The White Feather- A story of infinite worlds

Creed Of Chaos

“Zeus, hack the sound distribution system and play some hardcore music.” Thomas said and cracked his knuckles.

The tunnel shook from the 200 bpm music as the gate opened. There were forty guards ready to drop whoever came out of the metal gate. Some of them were behind wooden crates but most of them were kneeling in the middle of the thirty foot wide tunnel.

“He’s no fool. He’ll play some kind of trick, stay alert. Do NOT let him get out of there alive, you hear me?” Veda said over the radio. He was in the strong room with Amanda, watching the impending disaster through cameras.

“Do not worry my friend. We were trained for years to assassinate loads of men in a single go. What is one mercenery in front of us?” the Russian commander spoke.

Thomas was standing right in front of the door. As soon as it opened, he threw the man he was carrying towards the battalion of men. The soldiers were too anxious to realize who it was and didn't wait for their commander's orders. It wouldn't have made much difference anyway. They filled the helpless man with dozens of bullet holes before he could even hit the ground.

While they were busy shooting at their boss, Thomas held a Uzi in each of his hands, aimed and squeezed the trigger. Before long, the air was replaced by fire in form of muzzle flashes. Thomas didn’t stop, he walked straight into the swarm of enemies. On the other side, blood was splattering all over the walls and the cries of pain were all over, but they were suppressed by the sharp shooting.

Bullets tore through Thomas’ skin and exited from his back, shooting jets of pink blood into the air. But his wounds were also healing at the same rate, so Thomas didn’t notice a thing. As soon as the magazines were out, he threw the empty SMGs towards the scattered and mostly scared men, knocking two of them out.

He then took out the shotgun from his back. He was close enough to blow off some heads, and he planned to do the exact same thing. He tilted his neck to let a grenade swing by. He then lifted the shotgun and shot another grenade in mid air. The nade exploded in the soldier’s hand, splitting him into bits, along with his four comrades.

Thomas’ shotgun went out just as the last of the soldiers began forming a last line of defense. He looked at the gun in disbelief as if it wasn’t empty. He then held the gun by its barrel and pounced upon a wounded soldier. He smashed the butt of the gun on the man's skull until there was no head left, only eyeballs dangling from the neck and chunks of brain on the floor.

The soldiers had put some wooden crates together and built some sort of wall to keep Thomas away from them. Thomas looked at it and smiled.

“I suggest you take a PP-Bison with a sixty four bullet magazine.” Zeus said suddenly. Now that Thomas had merged his body with the watch, Zeus was studying his every move and providing assistance wherever necessary. If Thomas even thought about a weapon, Zeus provided it.

“Nah, I got this.” Thomas said and took out the karambit he had ‘borrowed’ from his unfortunate competitors.

The men looked at the crates in silence, prepared for any surprises. Sweat beads poured down from their heads as they realized that their training was not going to save them from this monster.

“You guys ready? I’m coming in!” Thomas said cheerfully like he was Santa, standing right in front of the chain of wood.

He waited for some time, like a reply would come from the other side. Finally, he kicked the crate in the middle. The soldiers were NOT expecting the display of this kind of strength and fled their positions as soon as they saw the hundred kilogram crate fly like a f*****g feather, taking four soldiers with it. But there was no running from Thomas.

He growled while spinning the karambit in his hand. As soon as he got ready to hunt, a spray of bullets sliced through his chest. He looked around and couldn’t believe his eyes. There was one loyal soldier who refused to flee his already fallen post and decided to face Thomas all by himself.

Thomas walked up to the soldier as he stopped firing to replace his rifle’s magazine. But it was no use. Thomas grabbed the rifle and deformed the barrel by the sheer strength of his wrists. The man held his hand in front of his eyes in a failed attempt to defend himself.

“You are a good soldier. You have honor. Don’t cross paths with me again, or I will make your head look just like this barrel.” Thomas said and pushed him away.

Now it was time for the lion to hunt. He identified the targets and planned his intercepting positions. As soon as he figured it all out, he darted. His speed was so fast that it almost seemed as if the devil was driving him.

As soon as he got close to the first soldier, he jumped. Then, with both hands holding the knife, he lifted it as high as he could and thrusted it with all his strength and into the man’s back. The rifle fell from the soldier’s hand as he went into shock. The blade pierced his heart and came out from his chest. Thomas took it out without stopping and locked his eyes on the next target.

After slashing and cutting for at least two hundred meters, Thomas tripped the Russian commander. The commander fell down head first and skid for almost twenty feet. He got up after some time, trying to get his head focused.

As soon as he tried to reach for his pistol, Thomas crashed a big right hand right on his head, which tore through the skull and landed in the ribs.

“Nice and quiet, like all things should be.” Thomas said, looking at the mutilated people all around him, with his hand still in the commander's body.

He looked at the camera on the wall. Veda felt like Thomas was somehow staring at him through the camera lens. Thomas lifted two fingers and took them to his eyes, signaling ‘I see you b***h, and there ain’t nowhere left to run’.

“He’ll be coming for the strong room. Target him from the gallery, he won’t be able to shoot back.” Veda said over the radio.

By now, the hardcore music had reached its peak and Thomas was thinking something.

“Tell me Zeus, am I allowed to use future guns under the burning feather protocol?” he asked thoughtfully.

“Yes sir, the protocol insists that if you are caught, the cover is already blown. Also, when the mission is at hand, no act is off limits. So, all tactics, orthodox or unorthodox, are allowed.” Zeus narrated.

“That’s what she said.” Thomas said dreamily.

“I am sorry Thomas, but I cannot relate.” Zeus said insensitively.

“Never mind, Get me my Panther GXR with the thermal red dot scope. Let’s show these fuckers how it’s done. Ah, I almost forgot the seasoning. Get me two of those TASER grenades." Thomas said, snapping out of the dream.

The gallery was at a higher level than the ground Thomas was standing on. It was like a balcony and the only way to reach there was by an elevator, which was presumably disabled.

Thomas took cover behind a wall and scoped in. the thermal scope gave Thomas the ability to see enemies which were hiding behind the stone railing of the gallery. They thought they were safe. But when Thomas is in the house, no one is safe.

He took a quick peek and fired a bullet. The shot had such immense power that it went right through the five inch thick stone railing and jammed in the head of a goon hiding behind the wall.

Thomas took another peek and noticed something which put a smile on his face. The elevator was working. But they had placed high explosives right on the top of the elevator, in case he made it there. But they didn’t account for Thomas’ thermal scope, and hence they didn’t know that their majestic plan was about to backfire.

Thomas dodged a few bullets before he finally locked on to the explosives behind the wall. Right when he pulled the trigger, he heard someone scream.

“Mortar!” a man yelled from the balcony.

Thomas looked up but it was too late. The mortar landed dangerously near Thomas, tossing him into the air like a rag doll. On the other hand, Thomas’ bullet had found its spot inside the bomb and lit up the balcony like the Fourth of July.

Thomas regained his consciousness after five minutes. He coughed as he looked around the large room filled with smoke and dust. But his hyper sensitivity kicked in soon enough. He got up and looked around to figure out which way he had to go and jumped towards the balcony, catching on to one demolished structure after another, and finally reached the upper level.

“f**k!” He shouted as he spotted a rocket launcher and fell down on the ground, dodging a rocket coming his way. The rocket whistled past him and blew a hole into a wall. Thomas took a hold of his TASER grenade and waited for the precise moment. The soldiers were firing random shots in the smoke.

“Surprise motherfucker.” Thomas said as soon as the soldier stopped shooting to reload.

He threw the grenade in the heart of enemy territory and pressed the detonator in his hand. The device went off, creating an electronic pulse which spread across the room in form of a blue lightning. The soldiers shook violently from the shock and fell down, still shaking and not able to move.

“Damn! I’ve been living in this stupid under-developed world for so long that I almost forgot the power of these things.” Thomas said and took out his pistol. He checked its magazine and then danced along, quickly shooting the helpless guards in his way.

Imagine someone coming at you with  deadly intent. You know he’s going to shoot you, but you have no control over your body. So you just lay down on the ground and moan helplessly as the grim reaper advances towards you and finally shoots you in the head. Yeah, the soldiers were in the exact situation. It was all over very soon.

Now there was only one thing standing between Thomas and his vengeance- The Strong Room.