The New kid

Harpoons

Tords P.O.V

       I entered the stage in front of thousands of Red Soldiers. But unlike every other time there was no anxiety, instead, anger filled my veins. I come back to find my army disobedient to its own leader. I approached the microphone wearing my full wardrobe. A sash full of metals proudly shined out towards them. They all saluted me as I walked out. Thomas walked behind me. "Hello Army, as you know, I am back earlier than anticipated. There are many reasons for this, but the most crucial one is the possibility of an impending attack that we must prepare for. While I was away, several missions were executed with great success. But," I paused and moved my hands to showcase Thomas. "Many people seemed to get comfortable with disobedience. This is what disobedience looks like." A red hand mark was still evident on his cheek. Brushing had already started. "As you know this is my right-hand man, or as some of you have started to call. Blue. To clear the air, yes, he is in fact the Purple God. None of you will speak to him unless given permission. Now I'm sure you're all familiar with Viktor."

Paul brought him out, "Sir," he says as he sets him on his knees. Viktor says nothing.

"This man tried to kill not a fellow soldier but my army's most powerful weapon. He acted as if he had my power. This is what happens to disobedient soldiers." I grabbed the sword from my side, "Bye Bye Vicky~" I used all my weight in throwing it down his neck. A useless head fell on the floor and rolled to the edge of the stage. "General Gregors will go over housekeeping." I walked off stage leaving the head there for every person to see. Thomas' electronic eyes were still stuck on his remains. "What? You've led a whole fleet for almost a year. Surely you've seen worse." He looked at me without a word, I grabbed his tie and pulled him close to me, "I didn't leave and went through hell to be where I am today to find you softer than when I left. I can't afford wasted time on missions. Don't think I didn't hear about what Viktor was so pissed about." I let him go and he stumbled back.

"Sorry sir." He answered.

"Sorry won't cut it anymore. I won't be lenient as I was before." I pointed to his face, "That was just a warning. Don't let me catch you being disobedient again or else."

His bandaged hands began to tremble and his chest moved up and down quicker, "Sir m-may I please be e-excused."

"Meet me in the laboratory in 30 minutes."

"Thank you, sir." He slowly turns away and leaves. I couldn't give him a second thought. I have plenty of business to get down to. I made my way to my room and went over Viktor's papers. He had done a lot, of course, a lot that was none of his business. Like all the trials he ran on Thomas.

I read through his notes, he took it upon himself to look into breeding the monster as if I'd be impressed. "Thomas Thomson, subject 42, he still has human DNA within him but the monster DNA attached to his cells makes it one. So hypothetically it would be possible to breed others like him. This would create more weapons for the army. If we had a whole team of elite and trained monsters no one could take on the Red Army." I stopped to think, "Huh, he's not wrong. But he's overlooked too many components. There are so many variables, it seemed impossible for a monster like that to be able to survive in a human body. Both the mother and the child would die. The human body simply could not sustain that kind of stress and power. Besides, I have enough to keep Thomas in check." I closed the file and opened the next, I read the title out loud "The Rebellion?" I shut it and grabbed a cigar.

"Well well it seems like a Rebellion has popped up, look at this Larson!" My teacher laughed, "They even took out a pack of Yellows!"

"Wow.." I mutter, "They're no joke.."

"They're not, you're right. Which is why you have to be prepared. You have to take them as a legitimate threat no matter how small they might seem. You wipe them out while they are small and you don't have to deal with a bigger issue later. Squash them like the vermin they are Larson. The Red Leader has no room for sympathy or feelings."