50 Heist 4 Thef (1/2)
Inside the vault, Jenkins was almost through the translucent sphere which blocked him. Several cracks ran over it, while stacks of glass shards laid spread around his position.
'Come one now..'
Finally, the clock between his hands rang. Sending an incredible, yet unseen vibration out. And with that, the barrier gave in and shattered. Falling to the ground like snow.
Jenkins was sweating and heaving like a madman, feeling not only dissy from this outstretched task, but also because of the intense metal and paper stench constantly enveloping his body.
”This place smells like some burnt down museum..”
However, this was not something he delved on for too long. Only moving his eyes towards the flower which had been waiting here for the last hundred years.
Being exposed to the incredible life force shooting out from it's horns was like feeling a bunch of tiny needle stick against his skin, while also producing a sort of warmth.
”F**** YES!!!!!!”
His shout echoed throughout the treasury room. Hitting the other end and then traveling back.
He didn't hesitate for much longer, and quickly walked towards it while releasing a prideful aura of fulfillment.
Each step was light, yet heavy. Synchronizing his movement with the faint sparks the horned rose would occasionally shoot out.
'Finally..'
Jenkins, now standing before the alter, gently placed his hands down and scooped it up.
As the rose entered his palms, he could feel all the built up exhaustion mysteriously vanish into thin air.
”It even removed the strain that [Shock ticker] had on my body..”
Even though Jenkins had lived for many years, he had never once felt the power of pure divinity radiate into every pore.
His grip tightened as he remembered the day his physical body was sealed deep within a lowly tomb.
And with that image came a set of blurry sounds. They all emerged from the depths of his mind. Each seeming to belong to people he once knew.
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”Jenkins, you are the biggest failure In this world. Begone from my sight!”
”You are not the man I once knew, Jenkins. You are not the one..”
”They are already dead, and not only do you still cultivate those dark arts, but you desecrate their bodies! No, that's not even the worst part...”
”For your accumulated crimes, and the actions consisting of .... and .... I, .... .... Bellioll the thousandth, sentence you to death by the red ring!”
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Hearing the voices of those wretched traitors once again ignited his desire for vengeance. However, he did not let it seep out, and only concentrated on the flower in his embrace.
Out of a silver ring resting on his index finger came came a white porcelain jar which perfectly matched the flowers size. Several strange tattoos and engravings on it, but only Jenkins knew what they meant.
Seeing the glowing stick being sealed inside removed the depressed and tired luster from his eyes. Helping the man return back to the present.
”That is that....”
Now, with his mission complete, Jenkins sendt a signal for his doppelgangers to come back. And in no longer than a couple of seconds, he could see them running towards him.
As they arrived, both knelt before him and reached out their hand. Offering the silver ring resting inside their shadowy palm.
”Good shit you two. Get some rest.”
The clones then dissipated, and he emptied the contents of their ring inside his own through a short moment of contact.
”Sweet, they took the best stuff available. Looks like we are done here then..”
Jenkins now looked back at the quiet silver and black vault door which was outlined by a green rectangle.
”Strange, did Michael perhaps use the thing I gave him? No, it would't give him that kind of power. But he would definitely be able take some hits for a while.... At least enough for me to get this done.”
”Whatever, time to go...”
However, before he could take another step, an earthquake, millions of times more powerful than the ones he had previously felt traveled underneath his feet.
The entire treasury shook madly, and everything from the books resting on the building sized shelfs, to the mountains of gold and silver began to rapidly even themselvs all over the radiant floor.
”HEY WHAT THE F...”
But before Jenkins had another chance to say anything else, he saw the giant silver door behind him take on a dark red, no, a very light orange hue. As if someone was heating it up from the outside with a pool of jet fuel.
”No, don't tell me that crazy old man used that?!”
Too bad for Jenkins that he could not be more right.
The trembling continued to grow in power, and the ancient shelfs were ripped to shreds by the vibration. Letting the rest of the books rain down like pellets.
”You can't be seri...”
Jenkins was going to say one last thing, but the ground refused to allow him to utter another word, as it turned into a solid trampoline. Throwing his body around in the stacks of yellow and black like a ragdoll.
No, rather the whole room began to spin around like the insides of a washing machine. Blending and mixing togheter every single loose object.
As Jenkins was rolled around in this dusty mess, he felt several solid materials hit his body at an incredible speed. Causing some minor pain to jolt through his body.
”AH WHAT THE HELL?!!”
This continued on for who knows how long, until finally slowing down. Vanishing every light source present, and sinking the metal blender into darkness.
Now, within the bowl of rubble, a figure fought itself free from it's embrace. Pushing and kicking every single piece of trash away while cursing angrily.