The Terrible Creature Is Still Alive

And then,

Whoosh.

A small electric current shot out of Russel's hand and electrocuted the creature. The creature's body convulsed, gradually turning black. Soon it turned to ashes. Russell was amazed by what he had just done. "Wow ... I'm like the superhero in the cinema!" Russell said observing the palms that had been emitting electricity, like lightning to be precise. "This is cool!" he continued still unable to believe all this happened to him.

"It's not over you stupid human!" shouted one of the furry monsters waving its arms.

Instantly, the electricity within his body surged with immense power. Glowing white and then attacking the creature only came to mind once in Russel's brain. The creature was blown away with a hole in its chest, smoke still visible billowing around the aftershocks.

Russell smiled happily. "Feel it, you stupid creature!" Russel said a little proudly. "Now is the time for me to exterminate you all!"

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It wasn't just electricity that suddenly emerged from within Russell. Suddenly the beautiful sky full of stars let out a huge roar of thunder. Then it was snatched from the nightclub's lightning rod, spreading until it ended in the body of the young man who was originally in despair.

He pointed both hands at the monsters that attacked him from all directions. Russel spins, and his hands continue to emit the power of lightning like a Greek god named Zeus.

Then,

"Arrrgh!" Russel screamed, electricity and lightning breaking out of his entire body. His electric power attacked all of those monsters with just a single thought. Instantly, all the hairy monsters fell. Dead in seconds.

Russel's breath was panting as he started to run out of energy and the monsters were no longer standing.

"This is crazy, amazing! I was able to beat them all with just my lightning power!" Russell still can't believe what he's done. It was like a dream that he could exterminate the monsters with the power that suddenly appeared in his body.

Soon, sirens could be heard coming from outside the building. "Shit! Just now I enjoyed this power. The police are here!" he complained. "I better get out of here before the cops find me here alive!" Russell ran backward.

The cops raided the club that night. How shocked the police were when they saw that all the most feared creatures in the city had to die.

"You guys ... quickly check the creatures. Don't let anyone live!" ordered the police commander, blond and well-built. "Check out the causes of death for those creatures too!"

"Yes Sir!" All of his men complied, they examined the creatures one by one.

"Commander, it looks like these creatures are dead!" quipped one of his men. "No breath or sign of life from this thing!"

"Was there a wound that caused the creature to die?"

"Nothing, Commander!"

"The one over here is also Commander. All were lifeless and none of the vital signs were injured," said another police officer east of the nightclub.

"Likewise over here commander, there are no living terrible creatures!" said another cop near the bar counter.

"Who did all this!" thought Commander Peter. "And how did he kill all those creatures?" he continued.

"So, what should we do with these creatures commander?" asked another cop.

"Try asking for help from the investigators, let--"

"Commander... look at Commander!" shouted one of his men, cutting off Peter's unfinished sentence. All the police saw the strangeness of the creatures. Their bodies began to blacken, then dry up like leaves. Before long, the creatures turned to dust. Slightly smelly.

Dust was blown up by the wind from the fans spinning on the ceiling of the club that night. Everyone looked seriously and covered their noses, they couldn't stand the stench from the dust.

Crash.

A commotion from behind the bar counter distracted Commander Peter and his men. Everyone was alerted with their weapons, and two of Peter's eight men were approaching the sound's origin. Both of them pointed their guns at the cupboard that was pressing against the bar counter. Looking at each other with pale faces and trembling bodies. Then they nodded to each other, their eyes focused on the objects that came out of the cracks in the cupboard.

"Raise your hands!" shouted one of Peter's commander's men at the figure covered in dust and glass and bottles. The figure was frightened, obeying what the police shouted in front of him.

"Don't shoot me, sir! Forgive me, I was just working here and suddenly I was attacked by hundreds of horrible creatures!" said the young man frightened, only eyes and lips visible. His entire face was covered in dust mixed with dried blood from the wounds.

The police breathed a sigh of relief, and both of them loaded their guns. "What are you doing there?"

"I am the bartender at this night's club. Suddenly this club is attacked by furry creatures. But suddenly a young man screams and breaks everything. Because I was afraid, I hid behind the table," said the young man who was helped up.

"Okay, you take the young man out and treat him in the office. Make a report at the same time."

"Ready to act, Commander!" shrieked the cop. "Come with me, sir!" asked the young man. However, a sinister grin spread from the young man's lips. His eyes were burning, and his sharp teeth were so sharp, so terrifying.

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To Be Continued.