Beatle wrote silently while typing into his computer about a new species of plant he discovered. Beatle facepalms and brushes his palms over his face. "The new species of plant is very similar to the Dire Wolf Clones back in my world... Having fur similar to it. The clones were once Grey Wolves given enough traits and genome types as Dire Wolves. Over the years, some of my people had domesticated, especially the Lobos of Cagayan de Oro. Further study to learn about this new plant, which seems to be artificially-..."
Beatle realizes something. "'Made...'"
Later...
Beatle slams a stack of papers in front of Miguel.
"You mean to tell me that the Pantheon did not use Tyrone's blood?" asked Miguel.
"No. The blood came from something else. Familiar with genome splicing? Look... His genes are completely spliced with cockroach DNA along with his own, kinda like a Wolf Pup given the attributes of a Dire Wolf. What if... the Pantheon had been using cockroaches and placing them in ALL of their DNA?"
"They need Human DNA to have attributes with something else entirely. Like the undying nature of a cockroach! Body systems! Their systems are perfectly made to heal! Because of an amplified attribute from cockroaches!"
"What cockroach!?"
"That's the thing. We don't know... But this specific cockroach gives an ample amount of multiplication of Human DNA platelets! It is NOT a cockroach, Miguel! It's a mixture of various genomes! Axolotls! Lizards! Worms! They're packages! They're a mixture of various species!"
"So?"
"'So!?' Kid. They're not Infected! They're a different species entirely-!"
"GET TO THE POINT!!!"
"Oh. Their lab's in one of our own. Found a possible shady geneticist laboratory."
Beatle and Miguel stand in front of the massive building.
Beatle takes out his eskrima sticks. "C'mon..."
Inside the lab, various scientists are shown to have strung up various innocent children, inserting the essence of the fallen rogues into their bodies, as they reawaken. Epimetheus, Musang, Undying, and even Madam Barang, each were injected into the bodies of babies and children before being grown back into adults, killing the Soul of the children effectively, but replacing it with the Soul of the rogue.
Beatle sighs. "I'll cause a ruckus. You sneak in and capture as much of the Soul as you can..."
"Beatle. This is our facility..." said Miguel.
"Shit... I'm beginning to get sick of these shady-ass employees of ours. Shit..."
Beatle sighs and crashes the glass doors open, taking out his Cain Marker blaster and blasts each of the guards to death. "Cain Marker... Only affects those with the blackest of hearts... Shoot them all down. One by one. One by one... An instant free ticket to Hell. Where these scum belong..." Beatle is shot by the guards as he just kept on blasting them each with ease.
Beatle tosses his eskrima sticks and stabs a pair of his enemies with them.
Beatle sighs. "Prep for judgment day, boys..." he sneered, blasting them one by one, killing them brutally with the Cain Marker.
Beatle gets struck in the head with a pipe by one guard, but he grabs him by the neck, seeing that Cain Marker doesn't affect his heart. Beatle sighs and knocks him out instead with a swift punch.
Beatle walks in, using his eskrima sticks to take out the lights, while a pair of guards from each side of the door's walls to shoot at Beatle, with each flicker of light showing his tall, looming presence, where he proceeds to take out his eskrima sticks, which glow in the dark as he decapitates the two soldiers.
Beatle is struck with a wooden plank from behind but he senses the man's heart and swiftly stabs him through the chin.
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Beatle sighs. "My trench coat's got holes in them now... Ugh..."
Beatle is struck over and over again by guns as he sighs and sits down to take some cover behind some stacked up chairs as a barricade. He turns to a soldier trying to stab him in the neck, but the knife bends and Beatle shoots him in the neck, as he bleeds to near death. "Lemme tell you one thing, kid. If you wanna kill a near-thousand-year-old Messiah. You do one thing. You opt not to."
"Why the fuck are you hiding? Thought your armor protects you."
"The armor's just for show..." said Beatle.
"Then... you're strong... Why h-h-hide here?"
Beatle reveals his flask. "Thirsty, brother?"
The man gives out a final breath and dies.
Beatle takes out a flask and drinks some milk. "Mmm."
Beatle hides the flask in his coat and sighs, walking out of the barricade and blasting each of them in the face. Beatle sighs, listening to "Please Don't Let Me BE Misunderstood" by the Animals, as he blasts them away one by one in the head. "Miguel? You got their Souls? Miguel? Shit..."
Beatle sighs, drinking his flask.
One man tries stabbing him but he grabs his face.
Beatle sees his Cain Marker reacts to his heart.
"Why are you doing this?" asked the man, terrified.
"To establish peace, freedom, autonomy, and respect to all living things..." said Beatle.
"You call THIS PEACE!?!? FREEDOM!?!? AUTONOMY!!?! RES-!?!?"
Beatle shoots him in the chest. "Then stop disrupting it and stop killing kids, fucker. Oh... Looks like you might need my command soon..." said Beatle, as the man falls to the ground with a massive hole in his chest.
Beatle sighs and closes his eyes. "Miguel? Miguel!? I believe in on God, the Father almighty, maker of Heaven and Earth, of all things visible-..."
"They're in these vials, right? Placed with these... strange... Shadowy things?" The Black shadowy things surround a strange amulet, an Anting-Anting, as Beatle can be heard sighing in relief.
"That's an anting-anting. I use 'em at times. They're usually used for good. Use it for evil, however..."
"Got it." Miguel is caught by a guard.
"HEY!!!" yelled the guard, as Miguel teleports away where he was shot.
Beatle just tanks all of the shots as he shoots at them. "You out?" asked Beatle.
"Yes, sir."
Beatle smiles and teleports away.
Beatle sighs, completely unfazed, as he sees Miguel is shot, but regenerates over the bullet in his wound.
"Shit... That was a shotgun shell. C'mere..." said Beatle, taking out a knife and pulling the bullet out as Miguel screams in pain.
"FUCK!!!" roared Miguel.
"Shhh..." said Beatle, now at home. "Take these to the freezers downstairs. Ectoplasm likes the cold," he told Athena, as the Athena clones nod, all scrambling on the ground and catching the vials like ants as they go downstairs.
Beatle sighs and drinks some milk. Beatle smirks.
Miguel regenerates, albeit slowly. "Demon blood. Shit. Tell me a story or somethin'."
"I write. I don't tell."
"How about uh... Why you killed all those peeps back there. Who made you judge jury executioner? Other than the fact you're the Messiah, of course. What makes Beatle... Beatle? Why..." Miguel looks disheartened. "Why keep fghting?"
Beatle smiles, notcing this. "Heh... Y'know, Miguel. Back then. Before I served in the war... still going on now... I uh... Was a writer."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'd love typing in my uh... Computer. Enjoyed the living hell out of it. Then Dad would come and yell at me. Call me useless, but then my Aunt would come and ease him. Tell him that he's heated. So he'd walk away, grumbly and sure he'd apologize the next day. My aunt. She was a doctor. Therapist. Intelligent hell of a woman who strived to make the world a better place. Sad part is, she was like me. Autistic. Hate saying that word now, because of all the trouble and judgment I received over the years when I use that card. The moment I uh... The moment i became a writer... world-renowned. Won a Novel Peace Prize for writing against that bastard, Narciso, he threatemed to kill my family. Morningstar Prime killed him, of course. That's what started the war. Because I got too emotional... let's say... Got home. Fought with Dad. He uh... campaigns for 'im and God I hated him for that. But he was a good man. He... He fought hard for what he thought was right. A real lawyer. Aunt was the mind's balance. Mom was the nagger but reminded me to keep my chin up. I loved them. When I was a kid, I remembered I used to garden with my aunt. Or... garden as they say. I was an only child. So, I gardened with her all day and we'd captuire bugs amd put 'em in jars. They'd die the next day and I'd be so horrified. Got scared of bugs after. Heh... But then she told me a story... About a beetle. How this beetle would do anything... He was tough. Strong. Cranky. Old. But had a heart of gold... Did what he can to protect others. Thus, my name. 'Beatle'. Meat was spilling out of her body the last time I saw her in my arms... All of them. That's why I fight. After that day, I swore to not stop killing evil people... and send 'em right to Hell... Over and over... Not because I enjoy it... But because I swore to keep this world safe." Beatle cries softly. "And I remember... She uh... They all died... When I fight, I hear their words. 'Get 'em, son. Get 'em. Show 'em what for.' And it hurts that I actually do see her in my dreams still... My family was Catholic. But they held grudges. We are still Filipino after all. I owed them my life. So, that's why I fight. And keep fighting."
Miguel sighs, patting his shoulder and nodding sadly.
Beatle's jaw quivers. "I played a song earlier. 'Please don't let me be misunderstood.' It encapsulates everything I fight for. I, for one, love that song. It made my day when I heard it, because someone sang it, so... I was never alone. Right?"
Miguel hugs Beatle. "You're not alone, Beatle."