"NOOO!!!" He roared. The sound of a deafening explosion rang from his open mouth, the shockwave almost knocking the soldiers off balance.
"What the f*..." One of the soldiers, stunned, tried to curse, but then his words were caught in his throat, not by choice or shock, but forcefully held in.
He struggled to speak, his eyes, hidden by the goggles he wore, reflecting the crimson hue of the boy's bloodshot eyes.
He held the neck; his hands, which were slowly heating up, eroded the soldier's throat, blood vaporizing before it could even fall.
The other soldiers opened fire, yet the boy was still unharmed, his red-hot hands still clutching the throat of the soldier.
The soldier was riddled with bullets, yet the lad still held on until...
The body fell to the ground, the detached head following right after.
The boy then turned to another, sending shivers down his spine.
He didn't need instincts to tell him the boy was dangerous; the proof was lying before him, the stench of burnt flesh mixing with the cold night breeze.
"Code black, I repeat, code black!!" He called out, his last act as the boy appeared before him in a blurr, hands grasping his neck.
But unlike his comrade, the boy's hand instantly melted through his neck, head and body detached.
The boy's red glowing hands had already reached over a thousand degrees and were still rising, the rest of his body with the same fire-red hue.
He moved on to the next, then the next, then the next, each taking a shorter and shorter amount of time.
Finally, there was none standing, the lad alone in a field of corpses, the starlight illuminating his features.
His golden hair was now firey red.
His clothes long destroyed, unable to handle the heat from his body.
Black tears flowed from his eyes as he looked at his hands, then at the corpses around him.
In a fit of rage he had acted, moved before he could think, and now carnage was the aftermath.
He had killed for the first time, yet he didn't feel guilty. The tears weren't for them, but for his father.
He walked to his father's body, riddled with bullets, taking him into his embrace, but then... His hands slowly passed through his father's body, his scorching-hot hands making no distinction between friend and foe.
"No, Dad!!" he wailed, trying to pick his father's body up, maybe put it back together.
Yet the situation worsened the more he tried; most of his father's body was now burnt to ashes.
"No!!!" He roared, his tears melting the sand into molten glass.
VRRRRRR!!
The wind stirred, the sound of jet propulsion attracting him.
A large carrier aircraft, about the size of a Boeing Chinook, hovered in the air, kept in the air by large jet-like propellers at its sides, two in front, two behind.
The boy looked up.
"What the f*CK is that?" one of the soldiers aboard the aircraft commented, the rest looking at the young lad, confusion etched in their features.
One thought crossed their mind: a modified human like themselves, a failed product for it to look like that.
They jumped down, geared in heavy black armor that protected every part of their bodies.
About ten of them quickly surrounded the lad, the rest in a safe spot analyzing him.
"His thermal readings are over 1000°C," the soldier at the back reported.
The soldiers surrounding the boy unconsciously stepped back.
The temperature of a volcano was around the same, what did that mean for them if the kid got too close?
"Hold him off, we will bring the countermeasures."
Their command resonated in their ears via the communication earpiece.
They could only gulp, their response hesitant.
This wasn't the war where they fought with people like themselves.
Though modified, they were just slightly stronger, not full-blown freaks.
They stepped back, firing rounds of bullets at the boy, the boy paying them no heed, the bullets bouncing off his body.
He shifted his gaze to the ashes of his father... An expression of guilt on his face.
He grasped them into his arms, hugging them tightly.
"It's here..." The sound of another propeller echoed in the field.
Followed by the discharge of large amounts of water, the mist proving it was extremely cold, surely freezing.
The freezing water was poured onto the unmoving lad, steam quickly rising, most of the soldiers caught in the hot steam.
"Is he neutralized?" A drone was quickly dispatched into the steam.
The boy's body let out cracking sounds, his fiery red skin turning charcoal black, red cracks webbing around his body.
He looked like a statue made of cooled molten magma.
Yet he was still alive, blackish tears still flowing freely, his body trembling from time to time.
"Another!!"
More freezing water, dry ice, and anything cold enough to cool magma was discharged. The boy's body hardened, yet he didn't care, still grasping onto his father's body.
...
"Finally!!!" The commander heaved a sigh of relief as he touched the boy's rock-hard body.
"What type of modification could lead to this..." He thought, a glint in his eyes. "Are there more..." He thought, and the universe seemingly answered his question... his phone rang.
"Captain, Code Black has been declared in your vicinity, District 2.7.10.1..."
"Roger!!!" His pupils dilated, glancing at the boy.
"No, it couldn't be..." He shook the thought from his head; there was no way there were more of him.
After instructing some of his people to take care of the lad, he rode off with the rest of his company.
...
"Hahahaha," he laughed nervously, unable to believe his eyes as he watched the chaos unfold.
Several buildings were on fire, the streets filled with panicking civilians as most ran to safety.
A water hydrant sprayed out water like a fountain as it was crushed by a car, the driver and passenger unconscious, a boy at the back seat holding his head.
"It wasn't me!! It wasn't me!! It wasn't me!!" He chanted like a sutra.
In the skies were a few people flying,no, more like uncontrolled levitating,panicking as they were unable to control their movements.
"Mom, mom, I am scared," a boy cried out as he walked out of the burning building, his body set ablaze yet it did not burn him.
"There is another one," the commander smiled. Though the world seemed to be in chaos, he saw something else.
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A/N.
Please add to your library.