Dominic’s POV (This is his only POV)
End of the Year 2009, North Accambus
The swirling smoke wafted upwards into the vents, finding ways to escape this constraint hall. The main entrance was ablaze, falling apart pieces by pieces, blasting off the rubble and debris, fuelling my retribution.
My ambush was a success. The base of TSDA in North Accambus would soon turn to ruins. As I stood still, drowned in the heat of my vengeance radiated from the fire that was spreading and engulfing everything in a matter of minute, an explosion went off somewhere southeast of my position, cracking the ceiling. It was deafening, and I was suddenly crystal clear.
I couldn’t be doing this for vengeance anymore. Vengeance was nothing but wild weeds that could be swayed and trampled on. I had to do it for a vision. I had to stand up for an idea, and even if possible, be that idea, so that I could become unstoppable.
If there was one thing that I was certain about myself, it was that I wasn’t heroic at all. To those who had fought me they thought of me as pure evil. But what they couldn’t understand was my evil was a necessity. To those commoners, I was just mainly insane. I was firm of what I did. And I wasn’t a man of verdicts and opinions. I was more of a man of action. So I would leave the judgement part in your hands.
“Dom,” one of my men called. “We need to leave now! Just leave this girl. She couldn’t be a threat to us.” His voice was plain with anxiety, was certain that the ceiling would fall on us anytime.
“I know. I will be right behind you. I have to settle the debt they owe me,” I said.
“We don’t have…” he stammered as my killer eyes pierced right at him. “Okay, we will be waiting for you outside.” Then he immediately rushed to the only fire exit that was still intact.
When I was twenty, I was already a first-class soldier in TSDA special force. But I was different from most of the TSDA contenders who had wished to work for this agency, I had a mother from TOP, a world above the surface of the water. The world that you know for your entire life. And when my mother died, my father from Archadia found me and brought me to the bottom of the ocean. Since then, I lived with the fact that there was no one from my home looking for me, presumably because I literally didn’t exist in their records anymore. TSDA smeared my name out. I was a vagrant. An Outcast.
To be frank, it wasn’t easy for TOP dwellers to be in the first class. Usually, we would end up being a guardian of the seven entrances, or in the infantry units, or some insignificant soldiers fighting wars against Vengers in some time-forgotten places beneath the ocean. We fought and sacrificed our lives so that the people who stayed twelve thousand feet below the sea level could live extravagantly, and safe, behind their locked doors. And I’d guessed I was fortunate to have a father from their world who pushed me to first class. Or so I’d thought.
I took a step closer to my prey and she cringed even further away, until she couldn’t resist the furious heat behind her, she stopped, eyes were surveying me. I wanted to kill her swiftly and I called it mercy. But there was something about her pair of brown eyes. They weren’t registering any sign of fear. But as I focused and looked deeper into them, I found something else entirely. She was a TOP dweller too. I was almost certain.
Kids like them, they always carried that fearless pair of eyes. Not because they weren’t afraid. But merely, they were concealing something else. Something that they feared even more than death itself. It wasn’t the first time I encountered kids like them.
“Jerk, you will pay for this...” she mumbled with her last ounce of energy. Then she charged, lifted herself up in the air to make a futile attempt to slice me into half with her shiny sword. It would be a deadly stunt if I hadn’t parried in time.
She tripped over as my sword sliced through her flesh at her abdomen. It wasn’t fatal. But it was painful enough that she knelt to the ground before me. I was staring at her, studying her. The reason she fought even though she knew she would hurt herself stupefied me. She was throwing her life for an organization that wouldn’t even bother to honour her sacrifice, as if she was less than a pawn, as if her presence carried no meaning at all. And yet here she was, unyielding. I found her pair of daring eyes staring right at me. Slowly, she bit her lips and shut her eyelids, accepting her fate.
I plunged my sword deep into the ground just inches from her knees. “Run!”
Once she collected herself, she scampered away, like rats.
I didn’t want to target an ill-fated kid from TOP. I had nothing against them. And in a way, she resembled me. I started this fight to free them. That was my mission. And to do so, TSDA needed to be obliterated. Their leaders were the symbol of corruption, and they possessed too great an authority for a single organization.
Let me clarify it.
An organization which built a tall, indestructible wall between two worlds, and the sole purpose of its existence was to strengthen that wall, they had been preventing harmony and understanding between the two worlds for so long that it was almost impossible for reunion. They told the whole world they existed so that TOP dwellers could live happily in isolation. And they told their politicians rules and regulations were essential for a healthy and stable economy, so they set up quotas, tariffs for trade, and only they could decide who could walk freely between the two worlds. They told the world they opened doors of opportunity and the two worlds were safe in their cages. In truth, they controlled the economy of the Realms and decided the fate of the TOP dwellers.
Let me tell you the truth behind my mother’s death. My father was from Archadia, one of the three realms from below sea level, and my mother was a commoner from France. They fell in love. And I was taught the way of the Archadians and the French since I was born.
My parents died because TSDA was too desperate covering their tracks. They didn’t want any exposure. And they didn’t want a commoner from TOP to know anything regarding their existence. Hence, when they found out that my father had a wife in France, they silenced my mother and buried her ten feet below the ground.
And when my father uncovered the truth twenty years later, in grief, tried to shake the walls but the walls fell on him instead. They never even buried him. I was twenty-six, and I knew how to take care of myself. But when that happened, they labelled me as a red-one, the highest threat posed to the world, but in truth, to TSDA instead. TSDA, once again, with their deplorable efforts, reinforced the wall bricks by bricks, layers by layers, and thicker and thicker as the days gone by.
I was the only one who understood it.
TSDA should not be allowed to exist.
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