The Dominator is a Destroyer

The world has changed since the year 2047. The world was in havoc when those things started to appear. In the mid-year of 2047, in the center of Manhattan, there was something that suddenly appeared in the middle of a highway road. Many accidents happened that day. It was all because of the thing that appeared. It was a crypt. The world shook when the crypts appeared. No one knew what was inside the crypts aside from the government. The crypts kept appearing and the citizens became accustomed to them. However, a few months later a crypt appeared on an island called Governors Island. Unlike the other crypts that appeared in the last few months, the crypt in Governors Island was underground. No one knew about it until it happened. An explosion appeared and the crypt suddenly went above the ground. The secret that the government was trying to hide became known to the world, and that secret was the thing that resides inside a crypt, no, the thing that resides inside that particular crypt was a man. It was a man. The government was quick on their feet and immediately tried to get rid of the man that came out of the crypt. But they couldn't do it. Hundreds of soldiers and special forces were dispatched to kill the man, however, they failed. For a normal person, facing hundreds of soldiers and special forces will make them pee in their pants, however, that man was not like any ordinary man. He was a dominator. He killed the soldiers and the special forces using only his bare fist. He was a monster. The devil incarnate. That was how the citizens viewed him. He mercilessly killed every soldier that got in his way. He killed them with a smile plastered on his face. Not until someone, not a soldier nor a part of the special forces, faced the man alone while the others were retreating. He was weak and feeble. He had an illness that couldn't be cured, but for some reason he managed to hold the man back while the soldiers and the citizens were evacuating. After everyone in the island managed to evacuate, pure silence enveloped it. And a few minutes later a black smoke raised to the sky and exploded. That day, the news was all about the disappearance of Governors Island after a massive explosion. The island vanished from the map. An evil smile appeared on the man's face after reading an old scroll. It was a prophecy of what will happen in the future. It was currently January 2047, and the time written on the prophecy was mid-year of 2047. "I still have time to prepare." The man whispered as he hid the scroll in the secret vault at his office. The man was President Martin of the MD Company. It was one of the rising companies in Manhattan. He called for his secretary and ordered him to recruit strong people. He specifically said that he wanted people who could carry mountains. His secretary understood he meant clearly and started gathering strong people. *** Mid-year of 2047, a week before the crypt mentioned in the prophecy appeared. "Hey! You f*****g bastard, I told you to hurry up! We're going to be late!" There were dozens of men carrying huge boxes into a truck. The boxes were weapons and firearms that were found in the crypts. The men were President Martin's men. They were the men that he recruited and trained for the last few months by throwing them into the crypts. President Martin made a deal with the government. He sold the information about the crypts where the first one will appear. At first they thought he was crazy but by the time the crypt appeared President Martin was already prepared. He conquered the crypt. "I'm sorry. It's just that this boxes are so heavy *cough*." "Oh, they are quite heavy indeed," the man with a big body built towered over a young and feeble man, "if you think these boxes are heavy, then quit working here! You're only baggage, if you are dying then just go somewhere and die nicely quietly!" He shouted in the feeble man's face. Although the feeble man was scared he didn't back down. He didn't flinch nor tremble in front of the huge man. Although they were like the elephant and the ant, the ant wasn't scared of the elephant and took a bite. "It is because I'm dying that I'm trying to work hard. If you move a little bit, then I can do my hob a lot faster. You're in the way." He stared at the huge man with his stoic eyes, who seemed to not care about the world. "You f*****g-" The huge man was about to raise his fist and punch the kid when someone stopped him. "Stop it." It was the president's secretary, Mr. Lowell. The huge man clicked his tongue and walked away. The feeble man didn't pay attention to Mr. Lowell and just moved the boxes into the truck. Mr. Lowell arranged his glasses and checked the preparation process before going out of the warehouse. Outside was a car where President Martin was. He was leaning over the hood staring at what was happening inside. He saw everything that transpired earlier. Mr. Lowell approached President Martin. "What should we do with that man?" He was asking about the feeble man. President Martin stared at the feeble man for a couple of seconds before going in the car and answering. "Throw him at 'that' crypt. It doesn't really matter, he'll die very soon anyway." "Yes, President." Mr. Lowell got in the driver seat and drove away. A week later. There was a report about an explosion in Governors Island. And the appearance of an unknown man that mass murdered hundreds of soldiers and special task forces.