Bang! Glen shot Charles with MS-16 bullets. Those bullets could be easily distinguished because, unlike other bullets, they are cone-shaped, with their tips almost invisible.
"Ouch!" Charles screamed, his face red. Charles knelt and grabbed his right wrist tightly. The bullet went right through his wrist, piercing it completely.
With an overjoyed face, Glen laughed to his heart's content. After ending the long laugh, he said, "Is this the end, pal? Must be a joke 'cause,"
Glen's face darkened as he made eye contact with Charles as he reached him. The grin turned down.
Charles got out of the immense pain. But, the blood loss was too much. He tried to smack Glen but his head was getting dizzy. He was not able to balance himself.
Glen grabbed Charles's chin and said, "Is a 4 star officer this weak?! Is Interpol this worthless."
Charles's temper rose again. His face reddened. Glen continued, "Maybe, that Mike guy is not so strong and maybe, I can easily crush him."
Charles laughed with what little strength he had remaining and uttered, "Nice one. But, before you can even joke about crushing him, you must crush me."
"What arrogance?! I might have let you live but now you've done it. If you insist on dying so much, fine. I'll grant your wish."
"Words don't kill people. Stop blabbing already."
With a last shot of rage, Glen grabbed the iron chair and banged it on Charles's face.
His eyes slowly closed. His consciousness slowly faded and before he knew, he was standing in the middle of a dark place.
He looked around. Nothing except darkness was to be seen. He thought, "So this is death. MS-16 bullet does work wonders. It got my right arm.
The right side of my body was half dead the moment I got shot. But, it sure did clear my rage. I don't know why or how but, I felt as if I was enjoying the last moment of life."
"I never thought you'd come here." A loud voice came out of nowhere.
"Who's it?" Charles looked around in search of the body of the voice only to find darkness.
In a chilled way, the voice continued, "You ain't ever gonna see me. Why? Because I'm inside you. I'm your soul mate. I've always been inside you."
"Now what's a soul mate? Sounds like a love of life. But your voice is manly. I won't prefer that."
"Nothing of that sort. I'm not gay. In fact, I'm beyond gender. I'm an entity. The power of iron you have is me. I'm your power. Enough with introductions. Now tell me, whyre you here?"
"Like he'll I'd know that. I don't have a fucking clue of what the fuck is going on. I thought I was dead but you've made it a lot more complicated now. I accepted death too. But you make it seem that I'm alive."
"Well, you're kinda dead."
"Thought so."
"But, you're also alive."
"What?!"
"You're half dead and half alive. What happened the last time you were 'alive'?"
Charles told him the full story.
"Oh, so that's the case. Then, do you want to be alive?"
"Of course. But, can I?"
"I'll heal you completely and send you back alive. As a bonus, I'll allow you to use the metal power without the use of chains. But just once. You can choose when.
The condition for that is, you must let me go wild for a minute."
"Okay. I'll agree. Thanks for the deal."
"Remember, next time, the deal won't be this good. Today is an exception because I'm in good mood and it's been years since I stretched my legs."
In a blink of an eye, he returned to the basement. He thought, "One last thing, what's your name?"
"Iron Soul: Mark. In short, Mark. Hell yeah! Ima rampage!"
Glen turned and was about to step on the stairs. That's when Charles, full healed, stood up. His body became 8 feet tall and 5 feet broad in a muscular, no, metallic way.
His skin turned into iron and his whole body shape changed. He was still standing on 2 legs, had 2 arms, one head and one body. But, he was now shaped as if he wore an armour that covered his whole body.
"Ima go metallic!" Glen was stunned. In an instant, he shot another bullet. But, the bullet was not enough to kill but did push that monster a few steps backwards. He raised his right leg and took the first punch of Mark.
Mark didn't took a single moment of lag and swinger another fist. Glen blocked the swing with his left palm.
With a sly and evil grin, Glen said, "I guess you've got some balls."
Glen ran upstairs. Mark was too big for the stairs. He jumped his way up, crushing the ceiling like a paper.
Glen and Mark reached the ground floor at the same time. Before Glen could turn back, Mark shot himself towards Glen and landed a punch.
Glen said, "Ouch! I bit my tongue."
Mark didn't stop with one punch. He stormed him with heavy yet fast punches. They crashed on the wall and destroyed it as if it was a straw wall.
At last, both of them landed on the middle of the road. Still, Mark was landing lightning fast punch. He was like a ball of metal with life in it.
The asphalt road was now a piece of relic. He stopped only when he dug several feet down by his punches. He jumped high enough to dissappear.
Glen was still alive and in one piece! Yeah, some of his bones were shattered. But, he stood up and looked at the sky. He thought, "Damn, I used up all of my MS-16 bullets to just push his punches. He'll kill me."
With a flash of twinkle, Mark came towards him from the sky. Glen lit a cigar and took a puff. He clenched his fist.
"I gotta block all his attacks. I'm sure he'll not last long. If I manage to block him, I'll keep distance from him and wait for him to get normal. But, will I?"
He pointed his fist upwards. A blue bubble surrounded his fist.
To be Continued...