Damien Thorn, or The Final Conflict

At that very moment, Delia was running through the narrow streets of Lisbon, instinctively knowing that she needed cover until her pursuers found her and Galbraith. Suddenly, on one of the turns, she encountered a man she had not expected to see.

"Delia?" Mark said, a lost expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

She stopped, overcome with surprise and disbelief.

"Mark? How did you end up here?"

"It's a long story," he said, looking around. "I need to help you. Come on. It's not safe here."

Delia, unsure of what to think, decided to trust him. She followed him to an old observatory located on the outskirts of the city. The place, once full of life, now looked abandoned and dark, but inside there were still remnants of its grandeur.

"Why are you helping me?" Delia asked as they entered the observatory and locked the door behind them.

Mark took a step towards her, his voice becoming serious.

"I work for the Convention, but don't think I'm on their side," he said, sitting down on an old bench. "They're looking for you because you know too much. I want you to stay safe."

"I can't trust you!" Delia cried, her feelings oscillating between hope and disbelief. "How do I know you haven't turned me in?"

Mark sighed heavily.

"I knew you would react this way, but now is not the time for doubt. I am here to help, and if I do not do it now, you could be in big trouble. You need shelter, and the observatory is the best place."

She froze, listening to his words. Deep down, she felt that he was sincere.

"Why are you really helping me?" she asked again, unable to give up her doubts.

"Because you're not just a girl from the moon. You know the truth about the project, about how the Convention uses people. And I can't let you get caught. If they do, I won't stand a chance."

Delia nodded, finally realizing that there were only a few people in this world that could be trusted.

"Okay, I'll listen. But how long can we stay here? They're getting closer."

"It won't be long," Mark frowned. "I've received information that Sergeant Schaeymoure is already in Lisbon and has his sights set on you. If we don't leave here in the next few hours, we'll be caught."

Suddenly, sounds reached her from outside the window: military vehicles, motorcycles - they were close.

"We have to act fast!" Delia said, her instincts kicking in. "How can we leave the observatory?"

Mark glanced at the old maps and equipment arranged around the room.

"We have one way out. There is an old ventilation system that connects the observatory to the underground tunnels. I will help you get there."

They quickly gathered their things and headed for the vent, but the air was already filled with the scent of danger. The darkness of the observatory pressed down on her, as if the very air around her was growing heavier. She knew that simply running would not be enough. If she was going to save herself and Galbraith, something drastic would have to happen.

"I have a plan," she said, turning to Mark. His gaze was full of questions, but Delia was determined. "We have to go to the Convention lab."

Mark frowned, not believing his ears.

"Are you serious? It's dangerous even for the people working there. Not only do they guard their secrets, they use all possible means to protect them.

"I know," Delia said, her voice confident. "But this could be our chance. If we can access the data in that lab, we can use it against the Convention."

"But how do you plan to do this?" he asked, confused.

"I have some ideas," Delia said, thinking through the details. "The lab is in an old building near the historic center. It's considered abandoned, but it's actually a facade for a hidden scientific base."

She continued, going over in her head what she knew about the lab:

"The Convention is conducting experiments there to improve cloning technology and create perfect soldiers. They have equipment and data that could turn against them. If we can prove it, we might be able to attract public attention."

Mark hesitated, but Delia felt her plan beginning to take over his doubts.

"Think what will happen if they catch us, and then they catch Galbraith. He will become their plaything, and I cannot allow that," she said, feeling fear squeeze her heart. "We have to act now. It's the only way to stop them."

After a short pause, Mark finally nodded.

"Okay. I'll help you. But we need to be careful. The lab is guarded, and we'll only have a few minutes to get the data we need."

Delia felt a surge of determination fill her.

"Then let's go," she said, and they headed towards the exit of the observatory, hoping that their plan would work.

Lisbon greeted them with the cool of the evening, and the bustle of the city created an atmosphere of danger and anticipation. As they approached the laboratory, their hearts pounded in unison. The building looked abandoned, but in fact it was an elaborate facade. Delia waited for a moment for several guards to pass by, and they quickly slipped inside, finding themselves in a long corridor lit by cold white light. The walls were covered in steel plates, and doors led into labs where experiments had once been conducted.

"I hope we have enough time," Delia whispered as they found the passage to the main computer.

"Do you have a plan to hack it?" Mark asked as she looked through the devices and keyboards.

"I knew this might be necessary. I have a few hacking tricks in mind. We can use our time to create a fake fire alarm. That will give us a few minutes to access the data we need."

Mark nodded, his face showing trust in her plan.

"Okay, I'll help you," he said, and they set to work, simultaneously bracing themselves for the challenges that might await them along the way.

Every second was important, and Delia felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She sat down at the console, her fingers racing across the keyboard, trying to extract information that could help her and Galbraith. At the most crucial moment, footsteps and voices could be heard in the background. Mark's eyes widened in horror.

"Delia, they're here!" he shouted as Sergeant Schaeymoure and his team came out into the hallway.

Delia turned around and saw Schaeymoure's powers collide with an invisible wall that she had instantly created with her will. The uniformed men stopped, shocked, their faces distorted with surprise.

"Mark! We have to hurry!" Delia shouted, turning to her friend.

But at that moment there was a crash - the door to the laboratory swung open, and Schaeymoure himself burst into the corridor, who immediately gave the command to attack. Delia clenched her fists, preparing to use her power, when suddenly she felt her energy begin to drain.

"Get out, I'll take care of them!" Mark shouted, rushing to the side to distract the enemy.

Delia, not wanting to leave him alone, tried to rush to him, but at that moment several guards attacked her. A brutal fight ensued, during which Delia tried to stay on her feet, but every moment her strength was depleted, and she realized that her plan to hack the data could fail.

"We have to leave," Mark shouted, pushing one of the guards away.

Delia wanted to agree, but at that moment a man in heavy armor entered the corridor, and metallic sounds were heard around him.

"Sergeant, we've activated the backup plan," one of the Convention agents said, and Delia felt her heart skip a beat. "Damien Thorn is on his way!"

Delia didn't know what the hell "Damien Thorn" was, but when a huge robot appeared from the doorway, she immediately cast all doubts aside. The giant's steel limbs were decorated with sharp spikes, and his eyes glowed with a bright red light. Delia realized that this was a weapon created to destroy herself and her brother.

"Get out, I'll hold him off!" Mark shouted as Damien Thorn charged at them with a mechanical roar.

"No!" Delia screamed, but at that moment her strength gave out.

She knew she had no time to think. Gathering all her remaining strength, Delia concentrated and summoned a stream of energy, directing it at Damien Thorn. The robot paused, as if hesitating, but soon began to move towards her, waving its spiked arms menacingly.

"Hold on, Mark!" she screamed, gathering her strength to hold off the attacking robot.

Damien Thorn's steel limbs struck like thunder as he moved towards her.

"Delia, I can't hold him for long!" Mark shouted, fighting with the guards who tried to approach her.

At that moment, Delia took a step forward, ready to face this monster, and turned her fear into strength.

"I won't give up!" she screamed, determination in her voice.

Gathering all her strength, she once again directed the flow of energy, trying to stop Damien Thorn, who was truly the embodiment of technology and horror: his massive body, constructed of gray, durable metal, was able to withstand any attack. Every part of him, from the joints to the connections, was designed to provide maximum maneuverability, but also toughness in combat. His smooth, expressionless face only emphasized the predatory look, and the two red lights that served as eyes emitted an ominous gleam, as if waiting for the moment to attack.

Delia concentrated, and in her mind she saw the hallway around her fill with bright light and then darken, as if it were under a thick fog. This illusion would help her hide, but it took a lot of effort. Her heart pounded with the effort, but she knew she had no choice.

"Mark, distract him!" she shouted, realizing that friendly support was critical right now.

She knew her friend wouldn't be able to hold Damien's attention for long, but even a few moments could be crucial. Mark, brandishing a handy object, lunged at Damien Thorn, distracting him from Delia.

"Delia, get out!" Mark shouted as he faced Damien again, knowing this was his last chance to distract his opponent.

She took one last look at her friend and, gritting her teeth, sent a stream of energy at the robot to awaken a momentary glitch within it. A sharp, bright burst of energy erupted around Damien, and his steel limbs froze for a moment.

"Go away!" Mark shouted, and Delia knew this was her chance.

She ran towards the spaceport, feeling the ground shake beneath her feet with every step and the air crackle as if the space around her was beginning to fall apart. She stopped abruptly when she realized what was happening "her power was spinning out of control, and it was dangerous not only for her pursuers, but for herself and her brother as well.

"No!" she screamed, clutching her head, trying to suppress the rising tide of energy that was trying to break out. "I can't let this happen! Galbraith!"

A war was raging in Delia's mind. Every gust of power, every spark of energy was trying to break free, threatening to tear the space apart and send her back to the abyss she had come from. She could see the walls around her sparking and swaying, the world warping as if reality was going crazy.

Clenching her fists and gritting her teeth, Delia charged forward, knowing that her pursuers would not retreat. By this point, rumors had spread throughout the city that she was being hunted in earnest, and every moment spent in these narrow, abandoned quarters was filled with fear. The sounds of gunfire and explosions in the distance continued unabated, and the heavy breathing of the child in her arms only added to the sense of inevitability. She had to move quickly, but her enemies were getting closer. The Convention and the agents of the Moonbase had literally laid siege to the city, and every step she took could be her last.

"Galbraith, we can do this," she whispered to the baby she carried in her arms, though she hardly believed her own words.

They moved along the ruined buildings, hiding in the shadows, when suddenly they heard thundering footsteps from somewhere on the other side of the street. Delia turned to see Damien Thorn appearing around the corner, a huge steel monster, his limbs adorned with deadly spikes that glittered in the light of the street lamps. Her heart pounded harder "she and Galbraith were trapped!

"Forward! Surround them!" a sharp order suddenly rang out.

It was Schaeymoure, disciplined as ever. He was no longer just a stalker. Now, seeing Delia fighting a powerful system, he was her enemy, and she was a threat. A shootout broke out, bullets tearing through the air. Delia ran for cover, clutching Galbraith to her chest, while Schaeymoure directed the operation with cold calculation, oblivious to the commotion around her. He no longer saw Delia as the girl he had once protected. She was now simply an object to be retrieved, dead or alive.

At one point, Delia saw Damien Thorn, whose job it was to destroy any target in his path, extend his spikes with a terrifying sound, and before she could even comprehend what was happening, Sergeant Schaeymoure found himself right in the path of the killer robot's deadly weapon.

"Sergeant!" one of the soldiers shouted, but it was too late.

Damien Thorn's huge steel spike pierced Schaeymoure's armor with such force that he didn't have time to take a single step back. His body was pierced through and through, and before he fell to the ground, he froze in final horror. Delia couldn't believe her eyes "the man who had hunted her for so long and had become a symbol of power at the Moon Base, died before her eyes at the hands of his own weapon. But there was no time to think "Damien Thorn continued to advance, and his task was clear "to destroy everything in his path, including her.

She clutched the baby in her arms, feeling the surge of energy building inside her, threatening to burst forth. Her body burned with tension, every muscle taut. Galbraith sobbed softly in her arms, but she could not afford to be weak. Damien Thorn, huge and terrifying, was closing in, his metal spikes glittering, ready to strike a fatal blow. Her mind raced. Fighting this monster was madness, but she knew there was no other way.

"Focus, Delia," she whispered to herself.

Her fingers felt a vibration of energy that came from the very core of her being. She straightened, holding Galbraith close, and focused all her power on Damien Thorn. The energy pulsing through her veins was like molten lava. She extended her hand forward, and a powerful bolt of light and power struck the robot. His steel limbs shook, but he kept moving.

"No, don't give up!" Delia whispered, building up her strength.

Her body shook, but the waves of her abilities began to ripple through the air, shaking with tension. Damien Thorn froze for a moment, and Delia took advantage of this to channel all of her energy into one final blow. The energy flowed through the robot, tearing apart its internal mechanisms, and its body began to crumble. Metal spikes flew apart, and the red light in its eyes faded. Damien Thorn froze, and then fell to the ground with a loud thud, his armor cracking, and his once fearsome form was reduced to a pile of rubble.

Delia was breathing hard, her legs wobbled, and she barely managed to stay on her feet. Galbraith sobbed again, and she hugged him tighter. Barely moving her legs, she headed towards the nearest exit from the city. She knew the old tunnels under Lisbon, long abandoned and forgotten. This was her only chance to escape.

Each step was excruciatingly difficult. She descended the rusty ladders that led down into forgotten tunnels. The cold and dampness greeted her, but she knew that even here, in this gloomy silence, it was too early to rest, for the battle was far from over.