A ship docked at a beach on an island, rifles' barrels targeted the grains to their feet, they ran right out, all guided by a singular supervisor wearing the same outfit as them. As they continuously sprinted out the ship's backside, he took his walkie-talkie and pushed the mic-side to his lips,
"We've arrived at the-" Radio interference, static on the other hand, his words were useless, and it would only work if they returned.
The other supervisors for the other two ships docked at the beach all gave each other a clean nod, unveiling their shotguns from over their backs, strap over their chest, they rushed after their subordinates. Eventually, they managed to reach their estimated location... the center of the island, the sand had lead to a grass field. Paranormal, to say the least, but neither of the three lost their focus, instead, they just moved their barrels around and searched. Until it came. Something knocked them all over collectively, leaving them on the ground, side by side together, the middle one grunted with his eyes closed, instinctively pushing it off their chest.
A headless body flopped right ahead as a kick to its stump had sent it flying back, arms flailing around, blood splashed onto their visors... it didn't faze them. One who'd already stood up already offered their hand to their fallen comrade, and just like that, he was yanked back up, slipping his shotgun back into his arms: there was now a new mission. Locate the murderer who'd decapitated that body... and now, who'd reduced all the other inferiors to puddles of blood surrounding the center. There was only one constant around this all, and it was that crouched figure right in the center, just looking around curiously with eyes as bright as the morning sun's whitened illuminating rays. His hair was as wondrous as the Messiah's, moving with guidance and a pure white surrounding the locks, orbs darting downward to examine his hands; just as white as the glow emitting from his person.
It was as though the Lord Himself had bestowed weakling mortals his holy presence, for they were bowing before his mighty self, while all he'd been doing was admiring this new form. The white hue started to dissipate, their heads rising gradually before they exploded in balls of blood and bits of brain. Splashing against his Unlimited enveloping his tanned frame, the Being widened his eyes... the gore-splattered to the ground with squishy audio accompanying it, while all he did was admire the sky. Shapes of clouds, animals with wings, a blue ceiling, and among it all, a powerful presence unable to ignore. Not a thought behind his eyes, the naked man with long hair and white eyes moved, his feet stepping into a puddle of blood, and yet, as he looked to the bottom of his foot, there was not a feeling of liquid around his skin.
This world was new, unlike his old one, so he ventured out and explored the regiments of what would later become a prison, one with walls erected to encage their subjects: it all began with a zombie's lifeless stroll, legs guiding him toward the singularity of change. Eventually, in due time, the fabric of the world would shatter into shards, and it would all be by his hand, now standing at the beach with his long hair moving with the air. A product of the Old World incarnated into this new one, Alexander Amara... a phenomenon that would change the hierarchy of this universe, meanwhile, across the dimensional barrier, while he strolled through what would later become Riverton, an elevator's metallic doors mechanically spread-wide.
Callum casually took his stroll outside the metal chamber, ducking his head while the evermoving rotors of the awaiting chopper were seated on this rooftop. At the same time, the pilot door was opened by another guard, Rivers making the sign with his fingers on his forehead, however, as he turned around, seconds away from entering- he saw Kelly. Standing over the edge, eyes widened, lips barely parted, and as his shorter figure came visible to her at the corner of her vision, her neck turned her whole head,
"I know... the news and Google really doesn't do it justice, huh?"
Below them was the blackened environment of a disintegrating location, mere moments away from fading from humanity's minds, as she stood at the edge of this Tower. She just kept gazing upon it all... this horrifying scenery that seemed to be something out of a movie, one where filmmakers and screenwriters had to think up ways to creatively destroy the world for the sake of the audience's engagement. But this was all that laid before her brown eyes: a bleak scenery where no life could be seen within a mile. One where buildings barely stood intact if they were national landmarks, where others' rooftops cluttered among the rubble, while charred skeletons stood buried below, remnants of burnt darkened flesh were chewed upon as vultures pecked at an eye socket.
These skeletal interiors were not all of the same sizes, however, some were smaller, as though they were children; and some were weaker, like elders. All in all, above Ground Zero, where Kelly and Callum stood together, nothing was normal. The blackened ground contrast to the bright blue sky, the clouds scattered apart, and the cries of vultures heard as they circled their heads deep above the Heavens,
"It's weird to think about. How my family's corpses are here. I could even identify them if I wanted to, go to my old childhood home..." He whispered solemnly.
As the waves crashed upon the remaining beach some miles away from here, the seagulls could be heard, with the new Island some ways in the distance,
"Why... why'd you choose this place for our headquarters?" She inquired to the younger man, just a wee bit shorter than her, maybe they were both the same height, in retrospect.
As she asked, the silence served as a deafening sonic boom as if she could hear nothing but his thoughts, however quiet they were, as one eye analyzed the corpses this building was structured over, he remembered that sight just five years ago. Ascending in another chopper with this horrible scenery right out the window, he could barely remember what it looked like, and now, as he stared upon it now, in his present, he could only remember his grandparents' faces. Why he chose this place as the Frontier's base of operations? Well, that was easy. A chuckle discharged between his scarred lips, the blonde quirking upright another brow, as he turned his whole body, his head turned, and he made that red-eye barely visible to her. All just to let out one response as a tear slid down his cheek and curved down his jaw, voice shattering,
"It's... just a reminder. Heh."
A helicopter soared from the helipad stabbed to the Frontier Tower's rooftop, rotors rapidly to propel itself further into the clouds, the more they ascended, the further Ground Zero's sight removed from their sight. Turning her head away from the window, wiping her nostrils with her hoodie sleeve, she sighed,
"So... where're we going?" Kelly inquired tearfully,
"To pick up the next candidate for the New Frontier. She goes by the name of 'Frost' but her true name is Heidi Snow. She currently resides in Moscow," He informed her, seated behind the pilot seat, headset locked over his head,
"Wait, her name is Snow-"
"I asked her the same shit, I think she's actually American, just an immigrant," He answered back.
The pieces were in place for the eventual uprising of an angel to the golden gates of Heaven residing above the clouds, the helicopter disappeared behind the clouds as they gathered for another shower in the dead center of summer, funnily enough.
At the same time, Alex felt a droplet touch his finger's tip, cooing curiously, his head spun around... the thunder screamed above those grey clouds, the sun hidden behind. His bare feet left patches against the sand's grains, and yet, as time passed, and those rainclouds faded, it was almost as though he left reverberations through Time. Footprints that never disappeared, just a notion of who resided here, and as his figure sunk below the seas of the unknown, he was inevitably met with that new scenery. A sunken city of yore implanted against the seabed, fishes swimming around its architecture, it seemed so eerie, nevertheless, he kept moving. Feet touching that reflective platform, the Judge was back to standing on two limbs. A pure heavenly glow that enveloped his whole soul had vanished from over his body entirely, but there was something it had missed. His eyes.
Striding onward through these labyrinthine corridors, that presence grew closer, something he could touch or taste as if it were on the tip of his tongue. Everything seemed to blackout; there was only that sole glow that brightened the path ahead, that one meaning that drove him to keep moving. As time went on and the seconds turned to minutes, time was erased, and finally, he was met with it. That orb of illumination that seemed to supervise his gradual pace was locked thereupon the podium. Step by step, ascending the stairway to the pillar, two tanned hands cupped around this circular object, obstructed of physical form, the silent pleas of those confined to this invisible prison called to him. Hundreds upon thousands upon millions were registered, a wince visible as he grunted out his clenched teeth, but there was only one of importance to him, and that was her,
"Alex?" His eyes widened at the mention, a singular pupil growing closer to the exterior of the sphere, and there she was...
A woman with white hair, purple eyes, and a tanned skin complexation with a hand seemingly planted upon a transparent border protecting her from Alexander,
"Mother..." Whispered the young man, tears pouring out his eyes edges, despite it all, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of her once again, no matter what form, she was here, and that was all that mattered.
"How... where am I?" His white eyes seemed to power down, for the rest of the outer eyeball now visible, hands around the wholly pale sphere, he searched.
Through the filled bank of his catalog of memories, there wasn't a trace of an underwater location such as this, for the engravings marked upon the wall and the eerie feeling were unique to him. Was this the New World the Emperor had made? If so, why did it feel like something out of a Lovecraftian horror story? It was this indescribable sensation; as if there were something about to peek out from the door frame to just silently watch, but there was nothing to indicate this, just an experience after having challenged the likes of the Devil itself. Likely a form of paranoia, so he pushed through it, and instead, looked down at this glowing orb before his very eyes. Why was she trapped there? Were the Emperor and his mentor too? Maybe their souls had been entrapped within the New World, therefore, they weren't able to pass over to the afterlife,
"I don't know what the hell's going on, but... that doesn't seem like any afterlife to me. I'll get you out so you can pass on properly," Alex declared, allowing his whitened aura to emerge out his soul, bolts of lightning bouncing out from around his body…
At that moment, the activation for the unfortunate doomsday timer had started a countdown, as the most destructive of the forsaken Requiem energy had streamed out from his soul fueling through his veins and discharging out the tips of his fingers. From then on, it was equivalent to dividing by 0, thus creating an answer.. impossible to exist. The New World had deemed such things, remnants, and supernatural existences from the Old one before it as persona non grata. Unwelcome in this new frontier of human existence, the second it touched against that sphere, unfortunately, it had released outward. The orb fractured into pieces with shards streaming out at every single side as if a window were breaking from a strengthened punch to the integrity, thus marking a single date.
Across the dimensional barrier behind this island, above the clouds where the chopper was guiding the two to meet with the fourth candidate for the Evolution Frontier, Callum grunted. A finger against his temples rubbing the headache away with each gradual rotation his extremities made, Kelly immediately jerked out of her seat, both hands gripping the joystick between his legs.
Chopper stabilizing slowly by her quick thinking, all it took was the press of a button with a thumb applying pressure, underneath it reading, 'Autopilot.' And from then, Kel paced her panicked breaths, and Callum groaned a second time, using both sets of fingers to rub his forehead, she jumped to his seat,
"Cal- CAL! Are you okay... talk to me," She worriedly encouraged more communication between the two, as one hand slid to his own, their fingers interlocked, and they shared a friendly smile.
As Cal sat up, he let out a satisfied moan, then chuckling lowly, Kel turned her head, as if curious to know what he was chortling about. Noticing this look of confusion over her features with a swift glimpse, he smiled,
"Another event has occurred to my liking. The Dimensional Barrier between the Island and the World is beginning to fracture. Soon, my plan will come to fruition, and this year of labor will finally be worth it. An orchestration to destroy reason from this world that relies on the devotion of its people to keep corruption in power. In the end, for assholes to be elected, the subjects have to be quiet for them to stay in power. Humanity will evolve beyond this lofty society. It all starts that day, in just three weeks from now, August 1st... they'll all fall, and I'll rise above their ashes like a phoenix soaring above the skies.
This is- my justice.."
To Be Continued.