Dealga

Rave Teo

Description

Rave Teo is a complex writer that formulates and pique the readers’ imagination to question whether the story depicts a utopia or dystopia. He writes science-fiction stories meant to ask philosophical questions and question reality that in which each individual reader may ascertain their own answers.

Sujets

• Futuristic
• Magic: el encuentro
• Future
• Singapore
• Science fiction
• Romance
• Sci-Fi
• Magic
• Thriller
• Gore
• Fiction
• Singapour

Informations

• Publié par: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Date de parution: 13 février 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781543772982
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

DEALGA
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
RAVE TEO
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2023 by Rave Teo.
 
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-5437-7297-5

Softcover
978-1-5437-7301-9

eBook
978-1-5437-7298-2
 
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CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
PROLOGUE
The bullets rained. The gunfire thundered. The smell of gunpowder intertwined with the faint smell of the sea. In the night near the cargo docks, the death count was rapidly on the rise; however, the gunfire did not seem to end. Behind cover, empty magazines dropped to the ground with thuds whilst new ones were loaded in. Guns were cocked, and men poked out and resumed firing.
Cars were piled up amidst the firefight, serving as a cover in the middle of the road. Containers had been aligned systematically to the side with a few overhead cranes. The two sides having a shootout were easily distinguishable: one side were men in suits, the other were outfitted with casual clothes and the signature red bandanas of their gang.
There were casualties on both sides. Some were injured, wailing from the pain, and some lay sprawled lifeless on the ground. Blood was flowing down the road in streams, interjoining body after body to form a river that spilled over the concrete and into the sea.
A short distance away from the gunfight, a man clad in a grey camouflage uniform squatted by the top of a stacked container, peering into his night-vision binoculars as he carefully watched the ongoing gunfight. On his body was a lightweight ballistic vest, and the only weapons in his possession were a Swiss-made combat knife and a pistol holstered by his waist. His gaze was at ease, and his heartbeat steady; anyone could tell that he was no mere veteran.
A wireless earpiece at the side of his head buzzed: “This is Bravo to the squad leader. Suspicious movements detected heading towards the hot zone. That group just might be it.”
The man gently held a finger to the earpiece. “This is squad leader to squad. Stand by. Wait for confirmation.” His voice is low and husky. He removed the finger from his ear and refocused his vision to a saloon pulling up behind a container a few metres away from the gunfight. He flashed a sinister grin.
It was a pincer move. Three men dressed in grey suits stepped out of the saloon and instantly rushed forward towards the gunfight with abnormal speed, each taking his own position in the counterattack. The men in suits stopped firing, hid, and waited for their accomplices behind them to finish the job.
The asphalt beneath a few of the gangsters started to freeze under a pale smoke. Those caught within the icy circle felt a numbing cold pain creeping up their feet as the ice crawled from the soles of their shoes up to their ankles. They cried out in pain from the frostbite. The ones surrounding them were astonished at the sight of the paranormal attack, failing to notice the other accomplice flanking them from the side, slicing their limbs apart with his bare hand as though it were equipped with an invisible blade.
“Kill them crazies!” One of the gangsters shouted.
The gangsters retaliated.
The accomplice easily dodged the bullets, some of which hit other gang members, and while the gangsters had their attention on him, another took centre stage as he leapt a few metres into the sky and landed in the middle of them. A ring of shallow flames appeared around the man, and shortly after, a wave of blazing fire surged forth from the epicentre, engulfing the stragglers and turning them into ashes. In less than a minute, the trio had subjugated their foes.
“Magicians confirmed,” Bravo reported.
Something caught the squad leader’s eye as he received the report. From a distance, down by the edge of the docks, he spotted a young civilian couple stealthily attempting to make their escape by hugging the shadows, darting between containers. He zoomed in on the couple through binoculars, fixated upon the girl with luscious black hair.
“Target spotted by the edge, north-east,” the squad leader whispered.
“Target sighted,” another voice responded.
The three magicians tinkered with the bracelets on their wrists and suddenly looked up towards the direction of the couple.
“Shit,” Bravo interjected. “Looks like the magicians managed to track them. They are heading there now!”
The couple’s stealth mission was failing spectacularly, as the magicians were rushing towards them at full speed.
The squad leader rolled forward onto his feet and sprang forward onto the adjacent container. “Squad, move out! Snipers, take out the gunners first. Ground team will deal with the magicians!”
One of the magicians fidgeted with his bracelet for a few seconds before casting a spell. In an area directly ahead of the couple, little blocks of ice hailed down upon the couple as an effort to slow them down. Bewildered, the young man leapt forward, shielding the girl from the mini hail buffeting his back. The situation forced them to turn into a corner where they could use the overhead cranes and forklifts around to avoid the sudden hailstorm.
The squad leader leapt overhead from container to container towards the magicians, hoping to catch them mid-pursuit. The gunmen in suits at the back from the earlier gunfight were in disarray as a sniper team was picking them off one by one. One of the ground team members ambushed a magician, throwing his entire body weight onto the magician in a short roll onto the ground and disarming him in an arm-lock position.
Surprised by the ambush, the two other magicians briefly glanced at each other and continued with the pursuit, ditching their accomplice and splitting up. One took to the roof, and the other continued the pursuit on ground.
The magician on the ground turned a corner to come face to face with a gunman clad in military gear in front of him, pistol drawn. The gunman rapidly pulled the trigger, emptying the chamber as the magician retreated in dodges and weaves. The ploy worked, as the magician failed to notice several small metallic beads stuck on the walls of a container right behind him. The mine was triggered and caught the magician in a kinetic field that bound his hands before he could retaliate with a spell. The gunman strolled up to the helpless magician while reloading the pistol, pointed the gun at his head, and pulled the trigger.
The last remaining magician noticed the squad leader hot in pursuit, leaping from container to container. Fidgeting with the bracelet, he cast multiple spells in quick succession. Dozens of fireballs the size of baseballs emerged within seconds around the magician before curving off towards their target. The squad leader leapt, ducked, rolled, and deflected. Small explosions occurred wherever the fireball made contact. Lagging behind, the squad leader whipped out his pistol and fired several shots at the magician, who attempted to defend himself with a shield of fire. The bullets disintegrated into a cloud of glittering dust as they passed through the shield. The magician panicked as he vehemently pressed on, letting out coughs between breaths.
The magician slowed down, allowing the squad leader to close the gap between them and stomp behind the fleeing mage, sending him tumbling across a container roof; he stopped just at the edge. He then hurriedly picked himself up and attempted to cast another spell, but the spell would not activate.
“Shit! Nanite dust?” cried the magician.
The squad leader rushed in with his body as low as he could go and delivered a gruesome uppercut that collided with the lower jaw of the magician. A loud crack echoed as the uppercut sent the magician flying off the container and onto the ground, physically disfigured and out cold.
The squad leader stood over the edge, arms akimbo, gazing at the unconscious magician.
“I have retrieved the target,” Bravo reported moments later.
“Mission accomplished. Great work, you guys,” said the celebratory squad leader. “Now let’s get the hell out of here.”
CHAPTER 1
The sun had set, and it was dark out in the streets. Although the city lights were vibrant, many of those lights never reached the more secluded parts of the city—the hills especially. Mount Faber was the name of this hill. It was not exactly high enough to be considered a mountain, but this place was the highest point above sea level in the main city of New Singapore. Back in the old days—back when the old government was still in charge here, back when this city was still a nation called Singapore—this was a hotspot for tranquil walks during the day, with small trekking routes and intersections that crossed from