Post by liquidsword34 on Jul 7, 2012 16:41:19 GMT -5
As I laid in the auto-doc machine I felt reminded of having woken up in my shuttle. A red light above me flashed, scanning my body. I laid on a small mattress of some sort while white plastic made up the other sides of the box, giving me little room to move. The red light above me switched off, followed by a loud beep and the plastic sliding away, opening up the auto-doc. I sat up, my vision distorted and tinted red slightly. I'd been on Earth for three days, during which time I'd discovered my x-ray vision and the ability to freeze things just by breathing on them (or "super-breath"), which went along with my super strength, super speed, flight and near invulnerability.
Jivan Shi's practice was littered with machines, tools, implements and various other things she needed as the towns only doctor. Most of the items had been bought from scavengers, others had been made by Jivan Shi or somebody else in Smallville. Jivan Shi stood next to the auto-doc machine, tapping buttons on a keypad with a small screen above it. Krypto was laid asleep under a chair which I'd laid my clothes out on: some ripped jeans, a t-shirt which I'm pretty sure was intended for a male, socks much too small for me and some underwear Jivan had haggled with some scavengers for in return for vegetables from Gretchen Kelly (the town doctor before Jivan). I still had my Kryptonian clothes, of course, but only wore them when I was flying, since normal Earth clothes couldn't possibly handle the strain. Neil Richards, another one of Smallville's residents, had found that my cape was self replicating and made a cape for Krypto out of it, as well as having taken a small amount to use to make new clothes (Although Jivan warned me he would most likely trade it for drugs).
"Ahah" Jivan proclaimed, a wide smile gradually appearing on her face. "The scan worked, guess this auto-doc isn't a heap of junk. Can't be too trusting with the traders who pass through here, the last auto-doc I bought exploded when I tried to turn it on!"
"So what exactly have you scanned?" I asked while putting on a patients robe and standing next to Jivan.
"You. Your cells, organs, everything". A few more presses on the keypad and a little picture appeared on the screen. "Hmmmmm, this is...weird".
"I'm an alien from a hundred years in the past, Jivan, what else were you expecting?"
"No, it's not that your DNA is different, I expected that. It's like, like your body's absorbing energy. Solar energy, if the auto-doc is correct. That's what's making you able to do...what you can do. It's like a plants photosynthesis. You're also absorbing small amounts of radiation from Earth's atmosphere. Nuclear radiation, toxic radiation. I've never seen anything like this. It's sort of, fighting the solar energy."
"And in a language I understand that means..."
"A few hundred years ago, before the apocalypse, you'd be powerful beyond anything you can imagine. I mean you're strong, of course, but you'd be stronger, faster, tougher. Heck, you'd be almost invincible!"
"So...I'm not?"
Jivan laughed. "No. Your body has limits, Kara. Just remember. You're powerful, the kids nick-named you "Supergirl" with good reason, but...don't let it go to your head, OK?"
"OK, OK.....Supergirl?"
"Oh, yeah. You know, the shape on your leotard looks like the Earth symbol for an S, S for super, you're a girl".
"I get it I get it". Jivan gave me that warm smile of hers which always made me feel safe and secure. Maybe because she reminded me of my Mother?
I looked down at the image, small circles bouncing off each other with writing around the outside noting what the various colours and symbols on the circles meant. My Father would have loved this, knowing the way things on Earth affect the Kryptonian body.
"Found anything else?"
"Not really. I mean your DNA is a lot more complex than humans, and your body works differently, but nothing which you need to worry about".
"So can I change out of this gown?" I gestured to the lime green patients gown I was wearing.
Before Jivan could reply, the thick wooden door swung open, revealing an out of breath Sydney Happerson. Sydney was a handyman around the town, helping fix homes, cook and various other odd-jobs which needed doing. His hair was in a bowl cut, his young tanned face covered with dirt.
"Jivan...Bloodsport's outside, says he wants "the flying girl". Think that means Kara. He's already shot at Sleez".
"Is he hurt?" Jivan asked while turning off the auto-doc.
"Sleez? Of course not, that lucky little fuck could track a salt-worn through a mine field without any of them going off, but Bloodsport's not leaving"
"OK..OK, erm.." Jivan put her hands up to her face, clearly thinking.
"Who's Bloodsport?"
"Bloodsport?" Sydney looked over at me reluctantly before launching into one of his nervous tangents. "He's...well, new Metropolis is one of the nearby cities. It's a few miles big, has a dome over it to protect it like Gotham but it was originally bigger. Before the war it was huge but now, it's a lot smaller, a lot of it wasn't protected. So now it's very exclusive, you need to pay to get in. Anyway, Bloodsport's a domer, lives in New Metropolis. He comes out and...well he kills things. For fun. That's...that's probably why he's here, Kara. I'm really sorry".
"OK, OK Sydney, I need people to distract Bloodsport while Kara escapes. Don't fight him, just keep him occupied".
"And then what? How do we make him leave?"
"I don't know I don't know Sydney". Jivan almost crumpled down onto a seat as Sydney made his way back downstairs. "Kara, I need you to fly...I don't know where, just for a few hours, don't come back until..."
"No". I was scared, almost to tears, but managed to put the little courage I could muster up into that one word to hide it. My hands trembled, my brain telling me to shut up and just fly off. "He's after me, right? Well...I think I can take him".
"Kara" Jivan started. "You can't, he's..."
"Strong? So am I. Jivan, I'm, the one he wants. I'm not going to let anybody get hurt because of me".
"I was going to say a murderous psychopath, which I'm almost certain you are NOT. You've only lived for sixteen years, whatever planet you're on and however long you spent asleep. Bloodsport isn't some tribal like the ones you beat up before you got here. He's a hunter, he...".
"He needs to be taught a lesson, and I have the tools to do that. Jivan, please. Trust me, I can handle this".
Jivan stood staring at me for a few seconds without saying a word. "If he hurts you, if you're in danger, I want you to fly away, Kara. OK?"
I managed a mumbled response in the positive as I dove towards my crumpled clothes. I picked up my bundled clothes, but before I could take off my patients gown felt Jivan grab me by my shoulder. I turned around to see her holding my cape. "Let him know who he's fighting".
---
"I have no reason to fight you" Bloodsport roared as he lifted Sydney Happerson off his feet, his extended blade to the mans throat. "But so help me if you do not tell me where my prey is I will gut you like the wasteland scum you are ".
I'd snuck out the back of Jivan's surgery after putting on my cape, boots and leotard, having left Krypto asleep on the ground. I didn't want to see him get hurt.
"Last warning" Bloodsport spat while firing his gauntlets rifle just over Sydney's head. "Where's the girl?"
"Right here" I yelled while swooping down, punching Bloodsport across the face. The punch barely rattled him, but let Sydney escape his grip. I flew around thirty feet above the ground and away from Smallville, hoping to avoid anybody being caught up in the fight. I peered down, not seeing Bloodsport. Slowly I landed on a small mount of dirt and surveyed the area. "Where are you?" I muttered while trying to get my x-ray vision to work properly.
"HERE" I heard him roar before his fists crashed into my ribs as he materialized in front of me. I felt the air get pumped out of my stomach as the metal drove into me, pushing up against my lungs. "I've hunted many creatures down, but never one from a different planet. I was hoping it wouldn't be this easy". Bloodsport tried ejecting his blade but it didn't fully extend once it hit my Kryptonian armour. Seeing my chance I grasped a hold of his arm and flew up into the air, at least fifty feet up, and then threw him as hard as I could. Bloodsport was launched away from me, but before losing much altitude stabilized, a small burst of flames shooting from the small pack on his back as it whirled into life.
"You're not the only one who can fly my alien foe. Now, DIE!"
Bloodsport blasted towards me, catching me off guard with a punch hard enough to knock me off balance. I kept flying backwards, barely avoiding a shot from Bloodsports gun as I fell. I landed on what looked like an abandoned farm on the outskirts of Smallville, miles of dead land surrounded a decaying barn and home with an old hover car sat outside, the metal scratched and unpainted. Bloodsport gracefully hit the ground a few meters away from me while finishing reloading his gun. A trio of caravan traders rushed out the house, guns in hand.
"Run!" I screamed at them as I dove towards the hover car, dodging another shot which lodged itself in the knee of one of the men. With both hands I grabbed the car and lifted it up like a club. I then swung it at Bloodsport with all my strength, barely able to keep it in my hands. I dropped the car as a cloud of dust rose from where I'd swung, realizing I hadn't hit Bloodsport. Seconds later I felt a tug on my cape as I was dragged to the ground. I turned but only saw a ripple from Bloodsports cloaking device. The three traders ran off, two of them carrying their wounded friend.
"These cybernetic fists are helpful against freaks like you" Bloodsport joked as I saw him kneel next to me while un-cloaking. "Helps level the playing field". His fists struck my face, alternating lefts and rights. My vision blurred as the metal collided with my jaw, small specks of blood showing up in the saliva being forced out of my mouth from the impact. I tried using my super-breath, but couldn't push the air from my mouth. Reaching up I grabbed his fists, trying to crush them or otherwise stop the beating. A small shock passed through my fingers as I pushed them into the gauntlets and snapped some of the wires. "Damaged the electricity. Interesting" Bloodsport commented in an uninterested tone. "Well, there's more than one way to kill scum".
The next thing I remember was being dragged by my cape, my ears still ringing. Then I was in the air, being carried up through the clouds by Bloodsport. Below me I could barely make out Smallville, the people looked like dots from a "La chasse a été glorieux, mais vous étiez indigne" Bloodsport declared. The words meant nothing to me, heck I barely even heard them, I was verging on unconsciousness. Bloodsport released his grip on my cape, letting me fall down toward the Earth. I tried to fly, willing myself, but my body refused. I was completely numb, the only thing I could feel was the air whipping through my hair and my own blood filling my mouth as I blacked out.
---
The purple hand was cradling me about ten feet from the ground as I regained consciousness. I looked down to so Sleez projecting a giant hand from his own and using it to carry me down to the ground. The hand disappeared and I fell a few feet to the dirt, still in shock but in much better shape than if Sleez hadn't broken by free fall from above the clouds. Sleez stood alone, the rest of the Smallville residents having hid in their homes.
"Sleez" I managed to mumble, looking at the short green creature. "How did you..."
"I'm from swamps, remember? Can create solid light, mutated, see?"
Bloodsport descended down to the ground, his gauntlets letting off a few sparks from where I'd dug my fingers in.
"You still live?" I heard a blade pop out of Bloodsports gauntlet as I rolled over onto my front, trying to catch my breath. "You're defiant for an abomination, I'll give you that, but the prey always falls to the...".
I turned to face Bloodsport and blasted him in the chest with my head vision, making him fall backwards towards the ground. I flew through the air, grabbing Bloodsport by the throat as I sped out of town. With one great heave I tossed Bloodsport to the ground hard, making his jet pack crack open. I reached down and took his utility belt, melting it down with my heat vision then tossing it off into the distance. Without his weapons Bloodsport cowered, mostly unharmed but now defenceless. I wanted to give him a speech or lecture, about not hurting people, that sort of thing. But I just couldn't manage it. What could I say to a man who hunted and killed people for sport?
"Go home. Now" I whispered before turning and flying back to Smallville. I'd defended myself and the town, but it seemed like a hollow victory. I'd only survived because of Sleez, and it's not like I'd stopped Bloodsport going home and making new equipment.
---
The last remaining members of the Claw tribe had waited until sun down to make their move, hoping it would allow them to sneak past the monster unseen. They each held a make-shift gun, as well as having the fingers on their left hand (Or right hand for the left handed tribe members) cut off, replaced with metal blades surgically attached to the knuckle so they wouldn't fall out. The mark of the claw adorned their naked bodies on the chest, with a tally mark for each successful hunt in the wasteland. The surviving eight sprinted through a run down shanty town made up of homes created from wood, scrap metal and whatever else could be found.
"Split up" the leader roared as he dove through a hole in one of the homes. "Don't let the demon catch us!"
A stream of bright green sludge blasted through a row of structures, cutting off an escape route for the Claws and reducing one of them to a thick puddle of blood and organs.
"It can see in the dark you stupid fuck!" a tribes woman screamed while firing her rifle blindly into the darkness. "I told you would shouldn't move at night and now we're all..."
She was interrupted by a stream of toxic goop hitting her stomach, ripping a hole through her. She dropped down to her knees, still firing as the acidic like plasma melted her lower body. "WHAT ARE YOU!"
"HUMANS WILL BE PURGED!" a booming voice replied from above as the tribes woman dropped her weapon. Through the darkness she could see streams of the green waste firing down at the other tribes members. The sounds of blood curdling screams filled the night while the scent of burning flesh wafted through the air. "HUMANITY CREATED THIS TOXIC WASTELAND AND MUST NOW SUFFER BECAUSE OF IT!" the voice continued as the shanty town was swept away beneath a tide of toxic waste. "ALL HUMANS WILL BE ERASED TO ENSURE THE FUTURE OF EARTH!"
The monster stomped through the shanty town as a trio of small unmanned drones circled overhead, revealing themselves to be the source of the voice.
"CHEMO WILL WIPE THE EARTH CLEAN OF HUMANITY!"
Jivan Shi's practice was littered with machines, tools, implements and various other things she needed as the towns only doctor. Most of the items had been bought from scavengers, others had been made by Jivan Shi or somebody else in Smallville. Jivan Shi stood next to the auto-doc machine, tapping buttons on a keypad with a small screen above it. Krypto was laid asleep under a chair which I'd laid my clothes out on: some ripped jeans, a t-shirt which I'm pretty sure was intended for a male, socks much too small for me and some underwear Jivan had haggled with some scavengers for in return for vegetables from Gretchen Kelly (the town doctor before Jivan). I still had my Kryptonian clothes, of course, but only wore them when I was flying, since normal Earth clothes couldn't possibly handle the strain. Neil Richards, another one of Smallville's residents, had found that my cape was self replicating and made a cape for Krypto out of it, as well as having taken a small amount to use to make new clothes (Although Jivan warned me he would most likely trade it for drugs).
"Ahah" Jivan proclaimed, a wide smile gradually appearing on her face. "The scan worked, guess this auto-doc isn't a heap of junk. Can't be too trusting with the traders who pass through here, the last auto-doc I bought exploded when I tried to turn it on!"
"So what exactly have you scanned?" I asked while putting on a patients robe and standing next to Jivan.
"You. Your cells, organs, everything". A few more presses on the keypad and a little picture appeared on the screen. "Hmmmmm, this is...weird".
"I'm an alien from a hundred years in the past, Jivan, what else were you expecting?"
"No, it's not that your DNA is different, I expected that. It's like, like your body's absorbing energy. Solar energy, if the auto-doc is correct. That's what's making you able to do...what you can do. It's like a plants photosynthesis. You're also absorbing small amounts of radiation from Earth's atmosphere. Nuclear radiation, toxic radiation. I've never seen anything like this. It's sort of, fighting the solar energy."
"And in a language I understand that means..."
"A few hundred years ago, before the apocalypse, you'd be powerful beyond anything you can imagine. I mean you're strong, of course, but you'd be stronger, faster, tougher. Heck, you'd be almost invincible!"
"So...I'm not?"
Jivan laughed. "No. Your body has limits, Kara. Just remember. You're powerful, the kids nick-named you "Supergirl" with good reason, but...don't let it go to your head, OK?"
"OK, OK.....Supergirl?"
"Oh, yeah. You know, the shape on your leotard looks like the Earth symbol for an S, S for super, you're a girl".
"I get it I get it". Jivan gave me that warm smile of hers which always made me feel safe and secure. Maybe because she reminded me of my Mother?
I looked down at the image, small circles bouncing off each other with writing around the outside noting what the various colours and symbols on the circles meant. My Father would have loved this, knowing the way things on Earth affect the Kryptonian body.
"Found anything else?"
"Not really. I mean your DNA is a lot more complex than humans, and your body works differently, but nothing which you need to worry about".
"So can I change out of this gown?" I gestured to the lime green patients gown I was wearing.
Before Jivan could reply, the thick wooden door swung open, revealing an out of breath Sydney Happerson. Sydney was a handyman around the town, helping fix homes, cook and various other odd-jobs which needed doing. His hair was in a bowl cut, his young tanned face covered with dirt.
"Jivan...Bloodsport's outside, says he wants "the flying girl". Think that means Kara. He's already shot at Sleez".
"Is he hurt?" Jivan asked while turning off the auto-doc.
"Sleez? Of course not, that lucky little fuck could track a salt-worn through a mine field without any of them going off, but Bloodsport's not leaving"
"OK..OK, erm.." Jivan put her hands up to her face, clearly thinking.
"Who's Bloodsport?"
"Bloodsport?" Sydney looked over at me reluctantly before launching into one of his nervous tangents. "He's...well, new Metropolis is one of the nearby cities. It's a few miles big, has a dome over it to protect it like Gotham but it was originally bigger. Before the war it was huge but now, it's a lot smaller, a lot of it wasn't protected. So now it's very exclusive, you need to pay to get in. Anyway, Bloodsport's a domer, lives in New Metropolis. He comes out and...well he kills things. For fun. That's...that's probably why he's here, Kara. I'm really sorry".
"OK, OK Sydney, I need people to distract Bloodsport while Kara escapes. Don't fight him, just keep him occupied".
"And then what? How do we make him leave?"
"I don't know I don't know Sydney". Jivan almost crumpled down onto a seat as Sydney made his way back downstairs. "Kara, I need you to fly...I don't know where, just for a few hours, don't come back until..."
"No". I was scared, almost to tears, but managed to put the little courage I could muster up into that one word to hide it. My hands trembled, my brain telling me to shut up and just fly off. "He's after me, right? Well...I think I can take him".
"Kara" Jivan started. "You can't, he's..."
"Strong? So am I. Jivan, I'm, the one he wants. I'm not going to let anybody get hurt because of me".
"I was going to say a murderous psychopath, which I'm almost certain you are NOT. You've only lived for sixteen years, whatever planet you're on and however long you spent asleep. Bloodsport isn't some tribal like the ones you beat up before you got here. He's a hunter, he...".
"He needs to be taught a lesson, and I have the tools to do that. Jivan, please. Trust me, I can handle this".
Jivan stood staring at me for a few seconds without saying a word. "If he hurts you, if you're in danger, I want you to fly away, Kara. OK?"
I managed a mumbled response in the positive as I dove towards my crumpled clothes. I picked up my bundled clothes, but before I could take off my patients gown felt Jivan grab me by my shoulder. I turned around to see her holding my cape. "Let him know who he's fighting".
---
"I have no reason to fight you" Bloodsport roared as he lifted Sydney Happerson off his feet, his extended blade to the mans throat. "But so help me if you do not tell me where my prey is I will gut you like the wasteland scum you are ".
I'd snuck out the back of Jivan's surgery after putting on my cape, boots and leotard, having left Krypto asleep on the ground. I didn't want to see him get hurt.
"Last warning" Bloodsport spat while firing his gauntlets rifle just over Sydney's head. "Where's the girl?"
"Right here" I yelled while swooping down, punching Bloodsport across the face. The punch barely rattled him, but let Sydney escape his grip. I flew around thirty feet above the ground and away from Smallville, hoping to avoid anybody being caught up in the fight. I peered down, not seeing Bloodsport. Slowly I landed on a small mount of dirt and surveyed the area. "Where are you?" I muttered while trying to get my x-ray vision to work properly.
"HERE" I heard him roar before his fists crashed into my ribs as he materialized in front of me. I felt the air get pumped out of my stomach as the metal drove into me, pushing up against my lungs. "I've hunted many creatures down, but never one from a different planet. I was hoping it wouldn't be this easy". Bloodsport tried ejecting his blade but it didn't fully extend once it hit my Kryptonian armour. Seeing my chance I grasped a hold of his arm and flew up into the air, at least fifty feet up, and then threw him as hard as I could. Bloodsport was launched away from me, but before losing much altitude stabilized, a small burst of flames shooting from the small pack on his back as it whirled into life.
"You're not the only one who can fly my alien foe. Now, DIE!"
Bloodsport blasted towards me, catching me off guard with a punch hard enough to knock me off balance. I kept flying backwards, barely avoiding a shot from Bloodsports gun as I fell. I landed on what looked like an abandoned farm on the outskirts of Smallville, miles of dead land surrounded a decaying barn and home with an old hover car sat outside, the metal scratched and unpainted. Bloodsport gracefully hit the ground a few meters away from me while finishing reloading his gun. A trio of caravan traders rushed out the house, guns in hand.
"Run!" I screamed at them as I dove towards the hover car, dodging another shot which lodged itself in the knee of one of the men. With both hands I grabbed the car and lifted it up like a club. I then swung it at Bloodsport with all my strength, barely able to keep it in my hands. I dropped the car as a cloud of dust rose from where I'd swung, realizing I hadn't hit Bloodsport. Seconds later I felt a tug on my cape as I was dragged to the ground. I turned but only saw a ripple from Bloodsports cloaking device. The three traders ran off, two of them carrying their wounded friend.
"These cybernetic fists are helpful against freaks like you" Bloodsport joked as I saw him kneel next to me while un-cloaking. "Helps level the playing field". His fists struck my face, alternating lefts and rights. My vision blurred as the metal collided with my jaw, small specks of blood showing up in the saliva being forced out of my mouth from the impact. I tried using my super-breath, but couldn't push the air from my mouth. Reaching up I grabbed his fists, trying to crush them or otherwise stop the beating. A small shock passed through my fingers as I pushed them into the gauntlets and snapped some of the wires. "Damaged the electricity. Interesting" Bloodsport commented in an uninterested tone. "Well, there's more than one way to kill scum".
The next thing I remember was being dragged by my cape, my ears still ringing. Then I was in the air, being carried up through the clouds by Bloodsport. Below me I could barely make out Smallville, the people looked like dots from a "La chasse a été glorieux, mais vous étiez indigne" Bloodsport declared. The words meant nothing to me, heck I barely even heard them, I was verging on unconsciousness. Bloodsport released his grip on my cape, letting me fall down toward the Earth. I tried to fly, willing myself, but my body refused. I was completely numb, the only thing I could feel was the air whipping through my hair and my own blood filling my mouth as I blacked out.
---
The purple hand was cradling me about ten feet from the ground as I regained consciousness. I looked down to so Sleez projecting a giant hand from his own and using it to carry me down to the ground. The hand disappeared and I fell a few feet to the dirt, still in shock but in much better shape than if Sleez hadn't broken by free fall from above the clouds. Sleez stood alone, the rest of the Smallville residents having hid in their homes.
"Sleez" I managed to mumble, looking at the short green creature. "How did you..."
"I'm from swamps, remember? Can create solid light, mutated, see?"
Bloodsport descended down to the ground, his gauntlets letting off a few sparks from where I'd dug my fingers in.
"You still live?" I heard a blade pop out of Bloodsports gauntlet as I rolled over onto my front, trying to catch my breath. "You're defiant for an abomination, I'll give you that, but the prey always falls to the...".
I turned to face Bloodsport and blasted him in the chest with my head vision, making him fall backwards towards the ground. I flew through the air, grabbing Bloodsport by the throat as I sped out of town. With one great heave I tossed Bloodsport to the ground hard, making his jet pack crack open. I reached down and took his utility belt, melting it down with my heat vision then tossing it off into the distance. Without his weapons Bloodsport cowered, mostly unharmed but now defenceless. I wanted to give him a speech or lecture, about not hurting people, that sort of thing. But I just couldn't manage it. What could I say to a man who hunted and killed people for sport?
"Go home. Now" I whispered before turning and flying back to Smallville. I'd defended myself and the town, but it seemed like a hollow victory. I'd only survived because of Sleez, and it's not like I'd stopped Bloodsport going home and making new equipment.
---
The last remaining members of the Claw tribe had waited until sun down to make their move, hoping it would allow them to sneak past the monster unseen. They each held a make-shift gun, as well as having the fingers on their left hand (Or right hand for the left handed tribe members) cut off, replaced with metal blades surgically attached to the knuckle so they wouldn't fall out. The mark of the claw adorned their naked bodies on the chest, with a tally mark for each successful hunt in the wasteland. The surviving eight sprinted through a run down shanty town made up of homes created from wood, scrap metal and whatever else could be found.
"Split up" the leader roared as he dove through a hole in one of the homes. "Don't let the demon catch us!"
A stream of bright green sludge blasted through a row of structures, cutting off an escape route for the Claws and reducing one of them to a thick puddle of blood and organs.
"It can see in the dark you stupid fuck!" a tribes woman screamed while firing her rifle blindly into the darkness. "I told you would shouldn't move at night and now we're all..."
She was interrupted by a stream of toxic goop hitting her stomach, ripping a hole through her. She dropped down to her knees, still firing as the acidic like plasma melted her lower body. "WHAT ARE YOU!"
"HUMANS WILL BE PURGED!" a booming voice replied from above as the tribes woman dropped her weapon. Through the darkness she could see streams of the green waste firing down at the other tribes members. The sounds of blood curdling screams filled the night while the scent of burning flesh wafted through the air. "HUMANITY CREATED THIS TOXIC WASTELAND AND MUST NOW SUFFER BECAUSE OF IT!" the voice continued as the shanty town was swept away beneath a tide of toxic waste. "ALL HUMANS WILL BE ERASED TO ENSURE THE FUTURE OF EARTH!"
The monster stomped through the shanty town as a trio of small unmanned drones circled overhead, revealing themselves to be the source of the voice.
"CHEMO WILL WIPE THE EARTH CLEAN OF HUMANITY!"