The Lost Chronicles Of Pangea: Apocalypse

David woke up cold and completely wet, it only took a moment for him to realize that he was lying in a pool of water. He tried to move, but he felt totally exhausted and weak. He had felt this feeling once before and that was when the regulator had first evolved his body with the energy from the last surge. But this did not make any kind of sense, the next energy surge was not for another two or three days, so why would it have come so early. It was strange, but David was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The last thing he remembered was his attempt at using his telepathy. And it worked, to an extent, until he completely overloaded his brain with the strain and was thrust into a torture of epic proportions. David felt really stupid at that moment. It was incredibly dangerous to use any kind of mental ability with just a level one mental evolution. Even people who are at level two can only use their abilities towards the later half of the level. He was basically asking for a painful death. He was incredibly lucky he was still alive.

David tried to move, but his body felt incredibly heavy, he itched all over and his muscles burned. He heard the water making ripples as he struggled to get his feet under him, then he heard a hiss. He froze, at first he was thought it was those cats again, and felt incredibly unlucky, but then from beneath the water an eel bigger than any eel David has had the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of meeting came up. Its body had patterns like those of a cat fish, it even had the trademark whiskers. Whiskers that at this moment were letting out silver sparks of electricity. It had no jaws, just a round mouth filled with rows and rows of sharp teeth.

David gulped in fright and cursed in annoyance, but the eel did not seem to care about his rather colorful words as it jumped right for his face mouth opened wide. When it was just a hairs breath away from David, something flashed out of the water and dragged the eel back into the water. David heard thrashing and squealing as whatever had grabbed the eel seemed to be getting the better of the exchange. A minute later everything thing was silent and he felt something swimming through the water around him, in fact there was more than one unknown creature swimming around him like a shark circling it's prey. David hoped it really wasn't a shark. Then he felt a little amount of pressure as one of whatever it was that was swimming through the water decided to climb his body. David shivered and slowly looked down in terror only to see a bizarre grinning face.

"Seriously? Are you trying to give me a heart attack or something?"

The tortoise leaned its head to one side in confusion at David's question. But even then it didn't stop grinning. It was later joined by the other two, each of them still sporting the same grin. David berated himself for it, they were just babies and he had been a bad influence on them. When you tell a bull dog to smile it is one of the most horrifying sights on earth, this situation was exactly the same.

Small as they were this three tortoises gave grins that insinuated impending doom.

David gave a sigh of relief, so he was being protected by the tortoises, he should probably give them a name or something. But it was hard to differentiate among the three of them who was who. They were basically identical triplets and had everything the same down to the mole on their butts (not that they had a mole or anything, it was just an expression.)

But there was something more pressing at the moment, it finally dawned on David that he might have been out for a lot longer than he thought. Their previous splash with the eel had caused drops of the water he was lying on to fly into his eyes and mouth. And David knew there was only one body of water this salty...the sea.

The island was sinking fast, and it seemed David had missed the most prime time to escape. He felt really foolish now, he was sorely intrigued by the idea of having superpowers, David of Pangea would not have given that much of a damn about it, after all powers were as common as the very air itself. David of earth however could not help himself, there was no such thing as powers on earth, any magical ability on earth usually end up being shady especially where he was from, most Africans had an extreme view of things like witchcraft or showcasing any kind of abilities that would not be considered normal.

Of course things like that are not always looked at in an extreme light. Sometime such powers were a part of tradition and was legacy passed on for generations upon generations of children. On earth especially in Africa, people capable of doing really weird and mostly 'evil' stuff are know as witch doctors, herbalist, and the more traditionally accepted ones are the priests of African gods or an ancestral shrines, and finally the masquerades.

But nothing on earth could ever compare to what Pangea had and could offer. Except for magic, people with abilities suffered from no prejudice and were treated like Gods, and with the way the world has changed, this people would most probably be treated like Gods. David was influenced and excited by the idea of being some sort of hero, and power, the power to do what would be considered the impossible. But David had pushed to far, and ended up in a really bad and dangerous situation.

He was slowly regaining control of his body as he could now move his arms. The three tortoises with nothing else to do had gone to sleep on his c.h.e.s.t. David was really grateful for their help in keeping him safe, but what could have brought on such loyalty was something he was terribly confused about. But apart from that he had to know how much his abilities had grown, so he activated the regulator.

NAME: DAVID JOHNSON IYE

AGE: NINETEEN

PHYSIQUE : LEVEL 1(2.93)

AGILITY : LEVEL 1(1.69)

MENTAL: LEVEL 2 (5.19)

PSY COLUMN: LEVEL 1

PSIONIC ABILITIES : TELEPATHY : LEVEL 2, TELEKINESIS : LEVEL 0, MOLECULAR RESTRUCTURE : LEVEL 0.

ENERGY LEVEL STABLE

ESTIMATED TIME FOR NEXT ENERGY SURGE: 170:46:33

His abilities seemed to have seen an increase, even his agility which was the lowest factor of his physical ability. He would be thankful if he was not so weak. At least he had a better chance of survival with his improved stats, however it said here that his telepathic abilities had increased. Level two mental power or not, he was not too keen on trying out anything that had to do with telepathy, at least for now anyway. He would wait for his mental level to increase to a point he could feel safe with.

His psy column was still level one, which meant his abilities were still considered weak and rather common among people among others of the same abilities. The psy column served as a measurement for the strength of a persons abilities, it rarely ever changed as it was used to also determine the grade and quality of an ability and also a person's talent in training said abilities. Sometimes a person's ability evolves to the point where its grade which is measured by the psy column could also increase.

When a person's ability or talent goes up the psy column, the persons abilities will experience a qualitative change, making it even more powerful and diverse. David was not to bothered about the psy column, he had two other abilities that would cover for the fact that all his abilities are considered the lowest grade of themselves. He had an ability for defense, attack and recon. He was way too balanced to care about the psy column.

Thankfully he had another two weeks before the next energy surge, which hopefully should be enough time for him to be far away from this place and at least be in a safe . It took a few more minutes, but David was able to regain control of his body, but even with control he was still feeling very weak. The after effects of this energy surge seemed to be a whole lot worse than the first as this time the heaviness was accompanied by painful aches. Nothing good ever comes easy, and this was a prime example of it.

When David got to his feet he noticed the water came up to his knees, David was six foot two so, which meant the water was almost two feet high. Thankfully David had packed everything into the hover bike, so all that was left was for him to leave. However just leaving would be stupid. David took a few clothes from his bag and ran back up the stairs, he went to the room both his parents shared and took a keepsake, it was an ornately carved walking stick. It was made of a rare type of wood that was incredibly tough and resilient. The head of the walking stick had a half circle as its handle and on the body were carved figures of birds, butterflies and a dragon.

The walking stick might not look at it, but it was actually a magic staff, it served as an amplifier for magic abilities and was on a grade higher than most staffs used by high level wizards. It was a keepsake from his grandfather, and the staff was supposed to be handed to his sister when she graduated School. Unfortunately his sister now worked for the military as hound just like his father, unless she had a high enough rank any outside magic equipment apart from the ones provided by the government was forbidden. It was another way for them to keep controlling the magic users.

David cleaned up and got changed into a pair of trousers while shamefully remembering that the previous one was soiled by filth that came out of his own body as if he was some kind of child with no control over his bowels or bladder. The new trouser was slim but quite thick, he had on a bullet proof vest and two t.h.i.g.h holsters for this handguns. The bullet proof vest had a strap that held his battle blade, and the two silver daggers were in sheathes behind his waist. The two shotguns were also hung on his back with the battle blade being in the middle. The assault rifle hanged from his right shoulder.

David was fully armed to the teeth, having this much weapons on his body, would most definitely affect his mobility, but David did not care, it was better to be safe than sorry. Every gun was armed, every blade was sharpened. With that out of the way David took the three tortoises and placed them into a back pack that he hung in front of him. It was as if he was carrying babies, which they are, but instead of humans they were turtles.

David double checked and triple checked everything, when he was sure that everything was in place he raised his hand up, and the garage door went up from the motion. As soon as it was fully opened David saw a rather horrifying sight, two animals that he was rather sure used to be walruses, were fighting over the body of man.

They would hit and try to pierce their huge double tusk into each other while also occasionally putting those same tusks into the man's body. David was shocked, and even more nauseated he realized the man was still alive. Their sights met, and he reached out for David, a wracking cough came out of his mouth as he spat out blood and pointed at David.

David did not waste any time, he decisively started the hover bike left the garage and went in the opposite direction of the man and the two walruses. David felt guilty, but saving that man would have been suicide, not to mention there was no way he could have survived. Before he went to far David braked sharply and turned the hover bike raising massive splashes of water that attracted the walruses attention to himself. David raised his gun and aimed, but he was not aiming for the walruses, he was aiming for the man. He squeezed the trigger and moments later the man fell into the water with his blood dying it red.

The walruses brayed loudly as the realized their food, which they have been playing with was no longer alive. They roared in anger, but David had already turned around with his bike and was going straight for the commercial area of the island using as much speed as he could.

Sea water sprayed into the air behind him as the meter tall tires of the hover bike ran across the ground with little resistance. David could have chosen to fly his hover bike, but for some reason he couldn't explain, the power cells were not fully charged, without enough power he would not be able to fly for a long enough time and it would be really unfortunate if he finds himself in need of flight for escape, but can't fly because his power cells were drained.

Driving the old fashioned way, won't drain is power cells, but the hover bike could actually use the kinetic energy generated for moving to rapidly charge the bike. So flying should not be a problem, as long as he can survive and keep moving for the next ten minutes.

The wind pelted David's face as he made his way down a road that was now completely submerged in water. There were three bridges on this island, but all three were on the west side of the island since it was the west side of the island that faced the mainland. Soon enough the barricade came into view, or what was left of it anyway. Something had ran through the barricade complete dismantling it and scattering a few cars all over the street. Loud roars and brays came from behind him as those walruses kept chasing him. David engaged the rear view camera and what he saw almost shocked him of his bike. At first there was just two walruses, now there was almost fifty if not more, the water was not deep enough for them to swim in, but their two front fins had evolved into two power arms with really terrifying looking claws.

David passed through the barricade and drove straight, he heard screeching cries from his c.h.e.s.t and looked down to see the three tortoises had poked their head out of his bag and were screeching at the wind that blew past their scaled faces. If he was not running for his life David would have appreciated such a sight, he loved animals especially when they were cute, but this was not the right time to screech at the wind or behave like a dog with its head stuck out a car window.

David drove down the street while keeping a healthy distance with the family of walruses behind him. A sudden screech from one of the tortoises drew David's attention enough for him to dodge the three foot long piranha that came flying for his face with jaws the size of a basket ball. David brought his head down as the piranha flew over, it was surprising because piranhas were fresh water fishes, not salt water predators. What the freaking heck was it doing here. But where there was one piranha there was always a hundred others.

"Ahh!!" David shouted as he sharply braked to the right and went straight into an alley, now apart from a family of walruses, a school of piranhas were now after his sweet African booty. And to make matters worse, the alley was a dead end.

"Seriously are you that adamant for my death universe or God. Which ever is in charge right now."

"Screeeeeeech."

"I know, I know! There's a f.u.c.k.i.n.g wall in front of us." David snapped at the tortoise who innocently took it upon itself to tell David to watch where he was going. It was only trying to warn him, why was he being so rude. The little tortoise drew its head back into the bag while its siblings glared at David.

But David didn't care, his life was on the line and he was not ready to pay attention to a couple of tortoises with hurt feelings. Which was strange because it now seemed like David understood all three of them, he could draw meaning from their words and understand their expression. It was almost like he could read their minds.

But David never noticed this, as the wall in the distance grew closer David saw another source of problem in front of him. There was an octopus lounging on a trash can, its entire body was black while the tips of its eight tentacles were green. David felt as if the entire world was against him right now(or which ever insane author was writing this story.) He activated the hover bike function and the bike shot up at an incline, they would scale the wall, but there was no way he could avoid making contact with that octopus, because it was huge.

David pulled out his modified handgun with his right hand while his left hand continued to steer, then he pushed the guns intensity from stun to kill and pulled the trigger. The gun spat out hot ball of energy that burnt a hole through the octopus and melted the trash can it was laying on to slag. The smell of burnt flesh and gas wafted through the air, then as the hover bike was about to go over the wall, David turned and fired off a few shots into the center of the walruses and piranhas that were now eating each other. The balls of burning hot air caused enough damage that left many of them dead and smoking. David nodded his head in satisfaction as he turned and faced his front the scene in the alley already forgotten.

The alley opened up into an avenue that had coffee houses, restaurants and a cinema. But above all else it had something or someone David recognized. It was that yellow giant lizard who had taken control of Ahmed. And by the looks of things it had succeeded in taking over a few more life forms.

From where he was standing, David saw three of the same monster he had killed in front of Ahmed. Their gleaming bone armor shone under the sun, but non compared to the fact that the bat David had saw when he first woke up as two people, the very same bat that was lying in the rubble of a house was also there. And by the green reptilian iris in its left eye, the yellow lizard has also succeeded in taking control of it's mind. The lizard noticed him as his hover bike flew away from the avenue. It roared in anger at David.

David smiled at that because it seemed like he lizard remembered him, there was going to be a showdown, but not today. David had to put all of his focus on surviving this island.

"Screeeeeettt"

David's head was rattled by the sound behind him, he turned only too see a giant bat, three stories tall right on his tail. Its green eyes glinted under the light of the dying sun as malice filled its gaze.

"What the f.u.c.k!, Come on man!"

Well it was quite obvious the yellow lizard did not care about David's survival. It wanted that showdown, and it wanted it now.