“When are we getting there already? I’m sick of lying here in the dark! I’m already rested!” he growled, punching the lid of the capsule.
Someone outside banged back, annoyed.
“Hey, animal!” a soldier shouted. “Boss said we can let you out into solitary for a walk if you behave. Got it? No surprises!”
“Are you even gonna feed me?” the guy muttered.
“You serious? Answer the damn question, idiot!”
“…..Got it,” he hissed. “I’ll tear you all to pieces the moment I get out.”
The capsule started moving, vibration running through the frame.
“I want meat… dumplings… no… cheese too…” he mumbled in the dark. When the capsule stopped and the soldiers began opening the outer door, a sliver of light slipped inside.
“Finally! Took you long enough. Now I’m gonna kill all of you and go eat whatever I want!” he thought with a hungry grin but suddenly the lid slammed shut again.
“Hey! What are you doing?!”
“What’s that noise?!” one of the soldiers yelled.
A siren screamed through the corridor.
“Possible escape! Move out, now!”
“HEY! Let me out!” the guy shouted, but no one heard him over the alarms. The soldiers pushed the capsule away in a hurry.
“Hm… I want tomatoes too… a burger! I’ve never had a burger… That’s the first thing I’ll try! Or… maybe check options… Hot dog? No, I’ll try dog later… Ramen? Sounds cool…” His thoughts jumped around like crazy.
The capsule suddenly jerked to a stop.
“Hey! What are you mumbling about?” a soldier snapped.
Is he talking to me? flashed through his mind.
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And then the corridor filled with gunfire and screams.
“What’s going on out there?!” he said, tensing inside the capsule.
Someone knocked on the lid.
“Hey, 1991! That you?”
“What? Who are you?”
“Pilgrim!” the voice answered. “You’re lucky I found you. We help people like you!”
“You help? Then go ahead, open it! Let me out.”
“Sorry, boss decides that. I’ll take you to him! Maybe he’ll like you and you can join us!” Pilgrim said as the capsule started moving again.
“What is this idiot talking about? Whatever. I’ll kill them too once they open this thing. And then I’ll eat… I want salad… Burrito? Saw scientists eat that, looked kinda cool. But no… Fries? Nah… Lasagna? Don’t even know what it looks like… Damn, what should I try first? Oh, I know!“
He didn’t even finish the thought when he suddenly heard:
“HEY, BOSS!” Pilgrim shouted. “LOOK! I found another poor guy the government was torturing! Maybe we should keep him?!”
Oh, they’re here already? Good. I’ll kill everyone I see and then go…
The thought cut off as the capsule was suddenly thrown to the side. He flipped over, hit the wall, then felt solid ground under his back.
“What the hell? Did that idiot crash into something? Huh?”
1991 lifted his head and saw that the locks were broken. The capsule’s lid was slightly open.
He slowly pushed it with his hand.
Light covered him completely. White wavy hair to his shoulders, pale skin, soft facial features, green eyes - a skinny young guy squinted and covered his eyes with his hand. 1991 stood right in the middle of the battlefield, between the “Trash” gang and the soldiers.
Samson watched him with deep, almost childlike interest. He noticed Rul getting ready to start shooting again, but raised his hand.
“Rul, wait!”
“What? Why?” she snapped.
“Just wait. Let’s see what he does. The enemy isn’t shooting either.”
Rul lowered her weapon with annoyance.
A soldier in heavy green armor slowly walked toward 1991, pointing his rifle at him.
“Hey!” he swallowed as he got closer. “No stupid moves, 1991. Let’s just go and…”
He didn’t finish, he saw the guy raise his hand and point a finger at him.
“Hey! Hey! What are you doing?! Put your hand down! Now!” the soldier shouted. The others tensed up too, aiming their guns. Samson’s group watched with interest.
1991 slowly bent his index finger with his thumb.
“I said put your hand down!” the soldier raised his rifle. “Now! I’m cou--”
“I want pizza.”
CRACK.
The soldier’s head burst open, like it exploded from the inside. The others instantly took stance and aimed their guns.
“Did he blow that bastard’s head up?” Rul asked in shock.
“That’s awesome!” Samson yelled. “AHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“What’s awesome.... and what’s funny? How did he do that?” Rul couldn’t look away from 1991.
Darkblock crossed his arms.
“This kid has an amazing….. and terrifying power.”
“What do you mean? He blows up heads with his mind?” Rul asked.
Samson, still shaking from laughter, explained:
“No! He blows them up with a finger crack! WITH A CRACK! I want him for myself!!”
