The Children Of Thalia

Wild Dogs

The voice resounded breaking the noise of heavy rain hitting the roof of the parlour. Situation deteriorates. Ansel suddenly ran without any care anymore moving silently.

"ROLFE, IMMEDIATELY COMMAND V ENTRY FROM THE BACK DOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!"

While Rolfe contacted his friend over the radio, Ansel clenched a firm hand. The wind around his fist trembled, making the approaching rainwater instantly split apart. The front door opened, the guard was probably curious about the noise outside. The gun was shotgun type, directly directed forward. As soon as he saw Ansel, the trigger reflex was suppressed, the sound of a loud explosion was inevitable. But not a single bit of the red-haired young man tried to dodge. He clenched his tongue, space distortions occurring like ripples that made the shotgun's bullet spurt flickering in all directions. The guard was surprised, his finger was trying again to press the trigger, but Ansel was moving faster.

"HOAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"

Ansel's fist was directed at the guard's stomach, right at his navel. The poor man immediately bounced to smash the front door and hit the thick concrete wall of the living room until it cracked. The man fell unconscious. Maybe his bones were destroyed, maybe his internal organs were messed up, it might take more than six months of treatment until it was completely healed. Ansel didn't want to think a little about it.

He took a quick glance at the blood-soaked body from the gunshot wound to the chest. The body of an old man, probably the owner of the parlor. In a split second, Ansel could immediately imagine how the extremists had entered. For a moment he hoped that the mari Felice meant was just the old man, but as soon as he saw the hollow, charred curtains, his calmness was all the more lost.

His two feet quickly moved down the dark short corridor, towards the central room. The dead electricity plus the nighttime storm outside made the parlour feel like a haunted house. Dark and cold, plus messy furniture in the middle of a large room. Without stopping moving, Ansel clucked once more, scattering the ultrasonic waves that humans could not hear throughout the room. The energy bounces off, then is received again by it. In an instant, Ansel could figure out the intricacies of the room, including items lying down to the size of a bullet casing near the kitchen. It was one of the gift techniques he made as well, three-dimensional radar.

Nimblely he ran over the dining table full of bullet marks. There were three people who had been incapacitated near the kitchen, but were still conscious. Ansel paid no heed to it, after all so far he had moved without a sound. They won't realize that anyone else is entering the parlour. He ran up the stairs. His eyes rolled to the side when he was near the top floor. It was dark, but he could tell what was on the top floor. A big man clutching a big revolver, probably an S&W Magnum. That explains the loud noise. Someone has been shot, but it is not yet known whether anyone died again or not.

"HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ansel's cry made the man turn around with the hammer of the pistol already raised. Ansel was momentarily grateful because it meant that the man was completely ready to shoot another person if he did not distract him. He stretched his left hand forward. The distortion made his arm appear slightly bumpy. His fingers prepare to flick.

The big guy pressed the trigger. The hammer revolver down hit the bullet primer. The gunpowder blast created a burst of flames that lit up the corridor momentarily, along with a powerful explosive sound that echoed breaking down the rain. A large caliber bullet projectile shot out across the air, straight towards the forehead of the young man who was preparing with his attack.

"Unleash, 5%."

The distortion on Ansel's fingers rotated, then disappeared shortly before he snapped his fingers. The flickering reverberation instantly filled the building, defeating the sound of a gun explosion. The narrow space in front of Ansel distorted, spinning like something sucked in. The vortex forms a small black sphere that creates an arch in the surrounding space. Before long, the ball disappeared, replaced by an unusually strong shockwave that even flung the bullet projectile away shortly after the gun exploded. The big man was right in the attack trajectory. His large body was blown away after being hit by Ansel's wave, far slammed to break a large window at the end of the corridor, making him thrown from the second floor of the parlour to far near the front gate.

After the wave was extinguished, Ansel moved back quickly to the room. He saw the children silent in fear, while one black-haired young man sprawled with blood gushing profusely from his right chest. He closed his eyes, unconscious, it was unknown if his life was still there. Realizing who the sprawled child was, Ansel shuddered. He approached the boy regardless of the other two teenagers who were beside him.

"THEO!!!!!!!!!!"

"Who.... WHO ARE YOU!!!!!" the big young man beside Theo shouted while releasing Ansel's arm from Theo. He probably thought Ansel was the enemy, comprehensible.

"You were with Theo" said the teenage girl who was in tears. Clearly there were mixed emotions on his face. Panic, fear, worry, everything overflowed out into rushing tears falling down like rain outside.

"Ware...." Ansel got up immediately. Theo's pulse is getting weaker. "ALPHA!!!!!!!!!!"

Replying to Ansel's call, Rolfe immediately came with his other comrades. "SOON!!!!!!!"

"Do, V!!!!"

"I understand!!!"

A tall brunette girl walked over to the dying Theo. His forehead seemed to be frowning as he saw the terrible wound on the chest of the small-bodied young man. Instantly he clasped his hands over the wound, then tried to focus and close his eyes. The green light spun like a bunch of ribbons on both of his slender arms. Theo's body slowly clad in golden light. The brothers were left agape at the sight of a miraculous phenomenon before their own eyes. Theo's wounds slowly closed, but it took time to heal the terrible wounds on his chest. Even so, seeing Theo's improved condition, Ansel was able to relax his shoulders for a moment.

However, at the same time as well, he shuddered in horror. He glimpsed at the weapon that the big man had used before. A revolver type pistol with a fairly large size. It may be a Magnum, which is 0.500 inches, or a 50-caliber gun. That is, Theo's chest would obviously be destroyed, completely destroyed if shot a bullet of that size within a very close range. Although it does not directly hole the heart, but normally people will be sure to die instantly. But Theo is different. His heart was still beating even though he stopped breathing. What logic can be used except to believe that it is a miracle? Moreover, Gift Theo is not a healer, but a reflector.

Even so, the fact that they managed to save Theo's life made Ansel's shoulders feel more relaxed. He sat on the floor, leaning against the wall behind. His long breath seemed to melt the tensed face seen ever since he heard the gunshot.

"Contact everyone, we're gathered here."

Rolfe-who also felt calmer now-returned while leaning his back against the wall behind. "Yes, do it."

The children of the parlor stared at them. Not understanding, confusion, clearly illustrated that they have a thousand questions to not know which to ask first. However, they all have one main question that is equally thought of when they see these people from the beginning they enter the room.

"Who.... you guys?" ask the girl sitting behind Theo. Ansel knew the girl was named Lee, the girl Theo helped him with at the time. The young man smiled, even in the dark the girl could tell that the young man was smiling. A hoarse voice then rang out echoing throughout the room.

"Wild Dogs."

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