“We are loyal to the commander we will….” The young male stopped as Sam touched the males head letting him see the law and the many atrocities that Sam had already seen.
The young male’s eyes went wide as he started to scream at the visions he was seeing. Finally his tear stained face turned to Sam, “he is in the central building.” Then leaning close he whispered, “Kill the garbage.”
Sam nodded as he took to the sky heading to the building that the young male had indicated. Looking down he saw what had to be thousands of the troopers in the city heading for the same building. Even as he neared the building Sam could see that this was going to be a battle almost no matter what he did.
Landing outside the building there was a huge contingent of troopers blocking the way. Growling Sam stated, “I suggest you move while you can. If I move you I can’t guarantee your safety.”
The commander of those at the front of the building stepped out. “You are a vile thing that we have been ordered to exterminate. So be a good monster and DIE!” The Commander said as he pulled a gas gun firing it in Sam’s face.
Had he not been as mad as he was, Sam was sure that he’d probably fell to the ground laughing his ass off. Sucking in all the gas Sam blew it back in the Commander’s face. Grabbing the gun he crushed it to a piece of mangled metal. Tossing that aside he calmly reached out grabbing and snapping the Commander’s arm that had held the gun in several places.
Advancing forward Sam started to throw troopers left and right. Reaching the barricade he smiled tossing it out of the way. Pushing on the door he nodded then brought his hands together making a concussion wave that shredded the front doors and wall. As he started to walk in he turned to the troopers. “You should have his arm looked at.”
Going to the stairs he had to toss more troopers out of the way. Shaking his head didn’t they know he was immune to the gas gun yet? Geez talk about stupid and slow to learn. Finally almost an hour later he walked into what could only be described as a war room.
A rather tall male with a smug look on his face stood at the other end of the room. “So the piece of garbage has made it here. Oh, by the way, you can try to take over my mind though it won’t work.”
Sam smiled he was going to actually enjoy killing this little prick. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”
The male held out a hand as an invitation. “By all means go ahead, though I have to warn you all upper officers are trained to resist.”
Sam smiled again as he pointed a finger at the male. At first nothing happened then the male was shocked when he felt his arm and hand move without his moving them. “As you can see I am far stronger than you thought.” The male’s hand flattened out then slapped the male across the face. A moment later the male smirked as he took back control of his arm.
Laughing at Sam he gloated, “I told you, now then.” The man donned a silver helmet, pointing at Sam, he felt a little loss of control. The male smiled as he had Sam’s hand flatten out, then it moved to slap Sam stopping inches from his face. The smile evaporated from the Commander’s face as he attuned the helmet higher.
Sam again looked at the male as his hands froze then slapped his face again. Turning a knob all the way on the male again tried to seize control of Sam’s body. This time he got Sam to actually slap his face.
Sam grimaced as he concentrated harder feeling the control the other had slipping right before his hand slapped him again. Breaking the control Sam stood there staring at the male.
“Face it that’s all you have. So I’ve got one question for you, you want to die real slow or fast as hell. Actually I am in favor of a slow, very painful death.” Sam told the shocked Commander.
“You won’t kill, you are a pure Clivastone, they don’t kill.” The Commander said, a of hint his confidence returning.
“It is obvious to me that you have been sadly misinformed. So since you didn’t choose, I will.” Sam said as he slowly walked across the room. “First,” Sam started as the Commander started to draw several weapons firing them at Sam. When none of them worked he drew a second set. Still unperturbed the Commander drew two more sets firing everyone of them at Sam.
“Now,” Sam started again, “before we were so rudely disturbed by your antics. I think we should start, ’cause one way or another you’re dead.” Reaching out Sam snapped both of the male’s legs in several places. Then he repeated the process with the male’s arms. By then the male was screaming at the top of his voice.
Sam looked at the male shaking his head then he thunked the male’s back snapping the spine with two fingers. “There,” Sam said above the Males screaming, “I didn’t kill you though I know you are wishing I did. Relive the pain each day as punishment for those you slaughtered.” With that Sam touched the male’s head showing him the execution, letting him hear the screams of the dying.
Smiling Sam left what was left of the male moving down the stairway again. Stopping before the troopers on the ground floor he grabbed another commander. “You tell all the IP that they have a day to leave the planet. After that no one will leave, at least not alive. Oh yeah, what’s left of your top Commander is in the top room, remove IT!”
Sam saw that the Commander had lost control of his bodily functions. Smiling Sam shoved the man back as he took to the sky. Heading back to the forested area outside the city where he met the first group of natives. Arriving at the spot, he sat to think.
Looking inward he started to see that there were more than a few latent abilities that hadn’t opened up to him yet. Sam shook his head there was obviously more to this being a Clivastone than met the eyes.
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Mellos Thymp’s anger had been building for the last day or so. For the first time she was actually searching for Sam. here he’d been trying to catch her with her running.
All the recent readings that she’d taken proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was healing. Almost half of the genetic deformities she had were healed. Then there was the fact that she could actually levitate off the floor for a time.
Another thing that seemed to be irritating her was the fact her thought processes was changing. Still if she ever wanted to be free of all that was wrong with her body, she had to fight him again. As she shook her head she also realized that this next time was going to hurt like hell.
Looking over the readings again she nodded. Sam was the purest she ever seen, even purer than the one that the IP still held captive. He also appeared to be many, many times more powerful than she was. His strength was growing at a factor that had her astounded. He was a hell of a lot stronger though she had the advantage on him.
Smiling she nodded to the tall blonde male that was aiding her. Watching as he limped across the deck she smiled, the last round of pain she gave him had been so satisfying. The problem was she was going to have the hell beat out of her before this was finished. Smiling again she thought, the payoff was well worth it though, IF she could rid herself of all the goody, goody thoughts she was starting to have.