Chapter 4
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Soon as I made my way to the middle of the camp, I willed myself to be visible. The materialization took place in a blinding flash of light, which drew all their attention towards me. Suddenly there was a cacophony of voices, all yelling at me, guns c****d, in a language I could make nothing of. In a few moments I was surrounded. I could count at least 50 armed men in the ranks and all of them had their weapons trained at me.
I was about to say something when a voice rang out from behind the men. Immediately the men parted as a tall dark figure stepped out. As he came closer, the radiant light from me illuminated his dark figure. I could sense from the way they lowered their weapons in response to a wave of his hand that he was their leader.
"Who are you young man? Where do you come from? And what are you doing here?"
He spoke fluent English.
"I'm nobody to you, same as all those people you just killed. But I'm here to take revenge for their deaths. Do you have any last words?"
I was furious, and I didn't try to hide the anger in my voice. But my threats didn't have the desired effect. The man burst out laughing. Amidst laughter, he turned and said something to his men, who joined him in laughing. Another gesture of his hand, and there was absolute silence.
"You're so funny, that's why you're still standing before me alive." He said, staring down at me with cold unfeeling eyes.
"Who do you think you are? Do you imagine your little light trick show means anything? I am the great Maliyu! The butcher, the undying serpent! I've been killing before you were born, and unless your demands are met by your worthless leaders, I will continue to kill, slaughtering until..."
I'd had enough. A concentrated blast of energy went through his chest and he fell in a heap at my feet, a gaping hole where his heart had been.
"Who's next?"
Then came the fireworks. Hundreds of bullets hit me as the terrorists emptied the contents of their guns on me. There was only a little more than a tickling effect as the bullets dropped to the ground, on impact with my skin. I let them have their fun. Soon most of them ran out of ammo. A handful of the most daring ones rushed at me, cutlasses and dagger in hand, while the rest frantically tried to reload their weapons. Immediately I swung into action, kicking and punching and blasting my way through my attackers. Arms were ripped off, heads were blown off from necks as I moved at superspeed. In a few minutes, I'd had enough.
"This is taking too long. Let's end this", I said to no one in particular as I took to the air. With a burst of heat vision, I incinerated all of them. The camps, the tents, everything was engulfed in flames. There was nothing left, not even their vehicles were spared my wrath. Everything was burnt to ashes.
I was still taking in the scene with deep satisfaction over the victorious revenge, when I heard my mom's words.
"David, don't you dare fall asleep on that couch!"
Her words brought me back from my long reverie. The television was still on, but the news of the terrorist attack was long gone and they were now talking about sports and football.
I shook my head and sat up, my face a mixture of amusement and disappointment. It had all been imaginary. As I walked out of the room, I could only wish in my mind that I had actual superpowers.
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