General Rhys Vermillion: Return of The Dark Phoenix

II

“Oi, I don’t have all day!” 

A voice echoed from behind the men standing there. A man stepped out with his own hammer. A cigar in his lips, smoke puffing in and out, his eyes glitting like a criminal’s. 

“I could be at the Bohrs’ party, there are a lot of drinks and women there to suit my taste, but instead I am here with a man I dont know where the hell he spawned from!” he exhaled smoke. “I am now stuck here, trying to do some work, while a creep is in my goddamn way!” 

Another man stepped in front of Rhys with a scowl on his face. “Now you pissed the boss off, Mr. Ross isn't in the best mood now, so I would want you to make sure you get on your knees and beg for his mercy, or I am going to bash your head in.” 

The man was staring at Rhys, without even taking his head low. He took one step back, spitting on Rhys’s shoe.

“I said get on your knees!” The man roared, looking at Rhys. It wasnt clear how things were going to head down. 

Rhys was silent, looking down at his shoe. His silence was louder, his heart pounding in pure rage, and his fists clenched. He slowly raised his gaze back to the man, with a stern look on his face. 

Ross chuckled, looking at the scene in front of him. “Nice one, seems you got a speck on his shoe.” 

Ross moved closer to Rhys, and the man, with his stern look, could force a crowd back. “Now, will go on your knees and beg for mercy, or we will bash your head in.” 

The man didnt waste any time spitting on Rhys’ shoes again, with an arrogant smile on his face. Rhys turned to look at him, and he could see the look in the man’s eyes, and he was about to start something odd. 

“Get on your knees or I will—” 

Like a flash, the man in front of Rhys was face flat on the ground with Rhys’s shoe on his face. 

The man let out a muffled scream, trying to push himself up. His mouth was bleeding, and he was trying to get his breath under control.

The others were shocked, looking at Rhys in disbelief. 

When did he strike the man down? 

His eyes were on Ross, and a cold and murderous glare was registered. 

“Wipe that filth off my boots before your head gets crushed,” Rhys muttered coldly, with a cold voice. 

The injured man whimpered, blood pouring from his mouth, trying to control his consciousness. 

“Ei, Mr. Ross! Please help me!” 

“You aren't cleaning anything, but oh well…” 

Rhys took one step back, bringing his foot down on the man’s left leg with an intense downforce. 

SNAP! 

A loud sound of bone breaking could be heard; the man let out a bloodcurdling wail. 

Ross took a step back, looking at the man in front of him, “What do you think you are doing? Do you know who I am?” 

Rhys slowly turned to look at Ross with a sadistic smile. “Please, enlighten me.” 

Saying that Rhys snapped the man’s left arm, with so much force that it sounded like he was going to rip the arm off. 

“Oh my God,” Ross was petrified, knowing that if he were standing there, then he would lose a man. He turned to look at his men, and there was something about to happen. “Dont stand there, kill him!” 

The men charged for Rhys, with shovels and hammers they were going to kill him. Two of the men were about to strike him on the head with shovels, but before the weapons could get to his head. 

Rhys let out a sigh, before waving his hand, and the men were disarmed and then stomped his feet on the ground, sending a powerful shockwave that took every one of them that came to attack him down. 

The others stood there looking at Rhys like they were watching a monster work. 

Ross couldn't control his body shaking when he saw what was in front of him. “What are you? You’re a monster.” 

Rhys looked at his shoe; it was covered in dirt. “You, I told you to clean this off now, do it before I would gladly make roadkill look more appealing.”

The man grunted in pain, trying to avoid another broken body part he pulled himself closer to Rhys’s shoe and started cleaning it. 

“Now that’s more like it…” 

The sound of mighty roaring engines reached them; the men turned back to see armored vehicles bearing down. There were seven black trucks, two jeeps, and the others were bikes. 

Rhys looked up to see the men coming down from the car; all were in uniform. 

All of them lined up, saluting Rhys. 

“General Rhys, we are sorry for our late arrival, sir!” 

One of the soldiers yelled, looking at Rhys still pressing down the man on the floor. 

Rhys shook his head, waving his hand to the soldiers. “It's good you came late, or else I wouldn't have been able to have this much fun.” 

Ross was lost, he didnt know what was going on in front of him, but he was now on the clear that the man he was trash-talking wasn't someone ordinary. 

“Did you bring it?” 

Rhys asked, looking at the soldiers, his voice calm as he lifted his leg from the man he had pinned. 

“Yes, sir!” 

Rhys turned to the ruined house, a faint smile on his face. “You can fix it up there…” 

He pointed to the middle of the house, and the men bowed their heads as they ran to the car and brought out two diamond-encrusted tombstones. But it wasnt the only peculiar thing about the tombstones; they were well decorated with stones that would drain the pockets of any weak nation.  They rushed to the middle of the house where Rhys had pointed out for them, and slowly mounted it there. 

The stones read. 

‘Here lies Hidan Vermillion. Father, Husband, and a mighty warrior.’ 

‘Here lies Alara Vermillion. Mother, Wife, and a nurturing soul.’ 

Ross took one step back. He didnt know if the man in front of him was insane, the amount of money he was throwing away on that abandoned property. 

‘Is he mad? The Bohrs have been the ones handling this place for years now, so there is no way for him to do something like this here.’ 

Rhys came close to the tombstones and knelt beside it. A faint smile on his face as he slowly touched them. 

“Father….Mother,” he paused, looking at it with a little bit of tears in his eyes. “I solemnly swear, I will not have rest until I make sure everyone who had a hand in your deaths will be removed from the face of the earth…I promise you this, and I will find her, too.” 

Rhys reached into his pocket and drew out a little drawing; it was one his sister had made before they were separated. 

“Dont worry, Isobel, I will find out what happened to you.” Rhys slowly stood up, slowly turning to Ross with one of the saddest looks on his face. 

“I believe you said you didnt have all day, right?” 

It was almost like his question made the air heavier to breathe. Ross was taking a step back in fear. The useless man he had insulted earlier turned out to be a monster, and from the looks of things, he was going to kill him. 

“Please, I was following orders. Admiral Sunny was the one who told me to come here… I know better than to say no to one of the members of the Zenovian Crest!” 

Rhys paused, looking at the man in front of him. “The Crest?” 

Ross had a smile on his face; he knew that there was no one stupid enough to go against the Crest’s orders, knowing that there was no way for them to exact mercy. 

‘Just as I thought, this man…he is a nobody, the Crest will crush him, and I will make him pa–” 

“So even the Crest is filled with maggots? No worries, I will clean them up with time.”