'I thought you would be a better challenge but you were hardly even a challenge at all,' the B.T mocked him as it stood staring at his lifeless body thirty feet away from where it stood. 'Come to think of it, I thought I wouldn't stand a chance with a Versatile…that this Grenobe stuff was just another one of the Finch's methods of chicanery. But now I look at where I stand and where you're sitting right now and I now know that Destroyers were meant to be at the top of the food chain. The poor Finch was too stupid to see what horrible fate she was creating for the Versatiles when she gave me and Black Ice the potion. This day shall be written in history as the day the Versatiles fell!'
The B.T walked over to Brendan. 'It's a pity what big a loss you are. But just before I kill you, I need to know who you are.' It reached for his mask to take it off…
Brendan's eyes suddenly opened wide. It was as if he was half conscious when he stood up. His mind went blank as if something else had taken over his body just like when he had fought Anvil: 'Life is the source of my power, darkness, wickedness and cruelty I shall devour, vengeance is my specialty, upon those who show no mercy!!!'
'Nice speech. Too bad you won't live long enough to…'
Brendan dug his fingers into its collarbone and raised it into the air then smashed it into the ground.
It screamed, in pain.
He picked it up and gave it a heavy blow in its belly using his knee.
It let out huge puffs of smoke. 'You puny wretch!!!' It tried to swing a right punch at him but he blocked the huge fist with his tiny right hand palm with not even the slightest of a struggle. He then used his right hand to grab its right hand wrist then he pulled it violently and gave it a blow to its mouth using his left knee.
It began to bleed on the lips but the blood was difficult to see because of its red skin.
He grabbed it by its ankles using both hands and pulled them, causing it to fall back first then, his hands still on its ankles, he began whirling its giant body in the air. He threw it in the direction of the motel he had crashed into earlier.
When it crashed inside, the whole building collapsed on top of the B.T.
Brendan rushed towards the rubble with his heightened speed and began to dig his way to the creature. Before he grabbed the last barrier brick he was grabbed on the throat by the ruthless monster.
It began to stand up, its thick red fingers still wrapped around his throat.
Brendan did not show any signs of struggle or panic whatsoever.
The BT's head was covered in blood and so were its lips. The blood was clearly visible now. 'Victory shall not be yours, Anonymous!' it growled. The smoke coming from its mouth was decreasing in amount. 'You're puny and weak,' it continued, 'Destroyers are the strongest of all; our powers are unmatched.'
Brendan eyed him in a way which was both pity and contempt. He reared his leg and then brought it back using heightened speed, planting his knee into the BT's stomach.
The force uprooted its feet from the ground and it bellowed in agony. Its grip on Brendan's throat loosened. As soon as its feet touched the ground, Brendan tripped it and it fell heavily on the ground back first, causing the ground to shake.
He rested his left knee on the ground by the BT's right side and his right leg was on its left side. He began delivering punches to its face. The blows were slow but very heavy. He stopped when he saw that the creature could no longer move.
It mumbled something before it finally spoke more clearly. 'So…You decide the fate of everyone now? I thought you saw yourself as some kind of hero or savior. What gives you the right…'
'Hatred,' said Brendan.
'Hatred?'
'No…Hate-red; I hate the color red.'
'You sick puppy! You're killing me but you're busy making jokes in the process? Finish me off if you have to!'
'I thought you were a "Chaotic Destroyer"? What happened to your pride? The pride you had before our fight…Oh-oh… did I accidentally shatter it like a cheap window?'
'You Versatiles think yourselves to be gods but no, you're just like us. You're…'
'That's where you're wrong,' Brendan interrupted. 'We are nothing like any race. Our powers have no limit and cannot be equaled. You on the other hand make little candle flames with your hands and you think you're like us. Keep on dreaming, little one but your dreams will never come true.'
'But you didn't answer my question, Anonymous. You get to decide my fate? Don't I deserve a fair trial? Who made you my judge..?'
'I am the judge, jury and executioner of this city and I have found you guilty of multiple counts of first-degree murder, arson, destruction of public and private property, terrorism, torture, and I sentence you to die.' He raised his right hand which was now drenched in the monster's blood. He slowly brought his fingers together to form a fist. With tremendous speed and force, he brought his fist into the BT's face causing its whole skull to smash inwards. The ground quaked with the force.
The B.T changed into a blinding green light and it separated into two. Ten seconds later, Thomas Bradley and Fred Patricks were lying on the ground, dead.
As soon as he had landed this fatal blow, Brendan snapped back to reality. He looked around him and saw both Thomas and Fred on the ground and people beginning to gather around him. He realized that this had not been him fighting. Marauder had saved him again.