Officer Lawton was quickly driving through the New York streets. He weaved back and forth between the lanes, quickly trying to make it to the firehouse.
“Officer Lawton is…” He started speaking into the radio, but then he suddenly felt the roof of his car cave in. The car folded in half towards the center as he gripped whatever he could grab. He ripped his seat belt off his body and looked back at the destroyed car, curved up into the shape of a U.
“Officer Lawton…requesting backup…” Lawton felt himself starting to fade and rubbed his head. He pulled his hand back to see it covered in blood, but didn’t really feel the pain in his head. He pushed the door open and fell out of the elevated seat and fell down to the street, groaning loudly.
“Hey officer, you okay?”
Lawton opened his eyes and looked up at a civilian standing over him. Lawton looked over at the police car, which sat normally and untouched. The driver’s seat was open and the car was still running as he rubbed his head. There was no blood anymore, just sweat.
“Well…I’m just…stay hydrated.”
Lawton quickly got back into the driver’s seat and quickly sped off as the citizens watched in confusion.
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At the firehouse, there was loud gunfire ringing out, obscuring screaming coming from the firefighters.
The top window of the building shattered as Sim landed and rolled forward into the room. The top few levels were all offices, which sat completely empty. Sim made his way to the staircase and slowly climbed down, the gunfire getting louder and louder.
“What do you think is going on?” Sim asked.
“Don’t know.” Polymon replied.
They continued to move further down the stairs, but then the gunfire suddenly stopped. Sim stopped and waited for more noise, but nothing happened.
“That should be concerning right?” Sim asked.
“Maybe the firefighters fought back and took him down.”
Loud screaming echoed through the staircases followed by more gunfire.
“We need to hurry this up.”
Polymon took over the body and jumped between the stairway, falling straight down through the hole very quickly before quickly grabbing one of the railings, both of his shoulders loudly popping out of place as his arms were close to breaking.
“Fuck.” Sim screamed through gritted teeth. He looked back and pushed off the railing before back flipping onto the stairwell behind him, his arms hanging low to his sides.
“I’ll fix these.”
Polymon took over again and the arms began to suddenly snap back and pop back into his shoulders. He moved his arms around like they were fine, despite the pain still being extreme.
“How do you feel?” Polymon asked.
“I wish I brought some pills.” Sim responded as he made his way to the door to leave the stairwell. He could hear the yelling and shouting, which sounded just down the hallway.
“Pete please, just calm down. We can…” A voice spoke out before gunfire rang out.
Sim stepped through the doorway and walked down the hallway, looking in each passing door until he found one that appeared to be barred shut.
“Alright, here we go.”
Polymon took over and violently kicked hard, sending the door flying in pieces and sending desks and chairs piled up against it flying into the room.
Inside, a large number of firefighters were hiding under counters and desks while another was standing in the middle of the room with a large assault rifle in his hands. His eyes were wide and his body looked quite ill and very unhygienic. The man quickly turned and was shaking as he pointed the gun at Polymon.
“Get back!” The man shouted.
Polymon stepped forward, but stopped. Sim tried to take back over, making his head twitched before his entire body shook and bent down.
“Hey…it’s okay…don’t worry…I’m not here to hurt you.” Sim reached his hand out and very slowly and stiffly stepped closer.
The firefighter’s eyes were still wide and darting every possible direction.
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The man looked and sounded sick, both mentally and physically. He looked like he had locked himself inside a single room for months without much food or water, just enough to stay alive.
“It’s okay. Just you and I can sit down and talk. Let all of them go.” Sim said as he pointed to the firefighters hiding.
“Let them get out of here, and nobody has to get hurt.”
Sim stepped closer with his hand reached out.
The firefighter was breathing heavily as the officers very slowly got to their feet, their arms raised up above their heads.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Go ahead.”
Sim nodded as the firefighters slowly made their way from their hiding places, moving across the floor and to the busted open doorway. Sim kept staring at the wild man in front of him.
“What is your name?” Sim asked.
The man was breathing heavily as tears started to run down his face. The rifle began to shake a bit faster, his nerves overflowing his body.
“Just talk okay? It's just you and me here.” Sim said.
The man was still freaking out, staring at the black mask that had no face. His hands gripped the rifle very aggressively, but Sim suddenly reached up and removed his mask.
“Look. See? Just like you.” Sim tried to give a calming smile.
The firefighter looked at his face and lowered the gun down slowly till it was pointing to the floor.
“He’s letting his guard down. Let’s get him.” Polymon said loudly inside his head.
Sim’s head twitched as he shut his eyes and gritted his teeth.
“Not now.” Sim whispered to himself.
“Oh come on! He was gonna kill those people!” Poylmon shouted.
“But he didn’t.” Sim grunted to himself.
The man across from him watched on as Sim struggled to keep himself in charge, talking to himself while his body would subtly twitch and shake.
“Do you have voices in your head too?” The firefighter asked.
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“Yes I do. He’s quite a pain in the ass.” Sim said.
The man started to cry, his breathing becoming erratic until he broke down bawling, dropping the gun and falling to his knees.
“I have voices…everyday in my head. Screams of people.” He cried out as Sim stepped closer.
“I have tried my hardest, but we couldn’t save everyone. Children, the elderly, and everything in between. I was told that you get used to it or even numb, but every death just hurts more and more.” The man buried his face deep into his hands as he cried louder. His breathing sounded full of pain and agony as his body shook quite violently.
Sim kneeled down in front of him and sat close.
“It’s okay…”
“No it’s not!” The man screamed out.
“It’s not okay to watch people die over and over! I should be able to save all of them! That’s our job! We are supposed to save and protect without any fear, but I can’t handle it!” He bawled out and bent forward till his head was buried into the floor, his whines and screams filling the air.
Sim reached out and softly rubbed his back.
“Tell me…how many people have you saved?” Sim asked.
The man took quite a while to calm himself down enough to respond.
“I have been doing this for nearly ten years. I’ve probably saved thousands, but those eighty-seven people…they outweigh everything.” He cried out.
Sim hugged the man tightly and rubbed his back.
“Don’t worry…I’m here for you. You’re not alone.”
The man cried harder when the two of them could hear loud footsteps. Possibly a hundred footsteps all running quickly up the stairs and down the hallway. Sim quickly put his mask back on and stood up in front of the man, who struggled to his feet.
A swat team stormed into the room, all of them pointing their guns forward.
“Hands up now!” The leading officer shouted.
Sim stood stoic in between the officers and the troubled man.
“Hands up now!” The officer shouted again.
“This man is sick and will go with you willingly, but only if you give him the help that he needs.” Sim said.
“If you don’t move, we will open fire!”
Sim tilted his head slightly.
“You’ll what?” Sim asked, his voice a mixture of his own with Polymon’s.
He stepped back closer to the man behind him.
“We surrender peacefully.” Sim said, reaching his hand back. The man reached out and grabbed it tightly.
“He’s got a gun!” The officer shouted.
Every gun the swat team had began to fire, filling the air with more noise than hundreds of bombs going off. Sim quickly did his best to cover the man, but the tsunami of bullets flew out and pierced both of their bodies all over. The firefighter dropped dead to the ground with bullet holes running from his head down to his feet. Sim dropped face down and stared at the man with wide eyes as his body also became riddled with holes. Sim shut his eyes until they reopened, the green changed to bright red.
Polymon slowly got to his hands and knees while the officers were frozen in shock and fear. He grunted and all of the bullets fell out of his body, the skin quickly closing and not leaving any scars. The uniform was covered in tears and holes, revealing much of his skin, including one of his bright red eyes.
“We surrendered…he was sick…and needed help…”
Polymon stared with intense hatred at the officers as they lifted their guns again. Polymon’s fists clenched tightly and ripped his outfit more until the fabric covering his hands disappeared, stretching too thin before snapping.
“Put your hands behind your head now!” The officer in charge shouted.
Polymon kept staring intensely while his fists kept squeezing, his veins bulging from his fingers up his arms and to his shoulders.
“I don’t think so.”
The entire interior of the building became filled with thick shadow. Nothing was visible anymore, not even the riot masks covering every officer’s face.
“What the…”
One officer started, but was cut off by a loud but short scream. The officers began to run around blindly. The sounds of bones breaking, flesh ripping, and blood crashing onto every surface filled the air as the screams grew quieter and quieter.
“Requesting backup now!” One officer shouted.
He was quickly grabbed and in less time than it took for him to blink, his body was ripped in half before being dropped to the floor.
Polymon screamed out in anger as the shadows slowly began to fade. The first thing that was seen was the splatters of blood covering the ceiling and the walls. As the shadows faded more, pieces of human corpses were thrown all around the room. Internal organs covered the floor along with piles of flesh and muscle and bone that no longer resemble anything even remotely human.
Polymon stood knee deep in the carnage and blood, breathing heavily. The black outfit was covered in multiple thick layers of blood as he kept breathing. He took a deep sniff of the putrid corpses, breathing out in pure ecstasy.
“I have told you and shown you before Simon…we can rid the world of evil.”
Polymon smiled wide, his blood stained teeth showing as he looked back down at the mess of blood and flesh.
Sim went to speak, but had no words.
They could hear footsteps again, with Polymon tilting his head and getting into a fighting stance.
Suddenly, Sim forced his way to take over and ran to the wall, jumping through the window and crashing down hard onto the street. He could hear and feel bones break as he looked over at the police barricade.
“Polymon.” Sim grunted.
Polymon took over right away and quickly fixed his broken bones, running quickly as the officers opened fire. Polymon noticed a police car driving towards him, quickly jumping up onto the hood before jumping high into the air, able to push himself to the side and quickly climbed up the nearest building, climbing to the roof and jumping from rooftop to rooftop with ease away from the scene.
Officer Lawton jumped out of his car, the hood dented heavily as he pulled his gun.
“What the fuck was that?” He shouted.
“That was that masked murder.” One officer nearby responded.
Suddenly every cop radio went off at once. It was just static.
“I…the…oh my god.” An officer spoke through the radio, clearly afraid to the point that his soul sounded like it was leaving his body more and more every second.
“What is it Lieutenant?” The officer next to Lawton asked.
“It’s…they’re all…”
The sound of the officer audibly throwing up violently was all the rest needed to know.
Inside the building was a horrific scene. Something that nobody wanted to see. The officer who unfortunately saw it would be scarred for the rest of his life.
“Lieutenant?” Another officer asked.
There was no response for a full minute. The other officers shared looks amongst each other, all of them afraid to be told to go inside.
Lawton took a very deep breath before he walked into the building, the other officers stepping away to stay back.
As Lawton walked up the stairs, the smell grew stronger and stronger. It became so strong that it felt like he had to walk stronger, like he was pushing more air out of his way.
He made it to the floor, looking down the hall at the officer on the ground continuing to vomit. His skin was pale enough to resemble paper as he tried to crawl away, but the other officers that came up with him were as far down the hallway as possible.
Lawton took a deep breath and walked closer. He lifted the young Lieutenant up and carried him down to the stairs before sitting him down.
The young man’s eyes had nothing behind them anymore.
He stared into death, and it took his soul.
Lawton gripped his gun tightly as he unholstered it and switched the safety off. He could hear the ringing in his ears again. He tried to block it out, hoping to push his fear away. His brain was burning inside of his skull as he drew closer.
Lawton stood next to the doorway, unable to look inside yet. He took another deep breath and jumped forward to look into the room.
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