I shudder to think of how many sailors were lost. I lost count of how many aircraft carriers exploded and illuminated the darkness we initially thought hid us so well. He manipulated his own power—the power that that drove our engines. The only ones he had trouble with were the jets, because there were so many of them. Similar to you or me swatting at an entire hive of attacking bees, they were delaying the inevitable as long as possible.
The world around us was on fire, even though we were surrounded by the ocean. I wondered about him then. We didn’t even know he was still alive before the attack. There were reports—reliable ones—that he was dead, and we all learned long ago that the power that he created ran our engines, weapons, electricity.
Everything.
I got word that the team had located and wounded him. Not surprising since he probably hadn’t slept since the attack started. It was then that the burning fires around us started to intensify. I didn’t even know that kind of heat was possible—as if Trent Fodero had and understanding of physics like no one else on the planet.
The world around us shook, and bubbles rose up from the water, as if the ocean were being heated, as if Trent Fodero were manipulating the Earth and all its physics and bending it to his will.
I’m only guessing you understand. That is what it felt like. It gave me a feeling like no other, like the moment before you knew someone was about to die. Except it was the Earth, like consciousness was about to be wiped away from all of us. I’d never felt anything like it, and I hope I die without experiencing anything like it again. Every last person on the planet was going to die from Trent Fodero’s thoughts alone.
Then it all stopped. Everything calmed, and the chatter from the radios was deafening. It was then that I knew he’d been taken out by a sniper.
What had created such a monster? We knew few details about him. Mainly his name and age, where he’d come from, who his father was, and his ability. I’d made a career from it. Living off what he created. I wondered what kind of man he was, how similar he was to his father.
If he could have been saved.
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