Shattered Dimensions

Chapter 6, Obsession Part 3

Dimension 2

100 ASC

Tyler's Flagship

Zhianwuo's POV

I walked from the darkness into a dim light from outside the room. I looked at my hand. It was like it was a gas trapped in the form of a hand. I looked to the bed. A figure lay on its back, in the stillness of sleep. Walking over to the bed, I stood beside it and looked down at the figure. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. I ran the back of my hand down the side of her face. Why I did this, I did not know. I then removed the covers from her torso. I took a moment to admire how nature crafted each person individually. I then grabbed then bottom of her shirt and removed the shirt enough to reveal her abdomen. It was well toned. The science behind the human body is amazing. There is still so much to learn about it.

I pushed those thoughts aside. I lay my hand flat on her upper abdomen. I took a second to feel her steadily inhale and exhale. Satisfied, I moved my fingers in a motion as if I was cutting into her flesh with a scalpel. I slowly dragged my hand down her abdomen, only stopping upon reaching her pants line. This action caused shadowy cuts to form where my fingers previously were. I removed my fingers from her body. This caused the cuts to quickly heal. I, once, thought of undoing her pants zipper as to test her reaction to it being undone when she woke up. I decided against this as I did not quite fully understand my obsession with her yet. All I cared to know was that I finished my task for now. It had been done. Now, all I had to do was wait.

I pulled her shirt back down, and placed the covers back onto her torso. She would not remember the pain of the slashes. At most, it would just be a bad dream. I would plant an idea in her head. I leaned down next to her head.

"Always watching," I whispered into her ear. She stirred a little as the idea was planted in her subconscious. I stood up straight and leered. Soon, she would know that the fool she fucks cannot save her, only I can. But I will want something in return of course. I then disappeared into the shadows.

Dimension 1

Nobody's POV

The three invisible hunters were close to their target. An electronic pulse that happened nearly fifteen minutes ago. They eventually came upon an underground building, its surface door stood wide open. The three entered. There were stairs leading deep underground to a previously secured room. The door to it also was wide open. The three could smell the Serpents' stench. The lead of the three, grunted in disgusted of the creatures. Upon entering the underground room, everything looked relatively untouched. There was a large stone circle on the back wall. The three approached it. This was the source of the activity.

As the three observed the circle, a notification in their HUDs indicated that another burst of energy was about to come from it. The three backed up. But it was too late as a bolt of energy struck all three of them. Their muscles locked up and next thing they knew, they were in a forest area.

Dimension 2

The three looked at each other, and then the lead checked his wrist gauntlet. He was no longer able to detect their ship. However, they did detect primitive human engineering, ships that flew upon the water. They were northwest and west-northwest. The three turned and nodded. They began to head in the direction the vehicles were. The three ran quickly across the landscape, surpassing many four-legged creatures. The humans' time was coming to an end.

Tyler's Flagship

Jake's POV

Zhianwuo told me what I wanted to know. Too bad he won't get his wish of killing Clayton. He'll have to do that himself. If he kills me, he won't get the task done, so the situation was in my favor. I began to walk towards a weight bench on the far side of the room, when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Clayton standing there. Somehow, I knew he was trouble. A part of me told me to ignore him and walk away. But a part of me was curious as to why he was here.

"Need something?" I asked. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Who were you just talking to?" he asked in return.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. If you are hearing voices, you may want to get that checked out in psych," I said.

"You were talking to someone. I know what heard," he insisted.

"Don't become obsessed over this. It's not healthy," I simply replied, "Will you leave me alone if I say I was talking to myself?"

"No," he replied. He began to walk towards me. He was not here to spar. When he was within range, he threw a punch at me. He was faster than anyone before. I barely was able to dodge.

"So you want to dance, huh metal arm? Bring it," I said. He threw another punch. I did not see this one coming, as I felt his knuckles connect with my cheek and my head move with the momentum.

"That was a lucky shot," I said, throwing a punch of my own. I felt it connect with his gut. He recoiled a little. I could tell he was surprised at his flinch. Before he could recover, I threw a punch at his face. It connected with his nose, causing a small spray of blood to come from it.

"You're pretty fast," he said, throwing a punch at my chest. I blocked it and threw a punch of my own. It too was blocked. Not giving him a chance to recover from his block, I threw a roundhouse kick at his face. It connected, sending a spray of blood from his mouth onto the wall. He staggered backwards. As he recovered, he gave a small chuckle.

"What are you crossed with?" he asked, "I knew that there was something off about you."

"I'm not crossed with anything," I said. He threw another punch at my face. I barely blocked it.

"No one could have blocked that, but you did. So what is it, a raptor?" he asked.

"You're a delusional idiot. My reflexes are honed, okay? Nothing more. Especially a cross between an extinct lizard," I retorted. He threw another punch. This one managed to get through my block. I could feel my jawbone strain under the pressure. Luckily, it did not break. He came for a punch to the other side of my jaw. This too connected. I felt blood in my mouth. I spit it out onto the ground. I turned to see a punch straight at my face. I barely got my block up before the punch came barreling through it and hitting me directly in the nose. I felt the bone break beneath his fist. I heard the crunching sound of it breaking. It was bent all the way to the left. As I recovered, I felt a warm liquid stream down my face from my nostrils. My shirt began to become soaked. It would heal.

"Lucky punch," I said, before kicking him in the gut and then kneeing him in the face. I heard his jaw break. He reeled back, grabbing his jaw. Most punches and kicks were blocked, but a few got through. I was breathing heavily. Normally, fights with me would be over in one to two punches. We began to exchange punches and kicks. I looked at the clock, almost an hour had passed. We were both exhausted. I then stepped on his knee, and applied as much pressure as I could. I was rewarded with a wet cracking noise. He fell to the ground, knee broken.

"I have to admit, I have never been pushed this much. This is a good fight," I said, extending my hand to help him up. He took it.

"There is one mistake you made, though," I said, pulling him up, "Never trust your opponent." I then gave him a good headbutt. He fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Maybe you will do better next time," I said. Some soldiers rushed into the room to see what the noise was about. They immediately rushed to check Clayton. I grabbed my nose and straightened it. I needed a shower to clean the blood off. I was probably going to get in trouble for the fight. I might as well be clean while I get chewed out by Tyler.