Two men wearing black hoodies and a backpack split apart to blend in the crowd. They shuffled through the crowd. They pulled up their sleeves to glance at their wrist. They both had old fashion mechanical watches. After checking the time they file into the crowd. They make their way into the station, while occasionally glancing at their watches. They both nonchalantly bought tickets from the clerk.
They soon filled the subway blending into the crowd. They heard the sound of news playing in the background. They kept walking and then stopped when they reached their spot. In their last moments, they decided to distract themselves from the inevitable. For a brief moment, they listened to the reporter's musings. "Ever since the Realities Online hacking. There has been a loss of communication from the lunar and martian bases."
One of these men pulls out a photo of a little girl and kisses it as tears fall down his face. By looking at the image of his daughter resurfacing the traumatic memories he has. Those people held his daughter hostage, and to guarantee her safety he must comply with their demands. With tears streaming down his face he nodded at his partner before pulling out old flip phones. With baited breaths, they dial a number and call it. Then they both explode killing both themselves and numerous bystanders. Events like this not only happened not only all over New York But all around the globe in highly populated cities.
Thousands of reporters covered these tragedies. Reports from around the world flooded the media as they were connected to one organization. The same organization that hacked reality online and turned it into a death game. They dubbed themselves the Red Rose Federation. Thousands of government agencies during this event held a conference. As They Were discussing the recent hack. Every agency from the NSA to the MSS attended this meeting.
They all sat on a chair or bench behind a podium. The room was packed as they all took turns presenting their ideas before they were interrupted. A young man dressed neatly with grey hair shuffled into the room. As he ran to the group behind the Interpol label. Everyone had their eyes on the intruder. Some stared in curiosity others in annoyance. The Chinese officials from the MSS looked to their translators but they shrugged their shoulders.
The man whispered into the ear of the old man who was the head of Interpol. His face turned grim as the man yelled out loud. "Turn on the holo-projectors now! " thousands of news reports floated around the room thanks to the projector performance. All of them were granted a morbid site with thousands of news reports before their holo-band flashed. Indicating they were all being called. Dread then filled their hearts fear permeated their heart, it was gripping their insides like a vice.
During this time a man stood in a room alone. A grin shined on his face he beamed his smile. His subordinates who lingered in the shadows of the room trembled in fear. He looked to his subordinates as he spoke to them. "It's beautiful isn't it?" as he gestured to the screen. that screen was the only source of illumination in the room. Although that light was no more comforting than the dark.
It displayed carnage beyond their imagination. This showed that not only did their leader lose his grip on reality, but he has become a threat to them all. They were terrified too scared to try and stop him. He saw their reactions and was unamused. With an apathetic look, he turned to the screen before he spoke over the news broadcast. " Do you know how humans stayed not only alive but thrived and became the apex predator?" The room remained silent everyone was too afraid to answer his question.
They dared not to speak out of fear that they may provide the wrong answer. He said in frustration. "Although their form may be unorthodox compared to other mammals. They learned to adapt to their environment." "They hunted animals far stronger by tiring them out and then stabbing them to death." he turned around to face them before resuming his speech. "When that wasn't enough, they enlist the help of other dangerous animals.
They did this by domesticating or training them to assist their needs." his eyes scanned the room, and He remained composed before continuing his speech. " conflict, difficulty, and obstacles are all good for humanity as long as it doesn't destroy them. We are the heroes of this story, but to them, we are the monsters, the demons, and that's fine. You see, in this world, everyone has a role to play. Unfortunately, we are these actors not by choice but by necessity. Today we have taken a small step toward world peace.
All world governments for once met peacefully even though, not even weeks ago. A war was on the verge of breaking loose. By being the perfect enemy of humanity. A quote on quote existential threat, we are forcing them to unify against a common enemy until they finally learn to work together. With this, we take on the burden none other than us can carry. So with that being said, We are moving on to phase two of this plan, with or without you. Please keep that in mind before you make unwise decisions."
His tone was calm but carried a scent of lethality, sending shivers down the spine of his comrades before leaving the room. They stood in terror, regretting their decision of locking themselves on a space station with this menace. This man who was so feared was now in a room alone. It resembled a bedroom. On the nightstand, there was a picture of an older woman and a little boy. This boy bore a big grin as he took a selfie with this woman.
He gently picked up this photo. As he gently stared at it in silence. This action Indicated this photo has some connection. Unable to see this man's face, there was one deep whisper. "I promise we will complete your last wish…mother" With renewed vigor, this man left the room. Preparing to leave a path of carnage like nothing this world has ever seen.
He has already decided on his path. Even if it makes him a monster, He will see this through to the bitter end, Regardless of the cost of human casualties. It will all be worth it. None or nothing will stop him. He refuses to let his efforts be in vain. Although he acts like he enjoys this, he actually was mortified. He knew there was a special place in hell for people like him. Although he is confident that if he is granted a complete restart in life, he won't change anything.