A blinding red flash shone out of my forehead as I charged up a blast, before firing out a massive red energy wave towards the children as their bodies expanded rapidly, vaporizing them before they could explode.
I-I'm...I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I wish I could've saved all of you...but all I can do is ensure that you don't die at the hands of the terrorist scum. I'll take your blood onto my hands...and in exchange, I promise, I'll exact vengeance for what they did to you.
I then made my way forward, determined to hunt down those who'd run away and kill them...this place is like a small building, there's a corridor up ahead and several doors to the sides. The ones I've killed so far, they died instantly...a fate far better than they deserve.
But the rest won't be so lucky. I'll make sure they suffer before they die...which means I can't use this forehead beam anymore. As I headed into the corridor, breaking down the doors I walked past, I touched my forehead...
