I'm not one of you <Frans>

CHAPTER 51: One man army

Time: Unknown
Location: Military base in Waterfall
Looking up at Sans, who was towering above my collapsed figure, I couldn't help but wonder what persuaded him to protect my life? Didn't he want me to die by his hands only a few hours ago?

"You all don't deserve my mercy..." Sans said, frowning slightly. "...Of leaving this world." He said, his eyes darting around the circle that surrounded us. "However, I think I can make some exceptions..." It had seemed as if he could sense if the men behind him had moved or not. "Because you guys are pretty fucking ANNOYING!" He took his hands out of his pockets, and had them interlaced with a purple flame that resembled his eye. I could sense that the colors came from the same source of power that he possessed. "So I don't see why not!" He whispered to himself, grinning in excitement.

His eyes showed more excitement than fear, if anything. Did he really plan to take on all of these soldiers by himself? He seemed pretty confident, his stance—this ...determined look in his eyes. His actions didn't reflect skill, but rather... it reflected impulse. A want--no, a NEED to kill. The need to rip someone apart and hear their screams of mercy at his means of control.

"Overwhelm him! He's just one skeleton!" Jackson said from the back of the crowd. "There are about a hundred of you! Do you really think the subject is capable of being a one man army?" He said, barking orders towards the soldiers who had wavering eyes on the situation. The over-loyal dogs followed him blindly, as if morals of their own didn't even exist.

Sans chuckled, closing his eyes and breathing out, as if listening to the sounds of the rampaging men. "This is going to be fun." He whispered to himself, and I looked up at him with a slight bit of uneasiness. Would this only throw him deeper into the depths of insanity? Did he fear death?

Suddenly, all of the men charged, the circle collapsed onto itself, and the men surrounding us turned into a cluster of soldiers that were planning to use Sans as target practice. They all yelled, screaming at the top of their lungs, slurring inaudible speeches at Sans, as if one was going to be heard over the other. Sans let out a huge grin, raising his hands out, still encased in a purple aura of some sort. Bones ripped from the underside of the men and out of the ground, as if he were a necromancer with the bones of the dead at his own disposal. The bones that he summoned and commanded at the tips of his fingers seemed to correlate with the purple flames of what seemed like magic, I was in awe of the sheer beauty of the fight that unfolded right in front of me.

The Bones expanded outwards as Sans laughed loudly . Some of the soldiers could not dodge the bones that pierced through the ground, thus impaling their now lifeless bodies that now lied on the ground. I gasped at the picture of the soldiers running over their comrades as if they didn't matter anymore, merely pieces of their little game falling to a bitter cause to protect their king and of becoming slaves to society. They showed no emotions, being in the infantry, being so used to death disgusted me in such a way I felt as if I was going to be sick. Seeing their lifeless bodies fall to the ground only made my eyes widen in fear as if I were going to be his next victim, though, it didn't seem to click inside of my tiny brain that Sans was the one protecting me. Or was he really protecting me? Was I going to be apart of his little game as well?

The soldiers didn't seem to get the memo of backing down from their attack, and continued to flood inside the small circle with their numbers, using the orders that Colonel Jackson had said exactly prior to the full-frontier assault. He only barked orders from the sidelines, directing them, rather than fighting himself. Only what a coward would do.

I could hear the cackles of amusement from above me, as he slaughtered countless lives at no mercy whatsoever. In his eyes, however, this WAS his mercy. The mercy of leaving this pitiful world for good by his own hand, unable to take on the responsibilities of this world anymore. Did he value the gift of life? Or did he see it as a curse? Why didn't he kill himself before he was driven to the madness that drowned him now, if he did believe that this was in-fact a curse? I couldn't understand any of the motives behind his fractured mind. It was only bits I had managed to piece together through his small speeches of riddles. I guess a mind of sanity really couldn't understand the mind of the insane.

I could then see why the soldiers feared him. A one man army. One skeleton so powerful to defeat a hundred soldiers with no weapon and only his bare hands. Being blessed with the curse that he unfolded with the palms of his hands, he impaled one after another, covering the soft, dark soil in a rich, thick bloodied mess. All with a smile on his face. "OH come ON!" He grinned, laughing as he put his slippered foot on top of an anonymous soldier who had become victim towards the attack. "You'll have to try a little harder than THAT!" He grinned, his eye flaring brighter than I had ever seen it, and I had feared that he might never return from the depths of insanity after this fight. He gripped a newly summoned bone in his hand, using his iron grip to hold the sharpened bone to use as a potential weapon. If he could use the trajectory of the summoning of bones, why would he need a close-up weapon? Just for fun?

Countless screams from the men losing their lives made me want to cover my ears, yet I couldn't tear my eyes away from the captivating dance that erupted in front of me. Intertwined with Bones, soldiers, and one skeleton. It was a dance of life and death. It was as if I were in a 3-D movie, only the blood that came from their backs hit my horrified face in small splatters, rather than jumping out at me in the realms of my imagination. Just as I thought he had unleashed all of his tricks, he snapped once, grinning madly. My eyes widened at the scene once more.

I couldn't explain it! It was marvelous! Extraordinary! Unlike anything I had ever seen before!

It was huge! Like an anomaly separate from him as a whole. Almost as if it were a grown doe's skull at his disposal, commanded at his fingertips just as the bones were. An arsenal of them appeared in a flash of light, appearing and reappearing in the air as if loyal dogs to his own. His own private undead army. A master of necromancy. "Nice knowing ya'." He said, sarcastically, and snapped once more, laughing madly as the fight seemed to progress on forever. The soldiers numbers were diminishing swiftly, many taken out from the endless amount of bones summoned from the soil on the first round. 

Many soldiers stared at the skulls with wide eyes, unable to move in fear that these may lead to their fatality. Or maybe they knew these things would lead to their inevitable death of being at the command of Colonel Jackson? Did they regret their actions? Did they feel regret in their last moments to live? 

The jaws of these seemingly living creatures opened, as if they had minds of their own, and inside was what seemed like a charging particle beam, seen in the sci-fi movies on the surface. Sparks of life and death surrounded them, engulfing their own mouths with as much energy from the light surrounding us, thus ripping apart the particles and protons that surrounded them. They then proceeded to fire the built-up energy after a given amount of time, firing a beam of energy to a crowd of soldiers, vaporizing them instantly. The blaster took a relatively short time to charge for such a powerful blast, and only the highest of technology would be able to be compatible of withholding such a powerful beam of light at that radius, not even mentioning the stability and trajectory of the charge. 

It seemed s if the battle only lasted one turn, and the soldiers didn't even get to fight back at all. A complete scout-army, enough to last for days, dead in an instant. And the thing that scared me the most, is the fact that Sans looked like he rather enjoyed the small warm-up. I couldn't imagine seeing him in an actual fight.

I could only look in both awe and horror, knowing that these people once stood before me, alive and as enemies, only now, they are fallen soldiers of the heavens. It was both astounding and terrible-and I felt horrible knowing that I felt this way. "Weak humans." Sans muttered, turning around to face me. His white shirt and his blue hoodie had splatters of blood along the front and back of it, and my face paled at the thought of having that on my own body. "Come on." He said, motioning with his head. "At least we don't have to rush anymore."