Time: 10:50 Location: Oslo, Norway – Europa
He could hear glass cracking from the restaurant. He saw the figure of the officer he had thrown stand up and limp his way out of the window. Viktor was astounded.
“You are a lot tougher than the rest of your colleagues, I’ll give you that. Maybe I’ll let you live to tell the tale. Would you like that?” The officer kept limping towards him. “You certainly are tough but you must be stupid if you think you can stop me.” The officer pulled out his gun and started firing. For Viktor, the bullets were coming at him in slow motion as he simply picked them out of the air and dropped them on to the ground. “What a waste. Could’ve saved those. I hear they cost quite a bit.” The man’s jaw dropped as he witnessed Viktor’s power. “Go home to your family. Kiss them and tell them you love them. My goal isn’t to create a massacre. I’m only for one man and it is not you. Go home.” The officer tossed his gun aside and tried to stand up straight. “What you are doing might seem as heroic but it is foolish. You cannot harm me and you cannot catch me.”
“But you are so wrong.” the officer replied. His uniform began to evaporate in black smoke, revealing a black jacket with a grey shirt under and a pair of jeans. “The man you are searching for is right here.” Viktor’s facial expression went from confused to thrilled. He studied the man in great detail and then laid a hand onto his ear.
“Target acquired sir.”
“Proceed with caution Viktor. We don’t know what his powers are.” replied Lucifer from the other end of the communication device. He walked closer towards the man and halted as he cleared his throat.
“My name is Victor Zerka!” he announced. They stared at each other, both of them standing in the middle of the intersection. “I am a soldier of Empyrean. I have orders that require your obliteration. You may think you are powerful, but you are among mortals. Today you face a Demigod. But there are rumours that God has sent you. My people would like to verify this before I cease your existence.” Viktor tapped the logo on his chest and then signalled to the man that they could see him followed by an arrogant smile.
The right side of his ribcage still pained Zephnox as the man in uniform addressed himself as Viktor Zerka. Before introducing himself he planned to heal his body. Focusing on the wound, closing his eyes, he let his hands do the work as they glowed in white light and mended the flesh and bones. “God didn’t send me. One of his emissaries did. I have yet to see the big man himself.” Viktor said nothing in reply. “And technically speaking, I wasn’t sent anywhere. I’ve been here all along but... I’ve been ascended.” Viktor continued to not show any reaction. Zephnox took a few steps closer as he urged his body to walk straight and tall. “My name is Zephnox and I am a prophet, here to bring back balance and order to the world.” His adversary finally showed a change in expression as he seemed concerned. “No matter.” he shrugged. “You are a prophet, a man simply chosen by God to carry out his word. I am a Demigod.”
In a flash, he sprinted towards the prophet and punched with both fists at his abdomen. The impact sent Zephnox breathless and flying back towards the restaurant. He never saw it coming, let alone saw anything happen, Viktor was too fast. But he stood back up after taking a deep breath. Viktor rushed inside and grabbed Zeph by the ankle and slung him back outside. The Demigod dashed outside and towered over the prophet. He held him by his neck and forced him up on his feet. Zephnox was seeing multiples. As he managed to stand on his feet Viktor pulled a punch back. It stayed there for a second before turning into a blur. Immediately after, Viktor started throwing punches like bullets. Within a matter of seconds, Viktor had thrown over hundreds of punches, completely weakening Zephnox and rendering him unconscious several times. His body couldn’t take any longer as it began slouching but Viktor came up with an uppercut and then held him in place with his left hand as he continued to punish with his right. His fist targeted Zephnox’s head, rocking him back and forth. He then placed his left hand behind the prophet’s neck and started to spin around. The two turned into a blurry whirlwind as they kept spinning. Once Viktor was satisfied with the speed he abruptly stopped, launching the prophet high up into the air. Zephnox’s body was twirling between the skyscrapers.
He was launched ten blocks away as he started to descend back to the ground. Viktor watched carefully as he fell. Zephnox was going down head first, his head still dizzy as if his brain had detached and rolled around in his skull. Blood from his mouth was falling slower than he was. He could feel heat emitting from his face, already swollen with bruises. Viktor kept watching, the prophet was five seconds away from hitting the ground. Four seconds. Three. Two. One. Viktor dashed through the streets with such force every car rolled onto its roof or back on to its wheels, crushing windows and setting off alarms in the area. Time had stopped as Viktor ran towards Zephnox who was dangling just below two meters away from the pavement. As he approached, Viktor readied his fist and connected it with the prophet’s head, the impact sending him in a straight line through the streets. With time still slower than them, Viktor ran behind him to catch up. There was traffic up ahead where the streets were blocked off. The dasher ran below the prophet and grabbed him by his ankles again. He then jumped and spun around with the prophet in his hands and threw him towards a lane full of cars.
Zephnox was launched right onto the hood of a car but it was the back seats that stopped him in his place. The force transferred to the car as it skidded up the lane. It crashed into another behind it and like dominos the vehicles started to pile up one after the other. There were screams erupting from everywhere. People were running in all directions, some trying to help those in the cars out. There was a man lying dead right next to him covered in glass. His eyes were still open. Zephnox slowly closed them as anger surged through him. Viktor jumped in front of the car and placed his hands on his hips, looking victorious.
“I had hoped this confrontation of ours would have been a challenge. You are pitiful. But then again, no one can match up to my speed.” he stated. Zephnox punched the door on his right and crawled out of it. “I admire your dedication. You are one tough man. But is that all you are? How is it you planned to restore balance to this world? Let people take their anger out on you?” he began to laugh proudly. The prophet put his face deep into the palms of his hands. Viktor curiously watched. Zephnox’s hands began to pulse in white light again. Horror struck Viktor as he remembered what it meant but this pulse was different as it surrounded the prophet completely. Viktor dashed, slowing time, but the white light continued to surround the prophet without stopping. He pushed Zephnox towards another car. The prophet regained his balance in mid-air and landed on his feet on top of the car, completely healed.
“You can heal faster than I can run. This is noted. From now on I won’t give you any quarter.” “I’m still new to my powers and I was told that my creativity is what limits my powers.” Zephnox stared down the bald Demigod. “But as I see things I get ideas into my head and then they’re only a thought away from reality.” He could feel fear building up inside Viktor but both were tense.
This time, Zephnox launched himself towards the dasher, leading with a regular punch, but Viktor was too fast for that, running behind him and kicking him in the back. Zephnox took the hit but turned around to show a machine gun he had conjured. Viktor jumped out of harm’s way but the bullets continued to follow in his general direction as he ran away. He soon heard the clip going empty and quickly ran back but Zephnox had conjured something new. Equipped with an automatic shotgun, the prophet flew after Viktor and took several shots. Viktor took a slight hit on his shoulder, the pain knocking him off balance. He tripped and hit a car, flipping over the hood, and landed on his back. Quickly getting back up, he ripped off the door to the car and launched it at Zephnox, hitting him and taking him out of the air. Viktor dashed towards him but Zephnox suddenly stood up just as fast as him and parried the incoming punch. In shock, Viktor turned around to throw more punches but the prophet had learned to control his speed. Every punch he threw was either blocked or parried. Irritated and angry, Viktor pushed his limits, throwing punches faster and faster until they were a blur to himself. But Zephnox maintained his defensive stance and once he saw his chance he took it. The prophet came hard with a low right kick, completely pushing Viktor sideways in midair, and followed with a hard left jab, almost punching into his chest. The force of the punch pushed Viktor a block away, hitting the pavement with a loud thud as his head smacked the ground. A large cut appeared on the back of his head as blood started to flow out of it.
Zephnox dashed like Viktor and kicked him on the side and grabbed his head, wanting to smash it to the ground but the Demigod wasn’t about to let that happen. Viktor elbowed Zephnox on the nose, jabbed his neck, staggering him completely, before grabbing him by the wrist and instantly slamming him into the closest wall. The force took Zephnox’s breath away, dazing him and before he could come back to his senses the Demigod walked in front of him and began to throw hundreds of punches. Viktor was striking him wherever possible on his upper body, targeting fragile areas and joints, until Zephnox was unconscious once more. The world’s fastest man wasn’t about to be beaten on his own game and wanted to teach the prophet a lesson in respect. Viktor picked him up from the floor and carried him under his arm and dashed.
The city of Oslo was a blur as Viktor ran around, halting every few seconds to slam Zephnox into anything possible. He repeated the process several times until the prophet was covered with blood and dust, his clothes ripped and bones sticking out of his arms and shoulders. It was a nightmarish scene but the Demigod wasn’t finished. “I want you to stay right here,” he whispered into Zephnox’s ear as he tried to make him stand. “Do you know how fast I can run around the world?” There was no reply but he wasn’t expecting any. The prophet was near death and he had just the thing to finish him. “All I need is for you to stand straight... for just... a minute. Can you do that for me?” A smirk whipped across his face as he blushed at his own prowess. Zephnox seemed to be getting some energy back into his legs as he began to maintain balance. The Demigod was happy. “I’ll be right back.”
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