"!!" Okay, that caught me a little off guard. "I thought it would take longer for this to be approved... "What happened?" I ask, a little bewildered.
Sighing, he says, "The situation is critical, our base of operations in Chile was attacked, all the data on the metagenes were compromised." His voice deepens with weight, "Simultaneously, the metahumans sheltered in the underwater facility in Bikini Atoll were completely exterminated."
"That means..." A shiver ran through my body. "Yes..." He began, " in the entire world, among all the billions of humans on Earth, there are only 32 metahumans... 29,463 dead in a single night, A Single FUCKING Night, can you believe that shit? Sure, not everyone knew how to fight, but that's just crazy, impossible."
"You don't think that..." my thoughts are like a book to him, "That he is not acting alone? Yes, I think so too."
"Who is-" Being abruptly cut off, my father clears up my doubts, "They call themselves 'The Supreme Purity'.. Because Brightburn carried out his murders selectively, they had a vicious interpretation: They believed Brightburn was Earth's choosen, the person responsible for the 'Great Purification' . ๐ฃ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐๐น๐ ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ธ."
"There's a crazy person for everything in this world, but how did they know where the facility was?" I had an idea of how they knew, I only hope that I'm wrong. But it seems God is not on our side. "The Kingdom of Atlantis allied itself with Brightburn, in exchange for their lives."
Silence settled in, so fragile, yet so oppressive. It seems that humanity is destined to be destroyed.
"To make matters worse, of the 32 metahumans that remained, Fewer than ten intend to fight for the human cause." He says it in the same unchanging tone.
"But wouldn't that also be counterproductive? It would be foolish to fight against their own race, and even if they joined Brightburn, they would be killed after fulfilling their roles in the war." Don't they think? That thing doesn't think of 'us' (humans) as allies.
"That would be the case, but with the time they will have helping him, calmly, it is very valuable from a strategic point of view."
"... They would have the peace of mind to devise a plan for Brightburn's death without the pressure of his hunt..." Even so, the calm they will have will be so, so fragile, worse than any pressure we are under. One single mistake... And they all die.
"Exactly, And that's why an operation against them isn't on the table..."
"... They serve as scapegoats, cannon fodder... Well, there's no room for traitors."
"Even though they are traitors, their involuntary sacrifice will be very welcome. Truly a... Blessing... In the form of a curse."
*Thump*
I freeze at... 'Those words... Where did I...' No, those words are always repeated. Something bad happens, then something good comes along. 'Nothing Special'
"Atlas... Are you okay?" I listen to him, and it brings me back to the present time.
"Hm? Oh yes, I had a dรฉjร vu." There's no point in celebrating this... blessing... Not all bad things bring good things. Sometimes that's all it is... Bad moments.