“Xanteaus has forsaken them, his voice no longer fills their heads, we are here to rise up and take the impure down and restore the god’s star in pure soil. You taint holy ground, outsider.”
Dommik looked out calmly over the aliens, their bared bodies strained, their hands cupped and unclothed. Each an unlit wick waiting for the fire. Unconcerned hatred marred their faces.
“Markoss didn’t tell you I was coming, did he?”
Several of the aliens closest to him stopped.
A trap?
He continued, “You don’t have to die, I’ll walk out of here and you’ll never see me again. One flower, with the roots still intact, is all I ask for.” The snake hiss of daggers being unsheathed filled his ears. “I’m not interested in war.” The aliens started to slink around him.
The sweat of impending battle stunk up the globe-glowed cavern.
“We will sacrifice you to Xanteaus, the god of gods and the star within the first world. There will be no accursed here!”
He let his Trentian kill-code arise and allowed the poison to build up in his system.
The alien savages expected a slaughter, and it looked like they were going to get one. Not the one they wanted, though. He turned into the metal monster that he was and let the venom that bubbled up from his body to bubble from his elongated teeth and from his fingertips.
He slashed and cut, dripping with rancor and vitriol, and soon the slop of alien blood as the first wave came at him. His legs came apart and then the real slaughter began.
It wasn’t until he climbed the cavern walls and sprayed down his poison that the screams took on a whole new pitch.
He left bodies in his wake, some dead, most almost dead as they succumbed to the acid in their veins and the paralysis. The aliens on the outskirts, untouched, began to back away while the brave began to shoot him down with bullets that ricocheted off his exoskeleton.
For every alien that dropped, two more took its place, and he had yet to enjoy the carnage. His joints popped and his mouth pulled out until it broke away from his face while the bones of his canines shifted underneath, soaking up the poison that was left over, and replaced with razor sharp steel.
Dommik let his control vanish in the battle cries and the spears that poked at his Cyborg body and dropped down on a horde of aliens, crushing their bodies under his heavy frame.
“Drop the dirt!”
“For the god of gods!”
He tore at their throats and roared with a mouth full of blood until the Trentians backed away. A rumble shook the ground followed by the stone floor cracking open. The dead and dying began to tremble and slip away as the wails of the aliens turned to cheers.
His limbs shook as the jagged crevasse came for him. He jumped back but stumbled over the pliant bodies littering his escape. The small ray of sun from the entrance began to disappear. A gate closing in from the sides.
Dommik speared his lower half into the wall when the entire floor opened up into a black hole. The Trentians around the edges continued to berate him with bullets and throwing spears, he even felt the sting of rocks.
Fucking hell.His spider legs slipped down the stone and with the rumble of the floor closing up, he fell into the pit.
Chapter Twenty:
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If there was one thing Dommik knew, it was that he didn’t have a perfect record; as a Cyborg, he was perfectly imperfect.
He cursed the EPED when he landed on two of his legs, crushing them beneath his heavy frame, he then cursed Stryker forhavinga perfect record; that bastard always took the cushy jobs.
If he deployed a distress call, how many would ignore it before it was too late?
His body sparked as he assessed the damage finding the two limbs next to useless. They pulled at his body, keeping him off balance and frustrated.
Dommik slipped his fingers across the crushed appendage, bending it towards him until it was close enough for coverage all while fighting off the pain. Because he did feel pain. Even with his nanocells programmed to heal him at a rapid rate and his natural tolerance toward it, he felt pain. It caught him up like quicksand, from the torn apart tendons to the bullet-ridden flesh, slowly sinking him into its pit.
He laid back amongst the corpses, listening to the last dying hushes of those he doomed around him, and waited until the final death breath whispered into his ear.
I have to get back to Kat.
