from it. All got out with rifles in hand except Jackson who drove a safe distance away before opening the top of the ATC, sniper rifle aimed at the Armacham complex. Becket studied the tall but wrecked building before he fell to his knees clutching his head. When he opened his eyes he was in a field with the sky a fiery red. In the center just a few yards away, was the same little girl on a swing attached to a lone tree. Becket slowly walked to the girl.

"Al-Alma?" he asked curiously. The girl slowly turned her head to him, those haunting glowing eyes peering within depths of him he never knew he had.

'My world...' she giggled and then telepathically spoke again.

'I'll be watching.' She said in what almost seemed to be a seductive tone before fading away like the rest of the world with a loud voice calling out to him through the darkness.

"Becket! Becket! Wake the fuck up we got company!" Sheppard's voice boomed.

Becket awoke to be behind a wall with his team firing at the other side.

"We have to pull back. There's too many of them." Ericson yelled at Stokes.

"Failure is not an option Lieutenant." She yelled back.

Michael stood up from his cover and began running to where the enemy's fire was coming from with his rifle raised at eye level. Once he saw the Armacham soldiers in his sights he took a deep breath slowing down all time all around him easily dodging the barrage of bullets coming at him. He then unleashed all hell in a flurry of bullets. Ten...twelve...nineteen...twenty-three soldiers down within a matter of forty-five seconds but even with the small dent in numbers more came running out of the wrecked building forming a wall in front of the entrance and the rest charging towards Michael rifles raised. As time began returning back to normal, Becket couldn't help but feel frustrated at the situation and his powers soon began reacting to its master's emotions.

'They did this to me. I'll make them pay; I'll make them all pay.' Becket thought to himself before the little girl's voice whispered out a single command in his head plunging him into darkness.

'Kill them. Kill them all.'

Becket's eye color changed to a glowing blood red as he dropped his rifle while four black tendrils appeared two on each side of him and began literally tearing apart the soldiers. Many were impaled through the stomach and thrown in the building or somewhere over the rooftops. Others were simply just torn to pieces like paper and those who were not touched by the tendrils had their flesh melt right off their bones.

"HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?" A soldier screamed out as he fired directly at Becket who only smiled before raising his left hand making all the bullets to stop and drop in front of him.

Michael then raised his right hand palm facing upward in the direction of the soldier causing him to levitate above the ground paralyzed. The man began screaming as his flesh slowly and painfully began melting off while Michael watched with a sickening smile of amusement. Becket's hand then clenched shut to forever silence the other soldier. In a small yet massive burst, the soldier exploded into a bloody mass covering the ground in a puddle of red. For some soldiers, they had quick deaths while the others were to say to have had the worst deaths thought imaginable by Becket's teammates who could only watch in terror, shock, and interest. Once the very last soldier had his limbs stripped from him by the four tendrils Becket soon began regaining control of himself. His eye color soon returned back to normal as Becket looked at the massacre before him.

"What…what happened?" he asked himself silently.

"Fucking-A Becket! Are you okay?" Sheppard asked as him and the rest of the team slowly approached him.

"Yeah I'm fine. I-I don't really remember all that happened." Michael replied still trying to recover from the shock of so much blood and limbs being on the ground for one and being the one responsible for this massacre two.

"We can worry about that later after the mission." Sergeant Morris exclaimed as he kicked the metal doors of Armacham headquarters.

They entered the lobby area with their guns raised.

"Okay team, the last transmission from our other members was on the tenth floor. Becket, McClain, your with me. Were taking this stairwell." Morris stated.

"Sheppard, Ericson, your with me. Were taking the left stairwell, Morris we'll meet back up with you on the tenth." Said Stokes.

The group nodded and split up, Stokes' team was met with little resistance while Morris' team was slowed down by the abrupt activation of replica soldiers. Becket's reflexes still put these foes to the ground yet even he knew that these soldiers were not to be taken lightly maybe because of the fact he had 4 bullets implanted in his vest. Once Morris' team reached the 9th floor they noticed large debris from the building blocking their way to the tenth.

"Shit, Morris what do we do now?" asked McClain.

"We'll take the 9th floor's stairwell and meet up with the group from there. Come in Lieutenant Stokes." He said to McClain before using his earpiece to get in touch with Stokes but on the other side of the transmission the sound of a machine gun came through.

"Can't talk now Morris, we've been pinned down by more Armacham troops and their chopper has got us immobilized from the window." Stokes yelled out.

"Have you at least made contact with our three 'packages'." Morris replied quickly trying to end the transmission so that Stokes could concentrate.

"We got another transmission not too long ago from the roof!" Stokes yelled through.

"Were coming to back you up first Lieutenant. McClain, Becket, let's move." Morris stated.

As they entered onto the 9th floor they were quickly swamped by another wave of thirty Replica soldiers whose fire quickly separated the Dark Signal operatives from Becket. Unfortunately for him he had found himself backed up to an elevator which should have not been operating due to damage of the building open up on its own providing him some cover from the bullets flying towards him. As Becket was reloading he could sense the approaching soldiers and too his surprise more was going towards him rather than McClain and Morris. At that moment however, the building began shaking.

"The hell is that?" A replica called out to his team.

The shaking soon stopped and the soldiers that were heading towards Becket were suddenly thrown back ten feet sliding across the linoleum floor. As this happened, Becket again fell to his knees dropping his assault rifle clutching his head in an attempt to soothe the severe pain by his abrupt headache.

"Aaaggghhh! She-she's here! McClain! Morris! GET DOWN! HIDE NOW!" Becket yelled out.

As the pain faded, he looked up to find a set of fiery yellow eyes staring down at him belonging to what appeared to be an older Alma. There she stood in all her glory with a small deviant smile on her face just for him.

'She had to be at least 24 now.' Becket thought to himself trying not to be distracted by the sight of her breast exposed yet barely covered by her dark hair.

She then stood up with the posture belonging to nothing less than a God and turned towards the replica soldiers, her smile gone and replaced with a scowl. Rather than try to defend themselves, all the replica's dropped their weapons and fell to their knees as if to apologize or in this case beg for mercy. Without an ounce of remorse Alma's tendrils appeared and began executing the defenseless replica's, some being 'absorbed' into the tendrils. Once all the soldiers were dealt with Alma turned her attention back to Michael who quickly stood up with his rifle raised only to have it be thrown out of the elevator by queen of hell itself.

"Damn it! What do you want from me! You want to absorb me is that it! You want to kill me!" Becket yelled at her only to have her smile at his frustration before softly sending her telepathic response.

'Absorb? No, you're too powerful for that. I have…other uses for you that don't involve you dying.' She replied as her tendrils removed his swords and pistols.

'My son wishes to test your strength and worthiness, and hopefully to embrace you…as his new father.'

Her last thoughts were enough to take Becket completely off guard and she took advantage of his obliviousness and sent him back into the wall of the elevator making a dent and causing him to cry out. Too groggy from hitting the wall with such force, Alma then used her power to shut the doors of the elevator and sent it to the roof with Becket still inside on the floor. Having done this, Alma disappears and once they knew it was safe, Morris and McClain came out of their cover.

"We need to get to Stokes and the others." Morris said rushing to the other stairwell.

"But Morris what about Becket?" McClain asked worriedly.

"If what Alma says is true then he's safe for now but if who I think it is is waiting for him on that rooftop…then were going to need the whole team to help him.

"Who?"

"Paxton…Paxton Fettel." Morris said grimly.

A/N: I could apologize a million times or I could just continue updating. I choose the latter of my choices. Reviews do help feed the belly of this story so if you don't have an account, then make one, you know you want to. As for my Mind of A Broken Father story, I know I promised to get that lemon up soon but I've been held back up with school work plus it's pretty…graphic. It'll be up soon enough.