chapter 2

Deep within the bowels of the earth, the Blodders' underground headquarters thrummed with the hum of advanced machinery. Mickey wandered the labyrinthine halls, his mind racing with the possibilities of his new life. The sterile, high-tech environment contrasted sharply with the gritty streets above, offering a glimpse into the vast resources and power of the Blodders family.

Mickey wasn't expecting much from his routine visit to the headquarters that day. He moved with the confident stride of someone who had faced countless challenges and emerged stronger. Beside him, Tony's demeanor was unusually tense, as if he were holding back a secret.

"Mickey," Tony said, his voice hushed but urgent. "There's someone here you need to meet."

Mickey raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Who?"

Before Tony could respond, the reinforced doors at the far end of the corridor slid open with a hiss. The figure that stepped through was none other than Giovanni, the revered leader of the Blodders. The sight of Giovanni took Mickey by surprise. He had heard countless stories of the man's legendary leadership, but he had never expected to meet him so soon.

Giovanni's presence was magnetic, an aura of unyielding authority and strength surrounding him. His eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto Mickey with a mixture of interest and approval.

"Mickey," Giovanni called, his voice deep and commanding. "Step forward."

Mickey felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a tinge of apprehension. He straightened his shoulders and approached Giovanni, his steps steady and confident. Giovanni extended a hand, his grip firm and reassuring.

"Welcome to the heart of the Blodders," Giovanni said, his tone both warm and authoritative. "I've heard much about you. Your father was a great man, and I see his spirit lives on in you."

"Thank you, sir," Mickey replied, his voice steady and respectful.

Giovanni's gaze softened slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "There's something we need to do to ensure your safety. Inside Room A, we will implant a device to monitor your heart rate. It's an invention of Alvaro's, designed to alert us if you're ever in danger. Consider it a safeguard, a bond of trust between you and the family."

Mickey nodded, understanding the gravity of the gesture. He glanced at Tony, who gave him an encouraging nod. Together, they made their way to the designated room. The procedure was quick, the device implanted under his skin, a constant reminder of the family's watchful protection.

Once the procedure was complete, Mickey and Tony decided to step outside for a breath of fresh air. The sterile, high-tech corridors of the underground complex gave way to the vibrant chaos of the city above. As they walked, Tony began to share fragments of his own story, his voice tinged with a mixture of bitterness and resolve.

"You know, Mickey, I wasn't always part of this world," Tony began, his gaze distant. "I grew up poor, struggling to make ends meet. My father was everything to me. One day, he was taken-murdered by a gang I still haven't identified. That day, I swore I'd find them and make them pay."

Mickey listened, his heart heavy with empathy. Tony's story was a stark reminder of the harsh realities that had shaped them both. Despite his own confidence and resilience, Mickey knew the pain of loss and the burning desire for justice.

They reached a cozy café, a rare moment of normalcy in their otherwise tumultuous lives. As they entered, the familiar faces of fellow Blodders members greeted them. However, the atmosphere quickly turned sinister. The doors slammed shut, and a group of men surrounded them, their expressions cold and menacing.

Before they could react, Mickey and Tony were overpowered and tied up, the rough ropes digging into their wrists. One of the men stepped forward, his face obscured by shadows. He leaned in close to Mickey, his breath hot against Mickey's ear.

"Your life changes today," the man hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "From now on, nothing will ever be the same."

Mickey's heart raced, the device implanted within him surely sending frantic signals back to the headquarters. As he struggled against his bonds, the reality of his new life sank in deeper than ever. The path he had chosen was fraught with danger, but he knew there was no turning back. He would face whatever came his way, determined to honor his father's legacy and protect those he cared about.

Mickey was still grappling with the events of the day when a sinister presence made itself known. The man who had introduced himself earlier stepped forward, his expression twisted with malice.

"My name is Gonzalez," he announced, his voice cold and commanding. Mickey's blood ran cold at the mention of the name. Gonzalez was notorious-a ruthless, narcissistic leader of the Cornalez family, and a man who despised the Blodders with a passion. Unlike Giovanni, who operated from the shadows, Gonzalez thrived in the spotlight. His fearlessness was legendary, and his sheer power made the other families tremble at the thought of crossing him.

Tony, ever the loyal companion, stood his ground, his eyes locked onto Gonzalez. "What do you want with us?" he demanded, his voice steady despite the obvious danger.

Gonzalez's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Isn't it obvious? I want to send a message."

With a swift, merciless motion, Gonzalez drew a blade and plunged it into Tony's chest. Mickey watched in horror as Tony crumpled to the ground, lifeless. The shock of seeing a family member killed in cold blood before his eyes sent Mickey into a state of numb disbelief. The harsh reality of their world-the brutality and the unforgiving nature of their enemies-crashed down upon him.

As the chaos unfolded, the emergency signals from Mickey's implanted device reached the Blodders headquarters. The family sprang into action, scouring the city for any trace of Mickey. Their search led them to the heart of Cornalez territory, a place teeming with their rivals.

Amidst the tension, the sky erupted with the arrival of Lester, a high-ranking Blodders officer known for his tactical prowess. He descended into the fray like a tempest, bringing a battalion of Blodders soldiers with him. The clash between the two families ignited a full-scale war, with bullets flying and fists clashing.

The battlefield was a maelstrom of violence and confusion. Gonzalez, flanked by his trusted lieutenants Salvatore and Maria, faced off against Giorgio, Lester, Patrick, and a host of Blodders soldiers. The intensity of the battle was magnified by the arrival of the police, who found themselves caught in the crossfire, further complicating the already volatile situation.

Amidst the chaos, a thick fog descended upon the area, shrouding the battlefield in an impenetrable mist. The visibility dropped to nearly zero, adding a new layer of peril to the already deadly confrontation. In the midst of the confusion, Gonzalez seized the opportunity. He captured Giorgio, who was on the brink of freeing Mickey from his bonds.

Gonzalez's voice cut through the fog like a knife. "Salvatore, begin the torture."

Salvatore stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. He began by methodically cutting off Giorgio's fingers, forcing him to eat them, one by one. The horrific scene was made even more macabre by Maria, who calmly painted Mickey's weeping face in Giorgio's blood. Mickey's cries of anguish echoed through the fog, a heart-wrenching sound that underscored the cruelty of their tormentors.

The tide of the battle seemed to turn in favor of the Cornalez, their ruthless tactics pushing the Blodders to the brink of despair. Just as hope seemed lost, a figure emerged from the mist. Alvaro, moving with a calm and unhurried grace, walked towards the epicenter of the chaos. His presence, serene and confident, was a stark contrast to the surrounding bedlam.

The sight of Alvaro approaching sent a ripple of fear through the Cornalez ranks. Gonzalez, Salvatore, and Maria exchanged nervous glances. The sheer aura of Alvaro's power was enough to break their resolve. One by one, they began to retreat, their confidence shattered by the quiet strength of the man who had just arrived.

Alvaro's eyes, cold and calculating, surveyed the scene. He moved to Mickey's side, freeing him from his bonds with a single, decisive motion. Mickey, though battered and broken, felt a surge of hope and determination in Alvaro's presence. The battle was far from over, but the arrival of this enigmatic savior had turned the tide.

As the Cornalez forces melted away into the fog, the Blodders regrouped, their spirits bolstered by Alvaro's unexpected intervention. The night had been one of bloodshed and brutality,. They won this fight , but they lost Giorgio

It's the saddest day of Mickey's life , he couldn't stop crying , The anger that formed inside him made a fear in everyone

Except for Alvaro, Who knows what's going on

The underground headquarters, now a place of refuge and sorrow, echoed with the heavy silence of grief. Mickey stood in the dim light, his body trembling with anguish. His eyes, red and swollen from tears, locked onto Alvaro.

"Why, Alvaro?" Mickey's voice cracked with sorrow. "Why didn't you come earlier? Why did this happen? Why did My father have to die?" "And tony"

Alvaro's expression softened, and he stepped forward, enveloping Mickey in a comforting embrace. "It's going to be alright, Mickey. I promise," Alvaro murmured. "From now on, I'll take care of you."

The words, though meant to soothe, did little to quell the storm raging within Mickey. But he clung to the hope Alvaro offered, desperate for any semblance of reassurance. Together, they made their way back to the headquarters, seeking refuge from the chaos above, they would stay here until the world forgets about what happend tonight ,Alvaro had already bring Mickey's family to the headquarters, ensuring their safety within its fortified walls.

"No one can enter this place without my permission," Alvaro explained as they entered. "And if anyone tries, they'll be met with shocks powerful enough to kill a person in an instant."

Despite the safety of the hideout, the atmosphere was thick with despair. Some wept openly, their sobs echoing through the halls, while others sat in silent desolation, too numb to express their grief. The tension was palpable, a stark contrast to the security Alvaro promised.

Suddenly, the air grew heavy with an ominous presence. The Cornalez family, led by Gonzalez, stormed into the hideout. Gonzalez, his eyes alight with malevolent glee, greeted the Blodders with a mocking salute. "Evening, everyone," he sneered.

The tension snapped. A brutal war erupted between the remaining members of both families. The hideout, once a sanctuary, became a battleground soaked in blood and vengeance. Mickey fought with a fury born of desperation, but the odds were overwhelming.

In the chaos, Mickey found himself surrounded by the bodies of those he loved. The sight of their lifeless forms broke something deep within him. Overwhelmed by a surge of rage and grief, he let out a primal scream that reverberated through the hideout, shaking its very foundations.

Power surged through Mickey, uncontrolled and devastating. His anguish-fueled rage exploded outward, obliterating everything in its path. The hideout crumbled, and the shockwave extended far beyond, reaching New York and reducing it to ruins. As his power spiraled out of control, the very Earth began to fracture and crumble.

Above the devastation, Alvaro hovered, watching with a twisted smile. His laughter, maniacal and triumphant, echoed through the chaos. This was his plan all along. Alvaro had been a secret member of the Cornalez family, orchestrating every event leading up to this moment. It was he who had directed Tony to the fateful café, and he told him to bring mickey with him because he wants to see him , but that's not what really alvaro planning to do, alvaro who had informed the Cornalez family about mickey's place told them to bring mickey.

And since they have big hate for his father , they accept the mission

And Alvaro told officer Lester to go to a specific place

He predicted the time that the Cornalez family would take to come with mickey to this place, which made him telling Lester to be ready in that neighborhood.

And he took mickey's family to the headquarters , to make sure the event that will happend will make mickey lose his mind , and become a destroyer and complete Alvaro plan to destroy the earth

As the Earth fell apart, Alvaro's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Mickey, the unwitting pawn, had fulfilled his purpose. The destruction of the Earth was the culmination of Alvaro's plan, a plan meticulously crafted to ensure the annihilation of both families and the world itself.

Anger

"that primal emotion, which may be perceived by the most superficial minds as a random emotional outburst, is nothing more than a phenomenon that contradicts its very nature. At once, it is the latent energy behind great revolts and the slow death of souls who persist in searching for justice in the shadows.

But I will not speak of anger as it is commonly understood, but of the physical–cosmic phenomenon that represents anger in its purest form, devoid of human excesses. When anger is felt deeply, it reveals the structural tensions of existence itself. Here, we may invoke the concept of the anomaly in spacetime (the interaction between time and existence) as proposed by Einstein in his theory of general relativity. Anger is one form of disparity in psychological gravity, with the human brain being the center of attraction that defines its electromagnetic energy.

But with all power, there is danger. It is as if I invoke the melancholy of Camus, the contemplator who lost faith in absolutes, to teach me that anger, like the universe, means nothing in itself unless we give it meaning. It is alluring, this anger, because it grants me the ability to alter cosmic configurations, to bend the world to my will; but I do not rush into tyranny without awareness. For, as I developed in my theories on the evolution of history, I understand that every emotional outburst is a deep call, one that can only be heard by the deepest minds. It asks for deconstruction, then reconstruction, the redefinition of order from chaos, where time never returns to its former state.

As for the unleashing of anger... I will not allow anger to appear in its initial form. Instead, I will plant in Mickey's mind the confusion that drives him to chase this tormenting anger, pushing him toward the collapse that will liberate him, transforming him into the ultimate executor of this existential struggle. What would the world look like if anger were unleashed in the minds of the weak? How would the cosmic systems that govern humanity behave?

The chaos that this anger could cause is deeper and more profound than the average mind can comprehend. This is a battle of intellect between what exists and what could be. Destruction is not my only goal, but the creation of a new model that will blossom from the rubble. I have always reflected on Nietzsche's notion of the 'Übermensch'. No, we do not seek collective suicide as some may think, but a rebirth that will emerge from the chaos."