THE WAR OF FATE
Part One: The Resurrection
Chapter
Eight: History Repeats
The bustling streets of Beijing were filled
with the sounds of people walking and talking. A mother crossed the street
with her young son. A newspaper stand was crowded with patrons who
desperately needed their morning paper. A bus full of school children
headed downtown. Birds chirped in the morning sky.
Suddenly, the birds stopped. An
enormous shadow fell over the city, causing everyone to look up. A cloud
of dark energy hissed and crackled as it covered the landscape. A hush
fell over the crowd as they stood wondering what they were dealing with.
Then their wonder and amazement turned to horror and despair.
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The cavern shook vigorously as thousands of
Garai Tai struggled to escape the underground cave. Rex, Dracatron, Spyder,
DaRokSez, and Galex ran towards the exit as Omni held Black16 in place and Fury
sat idly by, entranced by some unknown force. The agents high-tailed it
out of the cave as enormous rocks dropped from the ceiling. Samrong
laughed as he finished the ritual. "It is done! Bagan has been
freed, and he shall listen only to me!"
Omni released his hold on Black16 and
headed outside with Fury and Samrong. Black16 shook his head in shame.
"It is too late. The end of the world is nigh." In a flash
of light he disappeared, only to reappear outside of the cave with the agents.
"What the hell is going on?" G64 asked Black16. The entity stood
silently. "Bagan has been released, and now the world is under the
very whim of Samrong," replied Fudge. Suddenly a beam of black energy
shot straight through the cave entrance and headed for the cloud of energy
hovering over Beijing. "It issssss happening again," hissed
Spyder in delight as he and his fellow Six Eyes entered the Garula.
Once inside, Samrong ordered his troops to
take off and stay as far from Beijing as possible. The agents followed
suit, not only to follow the Garai Tai, but because they too were unsure of what
to expect.
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The people of Beijing looked up at the
swirling mass of doom many meters above them. The cloud flashed and
crackled as though it were a thunderstorm. Suddenly, a bubble of pure
energy descended from the cloud and splashed onto the city. The drops of
black liquid came together to form a bipedal reptilian shape. Three horns
adorned the creature's head, and its body was covered in bony plates.
Spikes jutted out of the monster's shoulders, back, knees, and elbows. The
form solidified into the eternal beast known as Abbadon the Destroyer.
Bagan had returned.
The populace ran for cover as Bagan shook
the earth with a blood-curdling roar. The monster turned in the direction
of the Garula as the warship hovered silently some distance away. Bagan
nodded as though answering an unheard command. He turned back and gave his
full attention to the city. Opening his mouth, Bagan let loose a ray of
energy that obliterated three buildings in a row.
Bagan knew what to do. It was time to
pass judgment on this world. It was time for the universe to begin anew.
And he was the one to do it.
