Vengeance Is Nothing

While Harrison was busy avenging the deaths of his friends, Amy Catt was back at Miami, driving in Luther's car. Luther might've been dead, but his black Aston Martin was good as new, except for the windshield, perhaps.

She hadn't received any news from Garison for a week, and indeed she was quite worried. She doesn't know what had happened to him.

She had kept Luther's phone with her as well: an old 2001 Nokia cellphone. One day, she had received a call from one of Luther's hotel customers. He stated that he saw a maniac man kill the waitress, sneak into an elevator, and right after that, the whole building went up in smoke.

She ignored all unnecessary calls afterwards. Amy parked the car and was listening to some music, when along came a thug, pointing his 9mm pistol at her.

"Ged outta the car, sweet buttercup!" the thug ordered. "Ged out quick'y or this bullet shall kill ya!"

With one quick turn of her hand, she twisted the thug's arms around and pushed him to a wall, squealing with agony. "You little devil's wife! You stupid sister of a paranoid madman! I'll tear you apart!"

Amy stepped out of the car to shut his potty mouth...

...with a whip.

She smashed half his teeth, broke his jaw, and crunched his legs, before disappearing with only a glimpse of hair.

Silver-blonde hair.

***

Back at Australia, Harrison sat on a bench, head in arms. The surroundings had become much worse. The fires and the heat of summer made him both tired, and thirsty.

Police sirens wailed everywhere. Guns and bombs fired and deployed. Australia wasn't Australia anymore...

The entire continent was under attack. About two-thirds of the population was dead. All the sources of communication were destroyed. No network = no phones. No ships = no transport.

Australia had been cut off from the rest of the world.

"I hope Amy comes to rescue me soon enough!" Harrison thought to himself. "Till then, I have to wait and wait. There's nothing left to do in this cursed land."

Fast forwarding an hour.....

Police copters patrolled the streets. People hid in narrow alleys, and ran from maniacs: the other people whose brains got mentally disordered after the blasts.

Harrison Garison sat at the edge of a tall building, watching the miserable humans suffer. Mankind was worth nothing to the terrorists who planted the warheads.

He checked his watch.

[8:88 8m]

"Great! Even my watch has been destroyed!"

The continent was becoming more radioactive by the minute. The peoples' brains, including Harrison's, had started malfunctioning.

He could end all his suffering and pain right now. All he had to do was move one step closer and he'd fall and fall...

But no, he got up. He threw his watch down. He loaded his MPsk and jumped...

But he didn't die; nor did he get hurt. He was about to do the impossible.

The New Dawn was only beginning!

***

Back at Miami, Amy Catt was determined to save Harrison Garison.

She approached a small private jet at the airport. The engines were on, and she had figured out who that 'maniac person' from the phone call was.

The plane was airborne and was on its way to save Harrison from the evil fortune that awaits him.

***

"ATTENTION ALL HUMAN CITIZENS!" several robotic voices spoke at the same time. "GET BACK TO THE SOIL OR SUFFER!"

This was the worst moment for everyone in Australia. Instead of only one GSFER, there were 500 more!

Harrison had taken such a risk fighting with 'one', but now, imagine what he could do!

The ground was nothing like it once was. Don't worry! Harrison was perfectly safe; he caught hold of a streetlamp and clung to it tightly as the entire continent's ground changed into a maze of twisty, metallic traps.

The GSFERs slid out from the ground and chomp! All nearby citizens were toast.

Harrison released himself and dashed off along the street and jumped, ducked, and did all the possible stunts to avoid the robots' street assaults.

There was little time left. He must get to the nearest airport, fast! Amy might be on her way, as his instincts said.

As the third street assault was taking place, the soil started to sink. Magma rushed upwards, as well as fire, which erupted through cracks in the crust.

So, Harrison Garison kept on sprinting and sprinting, just like the action movies you watch...with the hero running, the ground cracking, lava sprouting, the hero's hair blowing in the wind, etc.

The airport was only 10 meters away.

The cracks got wider.

9 meters.

The smoke, the heat!

8 meters.

Lava sprouted.

7 meters.

The lava was just behind his heels now.

6 meters.

He could see the jet plane getting ready to lift off.

5 meters.

His shoes were now walking on lava. The soles of his feet burnt.

4 meters.

The trousers caught fire.

3 meters.

He opened and threw his shoes and trousers off. But the fire was on his feet and was torturing him.

2 meters.

The plane's exhaust wafted. The smoke made its surroundings stuffy.

1 meter only!

Harrison leapt from the gate of the airport hangar and caught hold of the plane's left dorsal wing, as it took off from the cursed land, hiding and destroying it forever out of view (the continent, not the plane, you silly)

Inside, Amy panicked as she kept on pressing buttons. The reason – she didn't know how to maneuver a plane when it is low on fuel.

Harrison climbed into the cockpit through a side door. He chucked her away as soon as he saw the matter in hand.

"Move off, sweetling! Let me show you how it is done."

He gave a sharp twist to the left, right, up, up, down, left, up, right, right, and down; they were out of the sight of the GSFERs. He pulled the altitude levers to go higher.

The plane was midway across the Pacific Ocean, when the engines cluttered, and the jets refused to work.

"Uh-oh, we're going DOWN! AAAAAARGH!"

The plane zoomed towards the earth at a speed that was faster than the rate of sound. All they could see down below was a Spanish hacienda, with a 20-acre field filled with hay bales.

Astonishingly, both had survived. They jumped out of the plane and landed on the soft hay, whereas the plane burnt itself up and exploded somewhere near the West Coast of the USA.

Harrison became conscious again when an elderly farmer dropped a bucket of cold water on him.

"Well, well!" the farmer remarked. "Look what it's been raining lately! First a girl, and now a boy! And would you explain this nonsense, or should I force it out of yeh?"

Harrison resolved and gestured the farmer to wait. He cleared his throat and began, "No, no, my good sir! This is nothing of the sort! We are both... um... friends. We were just walking through this... this farm when the gates—"

"Gates, eh? So how did you two enter this compound? Through the electric fences?"

Harrison gulped. He was soooo busted!

***

After several hours of false explanation, they were set free. Harrison carried Amy, since she was too tired, and quite injured; while she was escaping, some glass pieces hit her.

The farmer was in front of them, trying to call someone to let them borrow someone's car for the night.

It was almost nighttime as the last ray of sunlight, met its last ray of hope.