The terrorists felt their hearts jump up their throats. What kind of human could shatter a thirty-inch reinforced wall by walking through it?
The leader among them, Randy, didn’t even think twice before unleashing his Minigun. The others, who carried Automatic Browning Rifles, also opened fire on the individual who burst through the northern wall.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat
Their weapons went off in short bursts, discharging hellish fire and lead. Smoke filled the air and used bullet shells showered down like rain. The girls, who couldn’t understand what was happening, shrieked at the top of their voices.
After thirty seconds of onslaught, Randy held up his hand to signal his men to stop. As their gunfire ceased and the smoke dissipated, he let out a satisfied grunt.
“Whoever he was, however strong he was, underestimated the firepower of Monolith. Now let’s see what remains of his corpse.”
He took two steps forward, immediately stopped in his tracks, and began raining bullets with his Minigun again.
“Sir, what happened?” an underling asked. “Are you shooting at the corpse? There’s no way he survived our last attack.”
“No, fool!” the leader replied, his face twisted in scandal. “The target is still moving!”
His followers turned towards the target and inhaled sharply. Now that the smoke had dissipated, the figure was visible. It was still standing erect, unaffected by their brutal onslaught. The man walked forward as if nothing of consequence had happened.
Randy and his underlings resumed shooting at him to no avail. Their hearts sank as the realization dawned upon them–the bullets were bouncing off him!
“What the fuck is he?” a guard asked desperately. “Why doesn’t he die?”
Haley B opened her eyes and looked at the man approaching them slowly. “Victor!” she exclaimed with tears of happiness. He was covered in dirt, soot, and blood, but he was undeniably Victor Damone!
The terrorists roared battle cries and rained bullets on him in exasperation but couldn’t land a scratch. “Die, die, die!!”
“Fuck, what is he made of?!”
“Is he the Grim Reaper or what?”
Victor wasn’t paying much attention to the hellish gunfire. He was immune to bullets, and thus, the terrorists before him looked like insects.
Victor’s eyes darted around and rested on Haley. He noticed her bondage and her strange clothes. His vision registered the bald man frozen in place, with his hand on her waist.
Victor’s lips curled back, and his pupils rotated in place. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Splurge! The bald man’s head exploded like a pumpkin, splattering blood and brain all around. A crimson fountain erupted from his torso as he fell dead. All the girls let out screams of horror.
Haley B trembled in place on seeing the gory scene unfold before her. However, she was neither scared nor anxious. The beauty felt a sense of déjà vu. It was a fairy tale she believed in. Of course, it was a dark fairy tale, but one she loved and lived in, regardless. Victor made it come true by fulfilling his promise to her in Russia.
“Whenever you are in danger, I will come to save you,” he had said. Isn’t it really romantic when men fulfill their promises?
Haley B turned towards Victor and conveyed her wish to him. “Kill them all, Victor!”
Splat! Splurge! Splatter! Heads of terrorists and slavers burst in unison, and they ran around for moments like headless chickens. Then they crashed to the floor, spewing fountains of blood and kicking their limbs before laying still.
Victor felt his heart skip a few beats. He staggered for a moment, realizing his blood was almost boiling. The man cast glances at Julia and Haley before turning around and leaving the hall.
“So Victor is your savior?” Julia asked, spitting the blood that had sprayed into her mouth. “How did he do all this? Is he not human?”
“To be honest, I don’t know…” Haley replied with a bitter smile.
The violent bloodbath had shocked her to the core, and she was speaking in a state of disarray.
“But why didn’t he release us?” Julia asked. “Where did he go?”
“It’s better he doesn’t touch us in that state. You say how he made those heads explode. But don’t worry, he must have arrived early to rescue me through some impossible means. His agents must be on their way.”
In about fifteen minutes, a female unit of the NWO rushed into the dungeon hall. They unbound Haley and the others and covered them in blankets. Outside, a commercial-class jet plane waited to take them back to Springfield.