Chapter 2
No one wanted to do it. He would die a hero . The Negra and their devious plan. They would never be able to overcome earth now. Even though he told them he was 21,he still wasn't old enough to pass for this mission . But all the older ones were either too scared or had something to live for. He had nothing.
He knew his death wouldn't stop the Negra but it would slow them down. He crossed earth's dark atmosphere and entered space. He looked around him at the dark pool he had entered and flexed his fingers. He was officially alone now. Time to get to work . He flexed his fingers again , his nervousness making the metal delay in responding to him. He opened his palm and the strain of metal tearing sounded all around him.
He stared from his position in the cockpit at , at the giant mass of floating dark green tails and tentacles and ugly,rough skin. He unlatched himself from his seat and flexed his his fingers, feeling the metallic heat of the nuclear bomb he was carrying with his powers. They floated toward the mutant. All he had to do was find an opening somewhere, deposit the bomb deep in the thing and set it off , dying along with the thing.
He steeled himself ,his sweat evaporating off of him because of the intense heat flowing from him in hot waves. He felt himself being pulled forward . Unable to restrian himself,he moved forward with all the space junk toward the mouth of the creature. It was so seamlessly hidden,no one would have guessed where it was . This was how it probably took from the earth. But how does it suck in with no air? As he moved gears and cogs in the bomb and was propelled forward , he swang his arms back and then forward again,fisting his right hand to lock in the intense heat from the bomb.
It glowed red and sped forward ahead of everything else. He smiled one last time before he died but . . .the explosion never came . He saw it move back and stop in the middle of the moving mass of space junk and earth life. No,no,no, he thought ,it can't explode here . Holding his hand out and still floating forward , he searched for metal by opening his hands. He got some and swang from either side to either destroy it if it was too late ,or use them to push it back.
They destroyed those ones too and floated toward him . He couldn't move away fast enough. Their sickly green skin and hollowed eyes made his stomach churn . This was their territory and instead of dying while saving millions of people , he was going to die by the hands of negras, just like . . .his family. One negra got out something from its robe and he felt it was metal.
He couldn't risk being controlled by them so he couldn't control it . He still had his heat though . He looked down at his hands as they turned reddish orange . He could melt their hearts out , if they had one . They stopped ,barely four feet away from from him and just when he was about to attack, one negra threw the metal , now glowing white and the other used space waves to push him back.
The last thing he saw in his world's dimension were two negras smiling down at him with their guns bared and white light flashing in his head and eyes.
