"So, how did it go ?" Jason asked, his steps falling into sync with her as they walked towards their transport vehicle.
"Oof, the idiot almost got himself killed ?" Caramel said, pointing at Micheal.
"You don't mean it ?" Jason stared at the back of Cronos and the girl he was carrying.
"And she's the prisoner ?"
"You mean his new toy." Micheal scoffed as he walked past them.
Back in the base, the humans watched as Cronos walked around with the alien on his shoulder. Most of the soldiers held their weapons in their grasp but none had the balls to put it to action as all they did was stare. Cronos wasn't bothered as he walked around like he was the death reaper, his skull mask still on; behind it his golden eyes glowed.
"Sir, you can't enter here with that thing."
Two guards blocked the path to the command centre, the bravest speaking for the two.
Cronos stared at the Pruitian on his shoulder who returned his gaze with innocent eyes.
He stared back at the man and slowly reached out for him. The guards fearfully backed away, as one of them tripped and fell on his haunches.
"Get away from me you freak!"
The guard screamed, the fear clear in his eyes, its grip tight on his soul.
"Small fries"
Cronos chuckled to himself before walking past them, the young lad on his shoulder laughing at the human on the floor.
"You dirty swine, I will kill you"
The soldier tapped the safety off from his gun, his fingerprint recognised as the weapon muzzle was aimed at the young Pruitian. He took the shot.
There was silence as everyone froze in their spot with breathe held. Staring in wide eyed as death marched towards him, the soldier fell on the floor, the fear having wiped away his rage. Not only had he taken the shot, but he had also missed, and now it was the turn of the big man to be in rage.
"Pah!"
He felt the force of the slap lift him up from his haunches as his body flew outside into the open camp. A relief washed over him as his head was still intact. He had heard of the rumors,especially the one spiraling out of control about a terrorist now fighting in a highly placed team in the army rank. Not only was he just a terrorist but one of the first set of Bionics created. He was feared and revered as the 001. Of his kind. How he allowed his anger to get the better of him was something he couldn't not fanthom. But nevertheless, he was glad it didn't get out of control and his head was still intact, his life still....
"Ahh!"
He couldn't believe the scream that came out of his mouth nor the pain that assaulted his senses. As his pain receptors kept firing signals to his brain, he stared at his hand that was currently the sight of a flesh pudding.
'What happened ?'
'When did it happen ?'
'How come I didn't feel a thing but now? '
'When did he do it ?'
He had a lot of questions to ask but the pain kept the words locked shut in his mouth. He looked up with tears in his eyes and sympathies from those around at the disappearing back of Cronos. The pruitian who was the source of his anger and trobule turned towards him, and like a spoilt brat jestered at his predicament. The last thing he could remember was been lifted unto a stretcher before knocking out cold.
"I guess he wasn't joking about no pointing of weapon at him."
Caramel commented as the four of them stared at the unconscious soldier been carries away, his fatally crushed hand drooping like drool unto the floor; fleshy pasty drool.
"Quite a performance you did there Cronos."
Cronos stared at his superior, Queen who gestured at an empty seat, that was specially reserved for him, close to her.
"And who's the new one ?"
She gestured at the Pruitian who was actively scrutinising Cronos skull mask or what seemed to be his head; No one has an idea.
"My prisoner of war. "
The other team member chuckled as they glanced at the direct boss and then back at the superior boss.
"Umm.. you plan on raising it or you want to keep it as a pet or a slave or what exactly, cause I'm lost why an enemy is the camp Headquarters instead of the prison or a research facility. "
"It doesn't matter, she's harmless and she stays with me."
"And if your time here's done what next?"
She asked again, her temper getting the best of her.
"Anywhere I go, she goes. "
"Mhmm.. Alright, I will leave you to your devices."
"Any new thing to report. I got the report of the platoon commanders, they all reported a massive structure capable of causing a complete anhillation on anything within it sight and range. But they lacked any information on how the weapon or whatever it was is been powered since they flee upon seeing their comrades fall like ants in a landslide."
She stood up and slowly walked around, pausing for a moment to stare at the young Pruitian who had now fallen asleep in Cronos arms, snugly tightly to his Bionics physical features.
"So I was hoping my special team would fill in the blank spaces for me."
"Yes ma, if I may speak." Caramel spoke up as she continued upon receiving a nod from Queen.
"It's nothing like we have seem before. It was crazy, glorious, magnificent, disastrous, ingenuity, a state of the art, as well as the literal representation of a moment alive and the next dead. I mean..."
Queen clicked her tongue as she interrupted the adrenaline pumped lady.
"Caramel, please straight to the point."
"Okay ma'am"
She took a quick breathe in before continuing immediately.
"It was up a tall structure, like a mountain with steps. At the top most, where one would have a closer view of the sky and a better view of the battlefield, there sat a great throne...I call it, the Throne of Death."