READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 6: Chapter 6
{A/N: Just a warning, I wrote this on autopilot and I'm not sure why but I wrote a pretty disturbing part. I've marked the part so feel free to skip it if you like. Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter.}
3rd Pov
Nick Fury's week just kept getting worse and worse, starting the week his intelligence team had intercepted an email showing proof of an alien lifeform heading for earth. In an attempt to keep the alien out of the world security council's sight he sent his two best agents towards the predicted landing site to intercept the extraterrestrial.
Then comes the point that is ruining Fury's week, not only was his agent not able to get a sample of the alien for study but the alien somehow survived the fall from orbit with no notable damage. Looking at the video displayed on the monitor in front of him, Fury watched as the alien regenerated from a pile of scattered goo.
Going off assumptions from his personal science team the alien was likely able to freely control the structure of its body, another thing he personally noted was the alien chose to run after making eye contact with his agent.
Getting interrupted by a knock on his door Fury looks over to see the two agents he sent after the alien. Standing in front of his desk he is able to see small signs of char on black widows' outfit and bark pieces in Hawkeye's hair.
"Well, this isn't a good situation not only is an alien organism running free somewhere on the planet but the WSC has taken notice of this and is pestering me to find it." – Fury
Looking at his agents a trace of frustration can be seen in Fury's eyes, seeing his frustration Natasha speaks up.
"Sorry sir I failed the mission. I hesitated when I saw the organism move and lost the chance to retrieve a sample for study."
Breaking eye contact Natasha looks at the area around Fury's eyes a minute tremble can be seen in her hands and disappointment and shame can be seen in her eyes. Fury seeing these subtle movements, sighs, and spins around in his chair.
"I don't blame you Natasha and Clint, I wasn't able to gather enough information on the target and sent you out unprepared. After our meeting I plan on assembling a small squadron to track and contain the target. From now on this matter will be level 8 and above security and the boys in the labs are working on countermeasures for the ability the alien has shown. Natasha, I'm putting you in charge of the squad."
Turning around again Fury finishes his sentence by looking Natasha in the eyes. Natasha seeing the trust the director has for her, has a wave of determination flash across her features for less than a second before she masks it. Saluting Natasha turns and exits leaving Clint and Fury alone, Fury turning to look at Clint addresses him.
"Clint, I want you to be on standby in case Agent Romanoff needs backup, till then you can relax but be ready."
Finished speaking Fury gestures for Clint to leave the room before turning back to the video playing on his monitor and typing some notes.
1st Pov
Running through the forest I slowly shift my form back to my natural form increasing my speed. Mentally running through what I learnt from the newspapers I can roughly estimate that it's early February 2008, at the moment I don't know the exact date as the conditions on the papers indicates damage. The condition of the paper and the remoteness of the town I was in lead me to believe the papers were out of date.
Running along through the darkness I take the moment to relax for a bit and enjoy the feeling of the wind against my skin, gazing up at the stars my enhanced vision allows me to see details I never could as a human. Looking up to the stars I'm entranced by their beauty, in the wilderness where I am there is almost no light pollution to block the sky.
Staring at the sky I'm reminded of my time as a kid spent laying out on the trampoline on a hot summer night, mosquitos biting at me as my sister and I take turns pointing out patterns in the sky. Stumbling over a log I'm brought back to the present, looking down at my inhuman body I feel the tiniest bit of nostalgia thinking of my previous life.
Shifting from my sad thoughts I have no regrets, I died in my previous life, this is a new life. So, in order to respect the chance, I was given I shall live this new life to the best of my abilities, I shall try to preserve my morals and sense of justice I held in my last life but knowledge may change my views.
Redirecting my thoughts I set half of my thought trains to studying my unused Psionics skill, having this skill functional in any aspect will be a massive increase in my power. Turning about a quarter of my thoughts to my wings I begin devising ways to use them to fly.
Finally leaving one train of thought to think different matters and organise my mind, I allocate the rest to practising Radio wave manipulation by both extending its effective wavelength control and deciphering the massive influx of signals I've been picking up since I landed.
Now with most of my mind working I turn back to my run, my wings occasionally flapping behind me and my body pulsing with crimson and purple energy.
Ten minutes later I have a decent grasp of my wings and with a thunderous leap that dents the ground and knocks up dust I jump into the air. Once in the air I extend both of my wings out to their full length of over six metres, flapping my wings down a feel a slight increase my height.
Flapping again and again crimson and purple energy begins twisting down from my shoulders along the length of my wings, with each flap of my wings the energy spreads further and further as more air is displaced under me. After a few flaps, the energy finally reaches the tips of the spines on my wings and with a huge gust of wind I rocket into the sky.
Flapping my wings more gently I slowly gain more control of my flight, stabilising myself a hear a system notification in my head. Opening the notification, I see something surprising.
[ Notifications ]
-Skill Developed {Flight Lvl 1/100}
-Skill {Psionics Lvl 1/100} has levelled up x2
Seeing the new skill is interesting as it indicates I can form new skills based on my actions. The second notification gets most of my attention though and I reassign a quarter of my thought trains to understanding the energy in my wings. The fact Psionics levelled up by flying indicates I am in some way using Psionic energy to assist my flight, checking my energy bar in my status confirms this.
[ Energy – 2,577/2,580 (1% per minute) ]
Readjusting my flight whilst studying the use of energy in my wings I pick up the speed. Increasing my speed more and more I feel my energy draining at a faster rate as it flows through my wings. Reaching a speed around 600 km/h I streak across the sky with a glowing crimson and purple trail fading behind me.
Swooping down to just above the trees I check my heading against the moon and continue reviewing the newspapers from earlier. Of the headlines and articles present in all the newspapers I stole most are some political jargons, though one does stand.
Looking at the headline {Mutants attack white house} confirms Azalea added mutants to this universe, luckily for me though this paper is dated 6 months older than the newest paper I grabbed. Sighing I'm glad I didn't get caught up in all that racist time travel shenanigans of the X-men Days of Future Past storyline.
Though thinking about it I should pay a visit to the mutants at some point, I might even find some to kill and study. Double taking at that thought I pay attention to a nagging feeling in my mind I had been subconsciously ignoring, focusing on it I am momentarily overwhelmed by the urge to hoard something, anything.
Damping down the urge I'm slightly shocked as it came out of nowhere, focusing again on the urge I feel the need together knowledge and beautiful items. Feeling it out for a bit the urge seems to fade and blend with the rest of my thoughts.
'Dang, I guess that's part of my dragon lineage' doing the mental equivalent of a shrug I don't really care. I already planned on gathering knowledge before, the urge just makes me even happier doing it. Though I didn't plan on collecting beautiful it shouldn't do to much harm, after all who doesn't like beautiful things.
Humming to myself in a gravely feminine tone I ponder what to add to my hoard from the marvel universe. First of all, I will definitely collect artifacts like the infinity stones, and raiding the collectors stash is a must not only because he's a slaving arsehole but because more importantly he has lots of treasures.
Thinking about it I don't think I'll collect women, even though marvel women are some of the most beautiful in fiction it doesn't feel right treating them as collectibles. Though I will probably try and befriend them.
Glossing over the marvel women I leave that for a later me to deal with, though I definitely won't have a harem as I personally find it incredibly rude.
Gazing ahead of me I see the tips of some buildings begin to crest the horizon, checking my energy pools this extended flight took around 40% of my total energy, not too bad for defying physics. Speeding up I reach the edge of the city within 5 minutes and land in a alley. Though I definitely need to improve my landing as I cracked the ground with the force of my impact.
Walking to the end of the alley my form begins to shrink as I take on my human form, shrugging my shoulders to try and rid myself of the uncomfortable feeling of hiding my wings. Morphing my body, I form myself into a long black cloak with a hood, the coat is decorated with imagery of roses and vines weaving across the bare sections of the cloak. For a bit of frill, I add a fluffy fabric strip around the neck like a scarf.
*Warning Dark content ahead, Skip if you wish*
Stepping out of the alley into the dark city street lit only by a few flickering streetlamps, I turn towards the city and begin walking. After five minutes of walking, I hear the sounds of a scuffle and a muffled scream ahead.
Picking up the pace I arrive at a rundown alley, inside the alley I see a fat lady with a manic look in her eyes pinning down a young boy and tearing at his cloths. Blurring towards them I approach within a metre of the two in the blink of an eye, extending three tendrils faster than the eye can see I use two to pin the fat lady against the wall whilst with the third I gently cover the young boys' eyes.
Looking more closely at the situation I can smell alcohol and weed wafting off the woman, half the woman's face is covered in moles and skin tacks. Her eyes look dull and lifeless, her clothes are dirty, torn in places and in general old. The boy on the ground looks no older than nine years old, from where I stand, I can see bruises forming on his arms and legs whilst a large red handprint glows painfully on his face. The boy's shirt is torn open and through the torn fabric I can see long blood soaked claw marks down his chest, below the boy a worrying amount of blood begins pooling and the boy looks.
Putting the woman out of mind for the moment I gently extend a fourth tendril towards the boy, using the tendril I merge with the outer layers of the skin around the boys wound. Using a combination of the advanced bio-engineering skill, Biological Improvement and Organic Manipulation I gently coax the wound closed, using some of the food I stole from the IGA earlier and forcibly speed up the boy's blood production whilst substituting his nutrients with the food.
Finished stabilising the boy I gently remove my tendril from his body and lay a blanket I stole over him. Turning towards the woman my eyes glow red with rage, there is some things in life I despise more than anything else, towards the top of that list along with fraudsters and scammers is Rapists and Paedophiles.
Checking the boy is in a deep sleep I violently shove a tendril into the woman's head, not with the intent to kill though. I want her to suffer for traumatising a child, I was also in need of a test dummy for my Psionics. Doing a rudimentary scan of the woman's mind I see she is homeless; I also see she has raped kids before killing four so far.
Disgusted I begin probing her mind with my crimson energy, I ensnare her consciences making her fully lucid. Then targeting the pain matrix in the brain, I begin to experiment. Removing her control of her mouth I prevent any possible screaming, then with a slight nudge I convince her body is on fire and it's burning all the way down to her nerves.
Watching this monster in human skin squirm I blankly stare into her eyes, having enough with fire I instead make her brain feel its being slowly cut to ribbons. Checking the woman her heart rate is getting dangerously high and her brain is getting flooded with stress and fear hormones. Adjusting her heart rate to a more normal level and lowering the hormones in her brain so she doesn't go into shock or have a stroke I force her body to intake more oxygen.
Happy she's getting enough oxygen I begin speeding up her brain functions to warp her perception of time. Switching again to her pain matrix I make her feel she is bathing in acid.
Five minutes later I'm happy with my progress in psionics and torturing the lady. Finishing up with the lady I prevent her from moving her limbs, and as a cherry on top I run rampant in her speech centre preventing her from talking. Coming up with a final idea a make her leg itch.
Picking up the still sleeping boy gently I turn and punch the woman in the face, the woman still conscious groans from the hit as blood trickles out her broken nose. Wrapping a tendril around her wrist I begin dragging her back the way I came.
*Dark Content End*
Leaving the alley with the boy over my shoulder and the woman dragged behind me I make my way towards a police station I saw walking here. Arriving outside the station after a 30 second walk I hear talking inside and see lights on in the window, gently placing the boy on the stairs with his back against the door frame.
Dumping the women unceremoniously in the gutter at the base of the steps I get an idea and using my mediocre radio wave control and technopathy I control the nearest computer I can feel which happens to be the one in the station. Accessing the computer I quickly skip through its applications until I find what I'm looking for, using the public database I pull up the women's quite extensive criminal record snorting a bit when I see her name is Karen.
Setting the file to print along with the childs information, I turn on the monitor and knock on the door loudly, hearing someone scuffling towards the door inside I smile and begin walking away. As I pass Karen limp but still conscious in the gutter she grunts and gurgles like a pig.
Stepping into the shadows along the street, I'm turning the bend by the time I see the door to the police station open. Now free from that monster in human skin and happy after saving an innocent child from a horrific fate I open my notifications.
[ Notifications ]
Skill {Flight Lvl 1/100} has levelled up x13
Skill {Organic Manipulation Lvl 15/100} has levelled up x2
Skill {Psionics Lvl 3/100} has levelled up x 23
Skill {Biological Improvement Lvl 1/100} has levelled up x1
Skill (Radio wave Manipulation Lvl 27/100} has levelled up x 27
Skill {Technology Manipulation Lvl 12/100} has levelled up x 3
Skill {Advanced Bio-Engineering Lvl 1/100} has levelled up x1
Skill (Enhanced Intelligence Lvl 11/100} has levelled up x32
Emergency Quest Formed – {Save the Child} – Quest Completed
Quest Reward – Skill – {For the Innocent Lvl 1/100}
Looking over the notifications I never even noticed an emergency quest forming, I suppose I got tunnel vision. I'll have to make sure that doesn't happen again in the future, looking at the new skill I open the description in a new menu.
[For the Innocent Lvl 1/100
Grade (B) (Passive)
This skill activates whenever the user protects someone, they believe is innocent. Based on the users' morals. This skill gives a temporary 5% percent increase in a stat of the user's choice when activated.]
Smiling at the new skill and helping someone I continue to walk towards the city.
3rd Pov
Within a police station in the rundown suburbs on the outside of the city, an older black man dressed in a police uniform could be seen sitting on a chair in front of a desk talking with his colleague a young man with a chiselled jaw, brown eyes, and long brown hair split down the middle to frame his face. This young man was Leon, an aspiring cadette fresh out of the police academy temporarily stationed here for experience.
During a lull in the two's conversation, with no prior warning, the monitor next to Martin turns on and the printer churns out a paper. Hearing a knock at the door Leon ignores the computer and printer for the time being and moves towards the door, one hand on the gun at his hip.
Looking through the window in the door Leon isn't able to see anyone and cautiously opens the door. Opening the door Leon sees two people not visible from the window, at the end of the street he sees a silhouette turn a corner before disappearing.
Looking at the two people by his feet Leon sees a sleeping nine year old boy leaning gently against the door frame, and by the base of the stairs a fat woman twitching and making gurgling grunt noises. Crouching down next to the boy Leon places a finger against his neck to check for a pulse whilst calling inside the station to his partner martin.
Walking to the door Martin has his gaze focused on a piece of paper in his hand, reading.
"Leon, the computer looked up this monster of a woman and printed her record. Here look."
Saying this he extends the paper towards Leon and whilst doing so lines up the face on the paper right next to the face of the woman on the ground. Looking between the women with multiple rape charges and Leon crouched next to an unconscious boy Martin can only blankly say.
"Oh, I'm going to call the boss."