Chapter 7: New World Order.
Beneath his feet, Bryce felt the asphalt begin to quake. The entirety of Crisis city shook. Buildings toppled, many burned, as the streets had massive fault lines shatter down their lengths. Late to the party, the resounding concussion of hundreds of explosives went off, effectively trapping every citizen in the city.
Running his way over towards Spaces Square, he glanced up at the giant television on the skyscraper. The newscaster appeared, but her voice was muffled by the explosions riddling the city. Instead a video that appeared over her shoulder blew up to cover the screen. All around the world, explosions trapped every city within the confines of themselves, as troopers from Terra Co. and the Agency patrolled their borders, opening fire on anyone that opposed their respective factions, even each other, if they saw each other.
Glancing down the south end of Broadway, civilians of all sorts roared with both panic and anger, marching in his general direction. Turning a complete one-eighty, he watched as Agency soldiers dressed in assault gear marched forward, the first row and every other one holding riot shields, the rest armed to the teeth with high tech weaponry.
Before any shots were fired, or anyone could move, the many televisions layering the sky-scrapers filled with numerous faces, all of which shared by two very familiar people. On the side following the civilians, Morpheus' face appeared, on the Agency, a Woman's. One he had thought long dead, or gone.
"Mom?" he said in disbelief.
"Citizens of Crisis City! This is your time to relinquish the grasp that the corrupt have over you, and to throw in back in their faces! We all know the hardships of being truly free, when our own Government establishes an organization seeking out Humans unlike us, and destroying them. You, you husbands and wifes, your daughters and sons, your grandsons or granddaughters. ALL that you loved, oppressed by those whom run our Country, our WORLD!" Olympus' voice echoed through the town. "We are among you, our Organization set to end the oppression, the new world order is neigh!"
"FALSE!" Bryce's Mother roared. "Terra Co.- Your supposed allies, mean only to use those which do not belong for their own intents and purposes, INCLUDING wiping all of us normal humans off of the face of the earth. My Agency fights today to end a rebellion that will cause nothing but death and destruction in it's wake. What proof do I have, you might be asking? Look around you, contact loved ones around the world. Terra Co. has trapped you within your cities, within your homes. Once they have finished us, what is to say they won't end you?!
Behind Bryce, he only heard more marching, as he turned to face the largest task force of Metas H.O.P.E had at their disposal. A face covered both Olympus' and his Mother's on the screens. But he didn't need to turn to realize who it was. Only that he had mistakenly backed into the intersection that divided the factions.
"Everyone you have heard just now has been nothing but a liar! We are very much like you, we only possess certain abilities. While many of us may be dangerous, the majority of us just wish to live our lives alongside you. We don't WANT you to look at us differently. We fight for equality. The Agency wishes to destroy us, fearing that we would cause terrorism, terrorism from which Terra Co. has been the biggest contributor. We fight for EVERYONE's rights, as Human beings, not separated by powers or no powers. We wish no harm on anyone, it is the people in Terra Co. and the Agency who would wish you harm!" Chloe's voice echoed, before all of the screens were cut black.
For a brief moment, the world was silent, as all three factions glared at him, ready for him, the catalyst of the war, to make a move. Instead, he turned away from all three of the remaining factions, charging down the street that was clear. Behind him, all he could hear was the roars and pounding of feet from all the factions charging towards the intersection. Women screamed in pain, gunshots filled the air, and the sickening echoes of bones breaking only caused him to run faster and faster.
Whether or not he liked it, he could feel the embers of the war nipping at his heels, no matter how fast he ran. At this particular moment, he could not think of Teleporting, only getting away from it all. Ducking around the corner, the one quiet, peaceful Earth, became loud and dangerous, as fire filled the skies.
Closing his eyes, he was away from it all.
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Opening his eyes, he glanced upon a mahogany desk with a decorative ink well with feather. It was empty, with a camera, which thankfully had been off, pointing at the chair.
Looking down at the documents on the table, he instantly realized the grave error he had made. Rifling through it as fast as he could, he heard the doorknob jostle for a brief second. Finding the image he was looking for, he was off in yet another flash.
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Reappearing, Bryce turned to face the man in the shackles. Cuts adorned his arms, torso, and legs where whips and other such instruments had been in use. Quickly firing an icicle at the camera, he continued to stare in disbelief, his mouth agape. He wanted to cry in the worst of ways, his mouth shuttering from the overwhelming emotions he felt, but nothing came out.
Falling to his knees, he lowered his head in shame, he had been too late.
Or so he thought.
"My how you've grown." a voice entered his head, it actually scared him, the last time that had happened was with his Grandfather all of those years ago. "It's good to see you son."
"Why don't you speak?" Bryce asked, refusing to look up.
"Because I refused to tell Olympus where you would have gone after you destroyed the Munich facility. So he... I'll spare the details. But you were foolish to come here, buddy."
"I came to get you-" Bryce replied. "H.O.P.E needs you, I need you."
"It's impossible. Brent shook his head. "I have become so weak, they do not feed me, they only give me drink in the hopes that I can be used as bait."
Brent's head suddenly jerked to the left, towards the door.
"He's coming, along with several other armed guards-" Brent scoffed.
" I have so many questions! I'm NOT leaving here without you!"
"We both know that's not going to be possible. Take as many of my memories as you can and get out of here! Find... Him. Only he knows the true answers. He can help you."
The door slammed open, as one of the armed guards opened fire, riddling his father with bullets, as Bryce attempted but failed to put a shield around his father. Quickly teleporting, Bryce was away.
Morpheus stepped forward, brushing his guardsmen out of his way.
"Oh Brent, things would've been so much easier if you had just co-operated with me, like you did all of those years ago." he shook his head. "Still, war will continue until one of us is victorious. If my foe wasn't you, then if can only be your son. A pity, he could've been a grand General in my plans."
Turning to face the guards, Olympus spoke darkly.
"Dispose of him. Tell the troops that their General has made his choice, and we must show him the severity of his mistake." adjusting his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, he continued. "-And prepare RAGNAROK. This war was over before it started."
Beneath his feet, Bryce felt the asphalt begin to quake. The entirety of Crisis city shook. Buildings toppled, many burned, as the streets had massive fault lines shatter down their lengths. Late to the party, the resounding concussion of hundreds of explosives went off, effectively trapping every citizen in the city.
Running his way over towards Spaces Square, he glanced up at the giant television on the skyscraper. The newscaster appeared, but her voice was muffled by the explosions riddling the city. Instead a video that appeared over her shoulder blew up to cover the screen. All around the world, explosions trapped every city within the confines of themselves, as troopers from Terra Co. and the Agency patrolled their borders, opening fire on anyone that opposed their respective factions, even each other, if they saw each other.
Glancing down the south end of Broadway, civilians of all sorts roared with both panic and anger, marching in his general direction. Turning a complete one-eighty, he watched as Agency soldiers dressed in assault gear marched forward, the first row and every other one holding riot shields, the rest armed to the teeth with high tech weaponry.
Before any shots were fired, or anyone could move, the many televisions layering the sky-scrapers filled with numerous faces, all of which shared by two very familiar people. On the side following the civilians, Morpheus' face appeared, on the Agency, a Woman's. One he had thought long dead, or gone.
"Mom?" he said in disbelief.
"Citizens of Crisis City! This is your time to relinquish the grasp that the corrupt have over you, and to throw in back in their faces! We all know the hardships of being truly free, when our own Government establishes an organization seeking out Humans unlike us, and destroying them. You, you husbands and wifes, your daughters and sons, your grandsons or granddaughters. ALL that you loved, oppressed by those whom run our Country, our WORLD!" Olympus' voice echoed through the town. "We are among you, our Organization set to end the oppression, the new world order is neigh!"
"FALSE!" Bryce's Mother roared. "Terra Co.- Your supposed allies, mean only to use those which do not belong for their own intents and purposes, INCLUDING wiping all of us normal humans off of the face of the earth. My Agency fights today to end a rebellion that will cause nothing but death and destruction in it's wake. What proof do I have, you might be asking? Look around you, contact loved ones around the world. Terra Co. has trapped you within your cities, within your homes. Once they have finished us, what is to say they won't end you?!
Behind Bryce, he only heard more marching, as he turned to face the largest task force of Metas H.O.P.E had at their disposal. A face covered both Olympus' and his Mother's on the screens. But he didn't need to turn to realize who it was. Only that he had mistakenly backed into the intersection that divided the factions.
"Everyone you have heard just now has been nothing but a liar! We are very much like you, we only possess certain abilities. While many of us may be dangerous, the majority of us just wish to live our lives alongside you. We don't WANT you to look at us differently. We fight for equality. The Agency wishes to destroy us, fearing that we would cause terrorism, terrorism from which Terra Co. has been the biggest contributor. We fight for EVERYONE's rights, as Human beings, not separated by powers or no powers. We wish no harm on anyone, it is the people in Terra Co. and the Agency who would wish you harm!" Chloe's voice echoed, before all of the screens were cut black.
For a brief moment, the world was silent, as all three factions glared at him, ready for him, the catalyst of the war, to make a move. Instead, he turned away from all three of the remaining factions, charging down the street that was clear. Behind him, all he could hear was the roars and pounding of feet from all the factions charging towards the intersection. Women screamed in pain, gunshots filled the air, and the sickening echoes of bones breaking only caused him to run faster and faster.
Whether or not he liked it, he could feel the embers of the war nipping at his heels, no matter how fast he ran. At this particular moment, he could not think of Teleporting, only getting away from it all. Ducking around the corner, the one quiet, peaceful Earth, became loud and dangerous, as fire filled the skies.
Closing his eyes, he was away from it all.
--------------------------------------------------------
Opening his eyes, he glanced upon a mahogany desk with a decorative ink well with feather. It was empty, with a camera, which thankfully had been off, pointing at the chair.
Looking down at the documents on the table, he instantly realized the grave error he had made. Rifling through it as fast as he could, he heard the doorknob jostle for a brief second. Finding the image he was looking for, he was off in yet another flash.
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Reappearing, Bryce turned to face the man in the shackles. Cuts adorned his arms, torso, and legs where whips and other such instruments had been in use. Quickly firing an icicle at the camera, he continued to stare in disbelief, his mouth agape. He wanted to cry in the worst of ways, his mouth shuttering from the overwhelming emotions he felt, but nothing came out.
Falling to his knees, he lowered his head in shame, he had been too late.
Or so he thought.
"My how you've grown." a voice entered his head, it actually scared him, the last time that had happened was with his Grandfather all of those years ago. "It's good to see you son."
"Why don't you speak?" Bryce asked, refusing to look up.
"Because I refused to tell Olympus where you would have gone after you destroyed the Munich facility. So he... I'll spare the details. But you were foolish to come here, buddy."
"I came to get you-" Bryce replied. "H.O.P.E needs you, I need you."
"It's impossible. Brent shook his head. "I have become so weak, they do not feed me, they only give me drink in the hopes that I can be used as bait."
Brent's head suddenly jerked to the left, towards the door.
"He's coming, along with several other armed guards-" Brent scoffed.
" I have so many questions! I'm NOT leaving here without you!"
"We both know that's not going to be possible. Take as many of my memories as you can and get out of here! Find... Him. Only he knows the true answers. He can help you."
The door slammed open, as one of the armed guards opened fire, riddling his father with bullets, as Bryce attempted but failed to put a shield around his father. Quickly teleporting, Bryce was away.
Morpheus stepped forward, brushing his guardsmen out of his way.
"Oh Brent, things would've been so much easier if you had just co-operated with me, like you did all of those years ago." he shook his head. "Still, war will continue until one of us is victorious. If my foe wasn't you, then if can only be your son. A pity, he could've been a grand General in my plans."
Turning to face the guards, Olympus spoke darkly.
"Dispose of him. Tell the troops that their General has made his choice, and we must show him the severity of his mistake." adjusting his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, he continued. "-And prepare RAGNAROK. This war was over before it started."