This Isn't Over Yet

Inside the fight club's living quarters, the air was thick with tension. Every few seconds came another tremor, shaking the floor, rattling the walls. Explosions echoed in the distance. Shouts, crashes, inhuman roars.

Isaac sat huddled in the corner with a dozen others, all crammed into what little space remained intact. Amina was right beside him, her small frame pressed close, eyes wide with terror. Around them, the townsfolk whispered prayers, held each other, and tried to stay quiet, but the fear was too loud.

Isaac felt pathetic.

Utterly useless.

He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms, but he couldn't stop the trembling. Ever since awakening as a mutant, he'd never felt this level of dread - except once. When he was trapped inside that lab… when he stood before Nyx.

And now… he was helpless again.

The first sonic scream hit like a truck.