Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Can't make me cry. ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

I twisted my around and tried to think, going out there like this I'm good as dead. I hope there was no one on the others side, I used the cannon to blow a small hole in the wall then I rushed through, no surprise there were no one in here. I delivered a solid kick to the door, it shattered into little pieces but I kept running for an escape. I was scared that whoever was hunting me would snipe me on the spot, so I stuck to what shadows there were.
The hotel exploded from the tanks being set off, the flames was high and quite large. There looked around and noted the three on the rooftop, they were hard to see and very quick.
They were gone at the moment I saw them. But there was one other person here, someone I notice through smell.
Hank Hill!
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The entire hotel was fully engulfed by flames, the fire trucks and police cars were pulling up and he was smiling as he drove away without being noticed by anyone.
He was rid of a burden.
Once and for all! He thought as he took the exit out of town. Once out in the desert area something tapped the back window, he slowed down to the side and came to a complete stop.
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My hands shot out, crashing right through the window and almost grabbing him on the first try, I lean in so I could try and grab him and snap his fat neck. Curse Deus Ex Machina because he slipped out of my grip and was out the door before I could act to it, he was running out to the old patches of pumpjacks. I slipped out of the shattered window, I notice I had no cuts from the glass and took off like a rabid bat out of the frozen cold hell.
Let me tell you something, my father, who is a out of shape ex-high school football player who's head was so far in the clouds about his greatness, is trying to out run a genetically altered super-whatever-I-am with a gun ship cannon on his arm he isn't going to win.
No contest.
I constantly cut him off of his path with my enhanced abilities, I was kind of having some sick and twisted fun with him. I Suddenly jolted forward, the look on his face with pure terror on his face as my foot came into contacted with his shoulder. I heard a solid cracking, the louder crack happened when he smashed into a pumpjack after going through the chain link fence.
The screaming and the terrified look made me smiled, after all the things he put me through this was well deserved.
"For the love of god, leave me alone!" He shouted, he was trying to act like he could kick my ass. Well I swiftly took a kick at his, to throw the fear of god into him. "Get away from me demon!" He was screaming at this point, with his shoulder broke and his leg pretty obviously shattered from the bone sticking out of it he wasn't going anywhere.
My foot landed onto his chest, "who are you working?" My voice, it was so different. "Who?"
"NDI! NDI is who I'm working for!" He was scrambling away quite fast for a guy with a few busted bones.
"What did you do with them?"
"I help them with the nation defence by giving them my wife for experimental research, and in return they gave me some special treatment such as a son."
At that moment I felt sick, my mother was "given" to a bunch of psychopaths because this guy could conceive a son? I really want to blew him to whatever depth of hell he came from, I almost did when he started to spill the beans about NDI.
"The guys in Macmainerbery told me that my son would be very athletic, I was lied too but at least I still have the other pros I received" those words he used his good hand to grab my leg, I was caught off guard by the sneer strength he has and I stumbled away as he tossed me away. He stood up, his skin was turning to a stone gray and I could hear his bones sliding into place. I could see the sharp teeth appearing within his mouth, his eyes turn blood red.
"What the hell are you?!" I stammered out, I didn't know if I could stand up to this thing, but then the rage came up from what he had done to me.
To mom I thought,
"Did you think I wouldn't tell it's you, Robert!" His voice had this strange vibe to it, but I know this was Hank Hill, my so called father. "I figured you would escape from the hotel, that was just to rattle your cage but this, boy-" he took a step forward, I heard some sick sounds coming from within him. "-this was unplanned."
I was very scared at that moment, the large claws and sharp teeth on a horned gray-skinned Hank wasn't a pleasant sight. I raised my cannon up, I fired off a few shots.
"Very sloppy boy!" My father-thing said, he was standing on top of the pumpjack with a grin that would shame a shark, "no wonder my father said you weren't really soldier material."
"At least I didn't spill my guts" I retorted, "a dead lousy shot is better then a living traitor!" I aimed my cannon and fired, this time I actually found my target.
With a screech and a burst of fire the creature I called father was no more.
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They were driving a long the dark highway, constantly searching for a turn off used by the oil trucks to reach the refineries easier with out all the normal traffic. Plus there were a few areas were one could turn off the beaten path and visit a place where people dump things off, things that is often a victim of stress relief from other people. People like Dale with his guns and ammo, and now Joseph and his strange power.
It has been a while now that Dale has learn that Joseph have these power, the speculations has ranged from space aliens to ancient spirits. But Joseph still has these strange powers, and Dale reasons that his son needs to vent his powers, and that's why they're now on a small dirt road. Passing the pumpjacks Joseph pointed to something, there were quite a bit of flashing going on out there and decided one thing.
Put the powers to good use.
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I saw lights, headlights.
I changed back into my human self and rearrange my belt so the pants wouldn't fall and I rolled up the pant sleeves, I stood by the road and saw a large dead ant, I know who this is.
As the van pulled up and Joseph jumped out, Dale followed suit and both were keeping their distance and asking me strange questions. Once the bizarre "this is your life" session was over Joseph asked "what are you doing here?"
With a deep breath, I began my story.