Solitude was not safe. This Thomas Bastion could establish. As hundreds of thousands of bullets bounced off of his chrome adamantium armor, he realized this. Standing defiantly in front of a Russian military base, he carefully tried not to trip over the cartridges, as chaos went around him- after all, it wasn't every day that an eight feet tall robotic man walked up to their base, demanding access to their nuclear weapons.
Raising his hands, he concentrated, flicking his wrists with a grace that resembled water. His training in the mountains had done him well. The gravity reversed around the dozens of Russian men, and they flew up into the air with screams of fear and anguish. Gravely, the billionaire walked toward the steel door that stood in front of him. Raising his glistening hand, he shoved his metal fingers into the steel like they were butter. With a small grunt, he ripped the entire door out, tossing it dozens of yards behind him.
The calm man stepped into the base lightly, checking the paper he had smoothly taped onto his gauntlet. "Thermal energy generators, bottom of the base. Perfect." He muttered to himself, ignoring the two gunmen at the front door that awaited him. Nothing they could do would hurt him. They were useless. Flicking his wrist as carelessly as an emperor would to slaves, they were slammed into the walls next to them.
With every chance he got, he used his gift. The control of gravitational fields practically granted him telekinesis. Allowing him to treat the world- and everyone on it- a ragdoll to him. Even better, the more he used this gift, the stronger he was with it. Already his time alone was granting him unimaginable power.
Stepping over their corpses, he walked to the loose, low budget elevator. Cheap, useless. He would carve his own path. Looking down, he summoned some atomic energy from inside of himself. It took him a few moments. A warm tugging pulled from the center of his chest toward the hand he had outstretched, and a bright orange ball appeared in the palm of it.
Throwing the ball toward the ground, a huge explosion was let out as a large hole formed in the ground below him- tearing through several floors of steel, dirt, and soldiers. It kept going for a while- the orange ball of what seemed like fire seeping through the Earth until finally dissipating into nothing but gas that could kill a man.
With a swift step, he fell down into the huge hole he had made, forcing the gravity to adjust as he was about to hit the ground. Landing as lightly as a feather, he glanced around the bottom of the base, where the heating and ventilation systems sat. Now came the hard part.
In order to achieve elemental perfection, he would need to release the energy he had grown so fond of. Pressing a small, golden button on the back of his helmet, he remained perfectly emotionless as steam hissed from small crevices in his suit- the adamantium sliding open as he walked out, wearing a solid black jumpsuit.
While having on no mask, he at the same time didn't need one. No Russian could identify him. Smoothly, he gathered his hands together. Orange light flashed through his veins, visible even through his jumpsuit, and he felt himself weaken significantly. His knees buckled, and he had to summon his control over gravity to force himself to stand strong. A much brighter ball of energy appeared in his hands, and he concentrated till it was almost blinding to look at.
Now, he set the bright energy down in front of the door. If anyone came... they would die. Licking his lips carefully he drew his gun from the side of his armor's belt, aiming it to the door weakly. No matter how weak he got, he could still shoot a gun. Hopefully he wouldn't need to.
Turning, he shot at the thermal generator, that provided heat for the entire base. Instantly the temperature in the room increased greatly. Before long, he began to sweat. No matter. Focusing, he tried to absorb the energy flooding the room, while aiming the gun toward the door again.
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"General!" A Russian soldier shouted as he ran up to Russian General Karmikov, who was busy filing out different papers. Raising his head lightly, the grey haired man frowned slightly.
"What do you want?" He grumbled, lowering his head again.
"Voyna has been breached!" The young soldier said swiftly as he threw the papers down onto his desk.
Narrowing his eyes, the General stood up. "What are we up against, comrade?"
"One." The answer nearly made the General laugh. Bewildered, he flipped through the papers the younger man had so rudely thrown onto the desk, looking at the fuzzy pictures of a robotic, adamantium suit of armor storming their small military base.
Grumbling, the badge coated general put on his military hat, and turned to the young soldier. "Rahminoski, prepare a troop of three hundred men. Six tanks. A bomber. Now!" He shouted, and the young boy ran off, scared of the general's rage only slightly less than his fear of whoever they were about to face.
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After a long while, Atomikill had decided to take his jumpsuit off. It was insanely hot- a hundred and four degrees farenheit and rising- While aiming his gun toward the door. Luckily, the payoff came to him.
As the door opened smoothly, the atomic energy exploded, sending cancerous air throughout the entire building. Bullets sprayed into the small room as he fired back, hopefully taking down a few men before he got shot more.
Even with the planted bomb, and his gunfire, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as a bullet penetrated it. Wincing, he fired at whoever'd tried to mess with him- missing horribly. Turning, he spotted his adamantium suit, and threw it in front of him, holding it like a shield as he shot toward the doorway.
But, he did not count on the large hole he'd made to be utilized. Without him knowing, a couple men slid into the room through the large opening, and charged toward him- which, was when he finally noticed them. Atomikill whipped around, shooting one of them in the leg and using his control over gravity to send the second man into the wall behind him.
Panting, he finally felt it- a small tug in the center of his chest. The thermal energy surged into him, and empowered him- all of his veins visible through his pale skin as they burned a bright, fiery orange. Glaring, he turned his head toward the doorway, where bullets were now melting before they hit him- he was thousands of degrees warm now, and charged toward the doorway.
Atomikill punched at the Russian soldiers, and the poor sods literally melted before his fist reached them. In a bloodlusted rampage, he tore them down, using his powers of heat to completely incinerate them as he grabbed his adamantium suit of armor.
Walking toward the exit slowly, he waved his fingers around in the air until a small ball of fire appeared in his hand. Narrowing his eyes, he walked outside, throwing the small ball toward the nearest person he saw. The poor man caught on fire and started running with screams of pain.
With each step Atomikill took, the snow under his feet melted, and the water it melted to evaporated. Narrowing his eyes, he dropped his adamantium suit, and clapped his hands- flames erupting from his clap, and flying toward the men and tanks that stood before him. The tanks, exploded- which, in turn, empowered Atomikill further.
Grinning lightly, he started to absorb the atomic energy that came from the building while absorbing the gravitational fields around him. This was fun. As he floated up into the air, he spotted the bomber jet that was flying toward him. Another casualty for Russia. Raising his hand gently, he felt for the heat inside the engine as it sped forward.
Concentrating, he clenched his hand into a fist, and the temperature of the engine suddenly increased hundreds of degrees until it was overheating, and even moreso until-
BOOOM!
The front of the bomber caught fire in a huge explosion, almost seconds away from hitting Atomikill head on as it dropped to the ground onto the rest of the soldiers.
As he made gravity take him away from the base which provided no use to him now, he was being watched from afar. General Karmikov watched through a pair of hefty binoculars next to a squadron of soldiers.
Surprisingly, the old man grinned. "Boys. It seems our foolish adversary has left something of his," He said, as through his binoculars he eyed Atomikill's adamantium suit. Soon, the tides would turn on the criminal who'd decided to attack them.
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