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Let’s jump straight into the action, shall we? All you need to know is My dad and I work for these guys called Grimm. We're just a high tier mercs they hired to guard a building called The Library, and you’ll never guess what they don’t hide here. Books. It’s not an actual library, but I guess they might have one or two, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, they keep stuff here. Like dangerous stuff. Including the giant laser thingy that was used on 12/12. So, the action, we are… being attacked. No idea by who but they’re clearing the facility room by room searching for us. Our orders were to guard with our lives or face consequences, so we’re running out of options.
“Hey, Jr!” My father’s withered voice draws me back to our immediate situation. “What do we do?” I say manhandling the grip of my gun. “Look you and I both know what’s gonna go down if we don’t do something so I’ll take credit for our next move.” He says. “Next move?” I repeat. “Don’t worry, it’s not a smart one” he says with a smile as he reaches for a container marked ‘Unknown Properties’ in big red lettering. “You’re crazy,” I say in a defeated sigh. “They’ll kill us!” I follow up. “That’s why I’m taking credit,” he says cracking open the box. He pulls out a lead chest and opens it finding a pamphlet and a… whatever that is. “Alien bomb?” I offer. It looks like a Christmas ornament that glows purple and blue. “Solar key.” My father says dropping the pamphlet. “It takes in solar energy and it can unlock doors. The thingy says to only give it a small amount of energy or it will do something dangerous.” I glance at it and then at him. We lock eyes and say together, “Alien bomb.” He stands up with it in hand and says, “How the hell are we gonna charge it up? We're underground.” It felt as if I was watching Dora the Explorer as my vision focuses on a shelf of plants with UV lamps just behind the man. “I got it,” I say confidently as a spark ignites on the metal door behind me. My father grabs the alien bomb™ as I fumble to grab the lamps. He lines up his shot as I light up the bomb. An immediate reaction occurs. It starts glowing a blue deeper than the ocean and it shakes like an unstoppable earthquake. My father and I know this device could transcend what we as mortals call power. My father looks at me and says, “How do we know what’s too much power and what's not enough?” Before I could speak the bomb began to float and the shelves started to shake. "Too much!" We say. It leaves my father's hands and I quickly turn off the lamps. We sprint to each side of the door as it’s knocked down by men in unmarked gear begin to charge inside but are stopped by the device. They all have this moment where they realized they are in a small hallway clumped up together and cornered by himself against something otherworldly. Its eye opens and stares them down. Heat flooded the room as screams roared from these men being cooked alive. The device drops to the floor with a clang and a faint glow. Silence consumed us. My father cautiously steps to the door frame peeking his head out and just as he catches a glimpse he jumps back in terror. “What! What is it?” I say. He turns his head to me and says, "come see for yourself." I drag my feet to take a view and see on the ground shredded meat. Completely cooked and, burnt. “Talk about a godsend.” I say still staring. “Jr, we just killed a bunch of men.” my father begins “You should’ve said barbecue.” He follows. “Dammit, you’re right.” We moved from room to room roasting baddies just as they had done to us. We made our way outside in moist darkness that welcomed our presence. What was strange was that everyone was dead and we didn’t do it. Just pieces of people ripped apart. It became apparent that someone else here had a similar trick. “I am Antonnio Rojas and I stand for Grimm, Identify yourselves or forfeit life!” a voice says bellowing from the fog. As he walks towards us we can see that he’s more wall than man. More metal too. “Holy shit, a cyborg!” I start to say as my father grabs my mouth with his hand quieting me. “Sorry. My name is Barry Docks and this is my son Barry Docks Jr. We were hired by Grimm to guard the Library.” Rojas looks around, ”You didn’t do a very good job here. My friend and I had to come and give you a hand. Although to be fair the people we usually hire can’t stand against whoever they were.” He now stands feet in front of us, his mechanical arms ticking like a clock. “So care to tell us how you survived this onslaught?” he asks. Another figure appears from the fog. A boy with blades mounted from his body almost liquid in nature and dark red like blood. “Tell us,” He says in a tone that says ‘I don’t want to be here’. “Well, w-” start but my mouth caught my father’s hand again as he takes over the conversation, “Well, my son thought it would be smart to take something from the Library and killed a bunch of guys with it. I reasoned against him using it but he wouldn’t listen.” I stand breathless. He just threw me under the bus. My eyes were wider than plates as I started two deaths in the face. I was so scared I was physically shaking. Rojas looks at me. “You can operate that thing?” he says pointing to the device under my arm and lamp in my hand. “Y-yeah,” I said practically gasping for air. My father was stiff as a tree. “Show us,” Rojas says, gesturing to my father. My horrified frown climbs its way up my face as I turn to my father as he widens his stance ready to run. “I get it now,” I say dropping the lamp lifting the device. It begins to glow with no need for a charge. Its eye opens and my father begins to bolt. The cars around begin to shake as my father's feet no longer reach the floor and the key lifts from my hands. He Screams in agony. “Dad- Berry. Berry, today was hell but now I see a path. You’re in my way and you always were.” I say. His screams fade into the void of the fog, and I hand him off to the abyss. The key gracefully lands on my hand and I turn to Rojas. He smiles at me and says, “I cannot count the number of powerful men who killed their fathers." I walk with them to Grimm as we fade into the fog.
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