Chapter 15: Massacre and revenge
-Onix!! What happened, are you ok?! -Rezler shouted, to the just created debris-
-Rezler! Don't worry, i'm ok. Go with the people from the helicopter, i'll find a way to get out of here by my own!
-It's ok! -Rezler didn't doubt a second of his friend's words- Good bye, boy!
-Pretska! Moon! Adrigo! Are you alright? What happened here?! -the voice came from the outside, undoubtedly from the pilot of the helicopter who was still waiting outside-
On that moment, Moon and Adrigo were croched down, checking the status of the old Pretska's wound, lying on the floor inside of a growing blood puddle.
-She's dead, Moon! -said Adrigo, checking the wound carefully-
-No! It can't be!
-The bullet went through her heart, there's nothing to do. Pretska... i'm sorry, i'm very sorry. -The young man couldn't suppress his crying then-
-Adrigo, don't say that, it wasn't your fault! Everyone knows very well what we comply with! -Moon couldn't stop her tears either- If we did this it was because we know you would have done the same for us!
-That doesn't matter now, Moon, that doesn't matter at all. It's only that Pretska is dead, she won't breathe anymore, and i'm the cause, I, for being on this damn prison, due to my incompetence! Why, Moon, why did you come here for me?! Why did you embark on this suicidal mission?!
-Hey guys!! -the pilot's voice was heard again, from the helicopter's rough public address system- What the hell are you doing?! Get on this damn piece of crap right now, Aklas' air troops are on their way to block us!!
They were downhearted by sadness until they heard their pilot's communication, and came back to the reality of the danger that surrounded them.
-I'll help you with the body. -offered Rezler, who observed the scene in silence, dismayed-.
Then, Rezler used his strenght and size to jump into the helicopter carrying with Pretska's corpse, Moon and Adrigo followed him. Just after he got in, he saw the pilot, a man who was quickly introduced as Syd. It was an elderly man of about sixty years old, very wrinkled and with a tidy grey bob, as well as an impeccable mustache. Despite his age, he kept a firm body, thin and not very big, typical of a teenager. He dedicated little time to formalities with his new guest, when he was conscious that Pretska was lying lifeless on his arms. Syd suffered a great sadness when he found dead his workmate of all life... his friend, lover, confidant, his adventure partner, his soulmate, the only person he considered as a part of himself... the unhappy old man took off the balaclava gently, uncovering then a face that, despite being wrinkled and pale, conserved a sober natural beauty, and couldn't avoid crying in silence. It was Moon who took over the helicopter's command then, even though her level as pilot was much inferior. Not losing a second even in taking off her balaclava, the young woman set the engines to the maximum and got out of there really fast, chased by a troop of Aklas of three helicopters ... who promised to make it really difficult to the fugitives.
Onix, on the other hand, thought of his separation from the group not as a stroke of bad luck, but as an opportunity. The warlock threw away Pretska's old rifle, putting it between the double door at the end of the corridor so it would get stuck, and took the powerful machine gun of the soldier he just kicked instead. It was quite difficult for him to move away the debris so he could gain access to the new magazines of the now dead soldier, but he had the time to do it, and recharge his weapon with them, before the rabble that was trying to enter the corridor through the stucked door managed to pass through it by riddling it.
Onix was blunt. Thanks to the noradrenaline that came from his brain in such a limit situation like that, he could unbelievably force his battered body, and create another barrier around him. The end of the rifle's barrel, which was just out of the magic bulletproof barrier, exhaled a hell of projectiles as the door gave away, and in a few seconds no one remained up on the other side.
The warlock crossed the threshold making his way through the pile of corpses, with all his senses to the limit. He noticed some stairs going down. Onix knew nothing about that place in which he was, but undoubtedly the hole caused by the helicopter made clear that he had to go downstairs if he wanted to arrive to the first floor and carry out his plan. The invincible marksman went down the spiral staircase jumping, paying attention to the numbers he discovered beside each door he passed, identifying the floor he was at. For each floor he went down, various soldiers were lying in wait for him, and when he arrived to the first floor, the warlock was exhausted.
Seeing as his magic power had nothing else to offer, neither did his ammunition, the fugitive wanted to change the strategy and took a grenade from the body of the last guard he had killed. He estimated they would be at least twenty soldiers who chased him downstairs, and wouldn't take much time to arrive to his position. Not doubting a second, he pulled out the grenade's ring and left it near the stairs, as he entered carefully by the only door he saw on that first floor.
Then Onix came across a corridor, similar to the one on the 30th floor of the building in which minutes ago was captive with Rezler. "What a nightmare, this place makes you feel you aren't making any progress", the warlock thought. However, there were less rooms and with normal doors, which made clear that this time weren't cells what were behind them. In a few seconds, the grenade exploded in a short distance from where he was located, anihilating without a doubt all the chasing guards and making a huge noise, but also blowing up the door and almost blowing up Onix too, who cursed out loud the sudden and excessive power that Aklas gave to some simple infantry soldiers. Listening the sound of fast steps coming from the other corner of the corridor (which would be the long part of the L), inmediately, Onix entered recklessly the first door he saw to his left and stayed there in silence. It was dark and it smelled like desinfectant, which make him think it was the place where they kept the cleaning tools. The warlock stuck his ear to the door and remained still until he calculated that the unknown person, who was alone, by the sound of his steps, was walking by his side. Then, a great slam of the door made the surprised victim fall to the floor, who undoubtedly went to that place alerted by the explosion.
Then Onix took advantage of it and checked who he had attacked, and a face of disgust (preceded by one of satisfaction) appeared on his face; that chubby figure, that white and neglected hair, that deformed face... it was the warden.
-How's your finger doing?
-You don't know what you are doing... you better drop that weapon, or it will be worse...
-Worse than an imminent public execution? You amuse me, sir warden. -Onix, without hesitation, fired twice the man lying on the floor, once on each elbow he was leaning on, leaving his arms completely useless-
-Argh!! What the hell are you doing, bastard?! What do you pretend?!
-Save the little ammunition i have left.
A few minutes after that various steps were heard from the other side of the corridor. Onix helped the man lying on the floor to get up as he aimed at him with the gun, and placed himself behind him using him as a human shield. The five guard that crossed the corner of the corridor saw, surprised, the scene.
-Very well, guys. -said Onix- I want you to drop your guns and enter everyone on that cleaning room right now. Fast! Or i'll kill the fat bastard!
The warden tried to say something, but the gun barrel that aimed at him put more pressure on the side of his head. The guards slowly did as Onix told them.
-Eh, what are you doing! The grenades too, on the floor!
In a few seconds, all the guards were unarmed and inside the room with the door closed.
-Heh, this is easier than i expected.
Then Onix approached the cleaning room and got rid of the warden with a knock of the butt of his rifle, which put him down on the floor stunned. Without delay, he walked away, changed his almost empty rifle for a new one, and took two grenades from the floor, one of which he put on his belt, and pulled out the ring from the other. The screams of horror that came from the warden on that moment made the guards open the door alarmed, banging that way the bleeding elbow of the man and causing the pain to raise. On that same moment, a small grenade without ring slipped by the open gap of the door just before exploding, as the man who threw it ran away from there.
After resting a while after the explosion, Onix decided to go back to his strategy of combining his magic barrier with the fire power of the drilling rifles. After checking without success various doors of the corridor, he saw that a new wave of guards entered the area, and after getting rid of them all and changing his rifle again, he chose the way they came from.
It turned out to be another long corridor, but this time it was much wider and drew a circular curve. The enemies there seemed to never stop appearing, and Onix had serious problems to anihilate them all without using up the ammunition. Once again, he changed his empty rifle for another one, and kept on his way. Finally, he arrived to a familiar area: it was the prison's waiting room, in which not so long ago he received the beating of his life, and through which there was a door to the garage. Yes, undoubtedly that was a great stroke of luck. Now that he knew where he was, he recognized perfectly the door to the garage, which was wide open. The warlock approached it to get inside, but suddenly he heard a loud sound coming from the enclosure, and as preventive measure he stayed quiet and observed by the small gap between the frame and the door.
Yes; just as he thought, it was an enormous transport military tank, probably sold from the military base of Aklas. "Wow, they are quite concerned by this... it really is disconcerting" Onix thought. Looking thoroughly, the warlock saw that dozens of soldiers began to come out of the tank, followed by who seemed to be their major. "Oh, wait, that is... yes, definitely, that's the bastard who brought me here". Onix was willing to escape, and if possible to take revenge on the way. "If i remember well, during military maneuveurs here the highest positions in charge usually go behind, preceded by their troop. I must take advantage from it". The fugitive looked at the door and studied it for a while. "Metallic, strong but simple, and with a rudimentary lock system... it's perfect".
After listening to a small talk of their major, the troops began to march quickly towards the garage's exit, where Onix was. One by one, the soldiers crossed the threshold. One, two, three... five, six, seven... twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six...
Onix' hair started beating strongly once he counted the soldier number fifty. He didn't estimate a higher number moments ago, when he observed them get off the vehicle. His body, placed upside down with the back against the wall and the hands leaning on the thick upper doorframe, was in tension, ready to act. When he wasn't expecting any more infantry men, and his hearing (counting only another pair of feet approaching from outside) and his sight (seeing the blue sleeve of a suit crossing the threshold) alerted him, the warlock let fall his legs down strongly, giving the major a double kick that threw him back inside the garage. The last guards were alerted by that, but they had no time to do anything since Onix went outside with the major and locked the door after him, shooting at the rudimentary handle which held it firmly. The satisfaction covered Onix when he verified how the guards were banging on the door like crazy from the other side not standing a chance.
-Hi, Major. How are you? -Onix said, after taking away the gun that fell off from the militar and aiming at him with the drilling rifle-
-What the hell do you want from me?!
-Simple. My weapons.
-They are still there, stupid. -the bald man pointed at the tank which previously brought Onix and Rezler to their ruin. It was on the same place in which it was left, even the hatch was open-
-You didn't take care of that stuff yet? I'm surprised. How do i know i can trust you?
-Go and check it yourself.
-Hmm... -Onix saw for a while now, concerned, that the door he locked behind him was resisting less that he thought- I'm in a hurry, you know?, i haven't much time for check ups. Come with me.
The warlock forced the major to go with him to the tank, and stopped by his side.
-Very well, now tell me where is that piece of junk that took me and my friend here trapped like rats.
-I'm not in possession of such inform...
-I don't care if you have it or not. Tell me, or i'll kill you.
-Alright, alright... it's there...
The soldier was more frightened than what Onix expected. The warlock thought about how much human should fear actually the one's like him, and a dark feeling of loneliness traveled across his entrails. Leaving those thoughts behind, Onix fired without hesitating the are his hostage had indicated, and effectively it sounded as though it had dammaged a powerful electronic system and not the engine itself. The warlock was satisfied but, for more safety, he aimed at the still open hatch of the vehicle too and riddled it with bullets, destroying it so it couldn't be sealed anymore.
-What are you going to do?
-What do you think? I'm going to leave. And you come with me.
Then the warlock shot, in cold blood, at his hostage on the heart, with a brilliant idea in mind. He looked once more at the metallic door which was being banged at desperately by the soldiers who wanted to make their way in, and decided he had the time to do what he was planning.
