The Zetta Sonic
Red Layer

Whether it's a suggestion or a sense of tiredness or indeed because of the speed of his plane that is above average, Alex feels his world just whizzing away. He had no idea since when the world around him had changed.

Alex knew he wasn't asleep. But seeing things that were unnatural, made her really want to fall asleep. He didn't see the cockpit of his plane or the blue sky out there. He saw a dark and green world. No clouds, just gray smoke. And, somehow, she knew looking inside herself.

There was a jet-black figure protruding amongst the darkness. That figure is none other than the figure of Zetta Sonic in his uniform. The green color, which should be an accent, shimmered as if given up by the darkness. Shortly after, the uniform ripped off, showing who was inside.

He saw another Alex standing far away in the void. The figure fluttered while he continued to approach. The cold pierced every bone. Every side of him was painful. There was a sense of uneasiness mixed with fear that he could not explain. He just wants to get away from it all. Especially when the figure turned.

The face was exactly as he used to see on the glass. That hair, those eyes, all. Alex knows himself. He also recognized the unnatural veins that poked behind his facial skin. That's the mark of Dragon Blood.

Alex sees himself in the same phase as Damon. Ever since seeing Damon like that, Alex knew there was a phase where Dragon Blood controlled its host. That power would eat him up, take over him, making him whatever Dragon Blood itself needed. So far, it's just his own thinking. It's a pity that it happened.

Now the figure was holding his shoulder. No matter how hard Alex struggled, he was unable to move. The hand is too strong. So does the fear that traps him. No matter how loud she screamed, no sound came out. Instead, Alex heard the voice of the figure so clearly. It was his voice but not his personal. That's his laugh but not his. It was his body but it was definitely not him.

The next second, Alex realized that he did not understand what the figure said at all. Not a single word. He could feel the fear arising from the speech of that figure. But he did not understand what that word meant. One more thing came to his mind. Alex knows it's his future.

Now, that figure is slowly changing. His eyes turned red and tried to get out of the petals. His teeth tapered like wild animals. His muscles stiffened and then enlarged unnaturally. The clothes he was wearing were torn here and there. Along with the transformation, a loud buzzing is heard accompanied by a sense of unbearable dizziness. Alex closed his eyes.

It was just a moment. When blinked, Alex knew it had moved in the body. Everything he saw now glowed red. His hands, his feet, all the parts that could be reached by his eyes looked reddish. Horror crept on his back as there was a foul scent wafted. Alex once again looked at his hand, finding bloodstains there.

The sight began to fade. Unfortunately, not so with his fear. Alex looked at the pile of people up ahead. Piles of blood. The same blood as the blood on his hands. The person at the top of the pile is none other than Damon. Alex knew it was his victim.

While in doubt, Damon's figure moved. He crawled down from the pile and stood staggering. Damon's figure moved again, walking in Alex's direction. Behind him, the figures in the pile began to follow. They walked so slowly as to give Alex a chance to run.

Alex's own legs are twisted. He can't move, let alone run. His eyes were fixed on Damon and every figure that was there. They walked slowly to him with flailing hands. Their mouths were gaping, kamit speaking without real talk. The smell will never be forgotten Alex. A scent that would constantly remind him of tragedy and blood. Death's scent.

Alex groaned in despair. Her eyes were poignant, her cheeks wet. No rescue hand or support call. He knew only he himself could save himself at this moment. He blinked, trying to drive away all those sights. He began to think about the good things that had happened. Relief and tranquility began to come in a white light.

He blinked once more to find himself above the outskirts of the capital where he lived. The plane is flying low in stealth mode. Just so you know, he has been in the underground hangar of the Zetta Sonic headquarters all by himself.

His heart is beating fast. Breathing snorted. His whole body feels tired. His face was soaked with a mixture of sweat, tears, and blood. Alex took off the helmet. This was the first time he had a nosebleed in a combat uniform. Usually, the uniform gets in the way of anything trying to get in. This time, the uniform was blocking anything out, including the heat from his face as well as blood.

His communication connections were still connected even though he had not heard anything from Tiger or Vanessa's doctor. Alex is a little grateful because no one knows his nightmares other than him. He uses his alone time to clean up before heading to ICPA headquarters where Jayden is being treated.

Alex had just finished changing his clothes when a black car came up to the runway. He recognized the car. The car was used by Jayden or Tiger to pick him up. The thing is, this time Alex knew for sure it wasn't Jayden. Tiger was also being injured so he was also quite sure it was not Tiger.

The back window is open. Alex saw the figure of the old woman sitting behind and waving at him.

“Quick! We don't have all day to save Jayden!”