Survival is Crucial

Dirty Air

Jank is sat down on a couch, a radio sat right next to him as it played the news, "...holes have been appearing in the atmosphere, and somewhere under the atmosphere, but they are much too small to be any sort of threat. We'd recommend moderate concern over th-" Jank turned the radio off before it could continue, turning around to see Tyche stumbling through the door.

"Was that English?"

"It's a recording sent to me every once in a while."

"There are more holes?"

Jank glanced to the radio, "Apparently, the first one was in Mongolia, and more have been appearing. Seems to be one for each country so far."

"Weird." Tyche sighed, sitting down next to the radio as it is sat in between the both of them.

"So... how'd it go?"

A long sigh parted from Tyche's lips, his eyelids hanging low over his eyes. "How'd it go..." Tyche turned to Jank, it turned out pretty well. Jank grabbed his neck as tightly as he could, barely able to breathe, his eyes and face red, slowly becoming bloated before falling to the floor. After a few spasms, Jank went limp. Saliva dripped from the edges of his mouth, tears welled up in his eyes, snot running from his nose... dead. Tyche sighed, standing up and leaving the room. As Tyche closed the door to the living room, it shut as if sealing something in, tightly grabbing onto the wall. Tyche tried the door again, barely able to get it open before spinning on his heel and leaving down the hallway. One after another until finally leaving the building, everyone he had encountered in those halls found themselves unable to breathe as they tried to stop him, falling to the ground before meeting an early demise. A small group of people who hadn't come across Tyche found the room Jank was in. They attempted to open the door inadvertently causing it to explode open, shrapnel and the light impaling everyone nearby, killing two immediately while the others had no choice but lay on the floor and bleed out.

The door was sealed from the inside by something, almost like a suction cup, and when it was pulled, another force pulled it back as well. It would be the equivalent of a submarine reaching the very bottom of the ocean, and without considering the amount of pressure on their ship, someone went to open a seal on the submarine, causing a small explosion, and crush everything in the process. As that ship is filled with water, everyone is being suffocated and smashed into pieces, water engulfing them until finally turning into floating mannequins of pulp and gore.

If Tyche was able to do it with the living room door, he was able to do it for the door outside, pulling it a bit to check if it worked, then leaving. He hijacked a car nearby before driving off, another car pulling in as a group of people leave it, attempting to open the door once again, same result, more deaths. Tyche drove back into the driveway, walking inside before entering Jank's office, sitting down in his chair before throwing a few trinkets and pictures away into a small plastic bag. He examined the destruction he has wrought, going back to the room Jank's corpse was in. The couch was thrown toward the door and his body was smashed into a wall, multiple paintings, a television, the radio, tables, and the like, smashed to smithereens, seemingly thrown at random, but all of them point to be thrown towards the door. The front door hallway was similar, everything in the nearest vicinity thrown into disarray, smashed into pieces, dead...

"The theory worked." He commented, walking over to the warehouse. A few workers sat outside of it as Tyche approached.

"What are you doing here again?" The questioned, one of them standing to stop him. Tyche grasped the air in front of the man and he stopped, grasping at his throat before collapsing to the ground, his legs thrashing about as small wheezes are the only thing that can leave his lips now, mouth open in terror. The other man walked toward his fallen comrade before launching himself forward. Tyche simply moved out of the way and that man as well was quickly put to the ground, unable to breathe, and soon dead.

Tyche breathed a sigh of relief, throwing open the warehouse doors in awe of his accomplishment. He spun on his heel to see a truck full of boxes. He opened one of them to reveal a branch of one of the fruits. The voice from before, the voice from his dream... "Eat it." Tyche sighed.

"I don't need to... but." Tyche pulled the boxes from out the truck, bringing them back inside the warehouse. "What should I do...?" Tyche scanned the room, "I..." He chuckled, closing the warehouse doors as he did before.

"You f*****g bastard, you're planning on killing them all?"

"No." He pulled out a bag, "See? You could feel it through my hand right, so I'm surprised you didn't notice it." Tyche had gathered a collection of the fruits and placed them in a bag, about 16 sat within. "Now... what to do...?" Tyche smiled, "I'll just give it to random people."

"Why would you do that?"

"Well..." Tyche paused to think, "It isn't going to be completely random... they'll just be strangers to me."

"Again, why would you do that, you could eas-"

"Yeah, but I don't want that. All I want now is... I truly don't know." He sighed, "But with this, and that," Tyche pointed to the warehouse door, "That should pause Marshall's plans for a bit longer." Tyche threw the bag over his shoulder, going back into the car from before and placing it in the back seat. He pulled out and drove as far away from the mansion as he could. "Hey... what do I call you?"

"Just call me... I dunno."

"Aeras, how's that?"

"Air... Alright."

"Aeras, do you know about those holes?"

"Just because one was in Mongolia doesn't mean I know what they are."

"So you don't?"

"Nope, probably some sort of scientific phenomena or something, maybe like that one thing where people were using a weird sunscreen or something."

"Something similar to that?"

"Probably."