had he bothered? Death would be more merciful. Did he save them to be cruel? What he did wasn’t an act of mercy at all. He was cruel.
His mind was racing when he stopped many miles away and went to sit on rubble. There was more to Earth’s offspring. Pregnant females didn’t have a baby shield. He had approached an unmonitored infant, his shield suggested caution but there was nothing to keep him from killing the babe. It cooed and babbled and waved its arms towards him. Another female to twist at his heart. They had no way to protect themselves. The idea boggled his mind.
Another storm hit as he sat thinking. Debris flew overhead. Destruction was everywhere he looked. Buildings collapsed. Cars were tossed, smashed, annihilated. Taz didn’t move, he simply watched. Clouds billowed in, dark and ominous. Rain ran from his skin in rivers, forming a puddle at his feet. A small chunk of cement flew at his face. Taz lifted his hand, caught the hard substance and clutched the strange material and crushed it.
The wind died down. Death hung in the air. The injured were calling for help. Taz wanted to scream at them there was no help, they were doomed. Die now, suffer later, it made no difference. It was getting harder to keep his thoughts on track. He was on a mission, nothing more. He shouldn’t care one way or the other. The first shuttles were leaving, it was early and he hadn’t reported back, so Taz was a bit confused, some flew overhead. Taz needed to get back and report to Krish. Perhaps Krish was informed already the storms were too brutal for humans. He hoped that was it.
The air stunk of not only death but sadness. The emotion creeping over Taz over the last week was pity. Humans cried tears. Their eyes leaked with suffering. Their bones could be torn from their flesh, limbs ripped off. How much destruction could one warrior take and not feel affected? Krish would be loving the scene before him. Taz had to regain his senses.
I will feel no pity.
Incessant howling from a child penetrated his thoughts. He wanted to tune him out. There were children on Earth all right. Scores of them. All suffering. Some areas dozens of orphans scoured the garbage. Each child he saw dead infuriated Taz. The Tonans didn’t have to do this. Krish had spared Taz, why did he need to kill the children of this world? The little ones were more defenseless than Taz had been. Krish could have sent a ship and stolen of-age females. Instead, he was murdering a species. Warring with the helpless. Taz loved to battle, he was a war machine. Slaughtering an opponent who had no way to defend itself wasn’t war, it was evil filth. Everywhere Krish went there was suffering. Krish wanted the destruction for fun. Taz, snarling, jumped to his feet.
The howling boy was under a vehicle crying for help. Taz walked by, gripped the bottom of the car and sent it spinning, freeing the child. Everywhere he looked humans were in need of help. The grown males Taz ignored. The crying female woman who gazed with frightened eyes under a tree gripped at a trapped leg. She cried out for his help. One handed Taz lifted the large limb and continued to walk. He was unshielded, shirtless and didn’t care. No one cared.
Taz was growing too soft with the humans. He should be killing the ones who saw him, not aiding them. Helpless or not, he had a duty to his own kind. He swore the next human he ran into he would kill. He had to. There was too much pity building within him; if he didn’t stop it, the feeling might consume him. He would change in front of the next human he saw and slide his talons into their guts and twist. He would smile as they took their last breath, he would . After that thought a female girl child ran into his leg, running frightened of a snarling dog. The child, perhaps ten, was hefted high into the air across one arm and Taz smashed his fist into the dog’s head. The dog died instantly. Taz lowered the child and set her on her feet. She was
His mind was racing when he stopped many miles away and went to sit on rubble. There was more to Earth’s offspring. Pregnant females didn’t have a baby shield. He had approached an unmonitored infant, his shield suggested caution but there was nothing to keep him from killing the babe. It cooed and babbled and waved its arms towards him. Another female to twist at his heart. They had no way to protect themselves. The idea boggled his mind.
Another storm hit as he sat thinking. Debris flew overhead. Destruction was everywhere he looked. Buildings collapsed. Cars were tossed, smashed, annihilated. Taz didn’t move, he simply watched. Clouds billowed in, dark and ominous. Rain ran from his skin in rivers, forming a puddle at his feet. A small chunk of cement flew at his face. Taz lifted his hand, caught the hard substance and clutched the strange material and crushed it.
The wind died down. Death hung in the air. The injured were calling for help. Taz wanted to scream at them there was no help, they were doomed. Die now, suffer later, it made no difference. It was getting harder to keep his thoughts on track. He was on a mission, nothing more. He shouldn’t care one way or the other. The first shuttles were leaving, it was early and he hadn’t reported back, so Taz was a bit confused, some flew overhead. Taz needed to get back and report to Krish. Perhaps Krish was informed already the storms were too brutal for humans. He hoped that was it.
The air stunk of not only death but sadness. The emotion creeping over Taz over the last week was pity. Humans cried tears. Their eyes leaked with suffering. Their bones could be torn from their flesh, limbs ripped off. How much destruction could one warrior take and not feel affected? Krish would be loving the scene before him. Taz had to regain his senses.
I will feel no pity.
Incessant howling from a child penetrated his thoughts. He wanted to tune him out. There were children on Earth all right. Scores of them. All suffering. Some areas dozens of orphans scoured the garbage. Each child he saw dead infuriated Taz. The Tonans didn’t have to do this. Krish had spared Taz, why did he need to kill the children of this world? The little ones were more defenseless than Taz had been. Krish could have sent a ship and stolen of-age females. Instead, he was murdering a species. Warring with the helpless. Taz loved to battle, he was a war machine. Slaughtering an opponent who had no way to defend itself wasn’t war, it was evil filth. Everywhere Krish went there was suffering. Krish wanted the destruction for fun. Taz, snarling, jumped to his feet.
The howling boy was under a vehicle crying for help. Taz walked by, gripped the bottom of the car and sent it spinning, freeing the child. Everywhere he looked humans were in need of help. The grown males Taz ignored. The crying female woman who gazed with frightened eyes under a tree gripped at a trapped leg. She cried out for his help. One handed Taz lifted the large limb and continued to walk. He was unshielded, shirtless and didn’t care. No one cared.
Taz was growing too soft with the humans. He should be killing the ones who saw him, not aiding them. Helpless or not, he had a duty to his own kind. He swore the next human he ran into he would kill. He had to. There was too much pity building within him; if he didn’t stop it, the feeling might consume him. He would change in front of the next human he saw and slide his talons into their guts and twist. He would smile as they took their last breath, he would . After that thought a female girl child ran into his leg, running frightened of a snarling dog. The child, perhaps ten, was hefted high into the air across one arm and Taz smashed his fist into the dog’s head. The dog died instantly. Taz lowered the child and set her on her feet. She was
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