Well, I can still neutralize this half human being with a simple lock. However, I don't want to. It reminds me too much of my daughter. But, I have to do this. For her.
Because it had three heads, one at the usual place with no eyes, and the other two were in place of it's hands. and the ones present on the hand were in the dorm of snake heads. It had no fingers. it's vision must be perfect. And by the way it moves, I guess it responds to the amount of heat that I give out. Luckily, the meditation in the Himalayas had paid off. I could easily regulate my body temperature, and could cut of the amount of heat I had if i concentrated. It was hard with my daughter's image continuously coming in front of my eyes, but I could manage.
I lunged directly towards it and completely suppressed my body heat. after that, the being was unable to detect me, even from a particularly cose distance. i was standing right beside it. Now all that was left was to locate it's pressure points.
Locating the pressure points was the most easy part. As it took breath, there were certain points on it's skin and scales that opened simultaneously. It differed from person to person, and it was the thing that made athletes more athletic than the normal person.
This being, however, was different. It had three hundred pressure points. That is a hundred more that any person I have ever met before going into penance, when I was training under a monk for around 4 years.
However, it was considerably weak. I could see the fatigue through it's limbs that were no longer working. within three minutes, it died. I pressed every alternating pressure point on his body. And then, I finished it off with a single touch of my finger to it's neck.
Sorry, I meant through it's neck.
Let's waste no more time. let's continue.
I don't want to kill humans, but you know I cannot stand those "Things" Even though I am always calm on the outside, there might come a time when I lose my cool. And that would be the end of many lives.
Just bragging. Don't take it seriously.
7 Hours Later:-
I can't believe this is the same country I visited around 300 years ago. I am in India.
Finally. we have reached a small city. I see people here. And the buildings are huge. I don't know how they have managed to keep these buildings so close to each other and tall, and still the foundation looks impressive. I wonder how much deep the foundation is. I used to be a construction worker. But never in my life have I seen a building more impressive. And there are 1,2,3,4,5,6,7...17. Yes seventeen of these buildings.
Now there are many people here. I have to see just how much advanced have the people become in 300 years.
I see a man approaching me. He was a caucasian male, with blonde hair and mustache. He has a gun like thing in his hand. And it does not feel like he has come to greet me.
"Hello sir. May I have your ID for registration?"
I don't have a ID. Should I say it out loud though?
"I am sorry. I do not have a I.D."
"No problem sir. Can I see your I.P Users License?"
"I don't have an I.P device."
At that instance, his eyes changed. They became black
And as I thought, The gun wasn't only a decoration. It was meant to kill.