Turmoil Chapter 6: The Red Wrath

Thirty minutes ago, somewhere else in a town so quiet, Dynamo was on a stroll towards his girlfriend’s house. With flowers on his hands and a face half–tired, half-happy, he thought fondly of seeing her face and taking her on their… 148th date.

Yes. It’s been long since he was involved in a relationship with another woman. At least, he has to thank himself for getting a girl like her. He can’t wait to take her to places she had seen, and, perhaps, to places she hadn’t.

Suddenly, as he took another step forward, a sharp ring intruded and ached in his mind. Groaning, he immediately dropped the flowers and stumbled to a railing. He grabbed onto his head and began rubbing.

A crying voice came to him:

“Help him… Please… God… Someone please… Help him…”

“Setuh?”, thought Dynamo.

The ringing in the head grew more painful to a point at which visions of the traumatic events that had happened in Turmoil City appeared in his mind. At first, the events which included the battle against the figure and the corpse of Rico sparked a flare of anger into his conscience. But then, the final image, a wall of darkness painted with two yellow dots forming into eyes that inflict horror, suddenly flashed a worry into him. Soon, the images stopped and faded into nothing, leaving Dynamo in a mixture of anger and concern.

“Oh no…”, he said as he ran away and left behind his flowers.

Coming back to the present…

The figure slowly reached for his prize - his contracting eyes gleaming in his own shaded face. His arm twitched more. He was about to get what he wanted…

Until a glorious blaze screeched and crashed against him, burning away a part of his robe. Unable to react in time for a dodge or even a counter, the figure was sent rolling backwards into a brick wall. His left side was on fire, heating the airwaves that passed him.

The figure looked back to see an infuriated, vengeful Dynamo, who stood at a distance with both of his fists clenched and on fire.

“Well… Look who it is…”, the figure grunted in Dynamo’s voice, “You must be the woman's brother..."

Dynamo didn’t say anything as he kept eyeing his enemy.

“I didn’t expect you to appear.”, continued the robot, struggling to stand up, “Then again, I don’t expect anything else that attempts to befall me…”

It then gave out a steel cackle.

“I don’t doubt you have seen the mess I created back there, do I? That sad child wishing for his pathetic pile of flesh for a mother until his untimely death. If you would like to know, yes, I enjoyed his screams. The more pain he took, the more emotion he bawled out of that ridiculous programming of his. And in the bitter end, the boy was easy enough to tear apar-”.

BOOM!

The figure was interrupted by another shot of blaze by Dynamo’s hands. The explosion again slammed the figure into the wall; this time, the hole became bigger thanks to the figure’s tough body.

But Dynamo didn’t stop there…

He hurled even more at the figure. Wave after wave, the figure was given the first burning beatdown of its lifetime. Every shot made uproars through the sky like a pack of lions running towards its prey.

Finally, with one more deafening boom, he hurled a sudden burst of firepower, larger than the previous ones, straight towards the center of the robot’s body. The explosion blew the figure away, obliterating the wall it was slammed against.

Soon, the figure ended up inside another building, deactivated while scorching to ruin…

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At last, it was over.

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Dynamo took a deep breath before falling to his knees. He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. He looked back at the glowing core, and remembered just passing his nephew’s corpse lying motionless on the floor. He wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come.

After all, this wasn’t a time for crying…

After a minute or two, he stood back up and picked up the core, while the flames behind him kept burning and burning. He then left the area to find his sister.

To Be Continued…

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