Bolton: A Splat Force Story; Chapter 9

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W E L C O M E ! ! !

This is Nomad! Welcome to the penultimate Chapter of Bolton: A Splat Force Story!

I find it so hard to believe that I'm already approaching the end of this story. It feels like I only started yesterday. I guess time flies when I'm having a good time.

Unlike the past few weeks, I don't think that this Chapter needs a warning. The most blood you will see here is merely a scratch on the face, something in which I don't see warranting a warning at all.

As per usual with the penultimate Chapters, it's gonna be short but sweet, but longer than the previous couple of Chapters. There will be lots of setup for the finale, including setting up one of the most essential parts of Bolton's character.

So without further ado, let's get into this!

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C H A P T E R 9 : T O R M E N T

"Commander Allen, are you doing okay?"

One of the Rookies asked.

"Yes I am, thank you, Phineas."

Rex Allen answered.

"I've just had a word from Fred, he said that he's on his way to Colley Village right now, we should probably start the journey soon. Alyssa's just taking care of Chester, we should be going soon."

Bolton overheard the small exchange from the Commander. He was immediately tormented with fear as it was the village that Kamala was assigned to look after by Terrador.

His body started to shiver, he couldn't bear the thought of losing another friend. Without a second thought, he began to run towards the direction of Colley Village.

1 H O U R , 5 5 M I N U T E S L A T E R . . .

Finally, he arrived at Colley Village. Fortunately, he wasn't too late. However, the village was empty. The houses were there but the villagers weren't. Bolton walked to the village centre, looking all around him. He assumed that the village had been evacuated.

"Don't worry, Bolton, I'm still here."

Kamala said through his mind, making him jump and shock.

"Sorry, did I make you jump? To be fair, I'm the only one who could get through your senses. After all, I was the one who taught you about high senses."

Bolton turned around and saw his friend standing ahead of him, he gave her a warm smile before the two of them headed inside of her house that rested on the left-hand side of the village. Bolton sat down on the sofa on the left-hand side of the small living room.

"I am truly sorry about Helena and the kids, I was devastated when I found out..."

She told him as she poured him a drink.

"Thank you..."

He whispered.

"For the past month, I've been running on my own, lost, hoping to come face to face with her killer. At one point, I thought I did, turns out I found nobody, other than one of their Commander's, someone with brown hair."

"Commander Allen?"

Kamala asked. Bolton looked towards her, feeling as if she had some information.

"I've seen inside the mind of Commander Allen before, the only thing I saw was him wanting to end this war."

"Obviously that meant raiding a Village full-on innocent people."

He snarled as he had his drink.

"I'm after someone with navy green spiky hair."

"Commander Evans, I had a strong idea it was him..."

She sighed.

"I looked into the mind of a Splat Force Rookie during the raid and I found out that it was him."

"I have a question. If your senses are strong, why didn't you sense their arrival on the day of the raid?"

Bolton asked.

Kamala thought back to that day, and her time at Baxter Village.

"I let my guard down, I felt safe. If I had sensed their arrival, if I wasn't so safe and gentle then...maybe she would be alive. I wish I could've saved my friend's life, I-"

Suddenly, Kamala stopped moving. She closed her eyes. She felt a strong disturbance in the atmosphere.

"They are here...Melissa is in her room, hiding under the bed, hopefully, they don't go looking for her. Bolton, you need to get going."

"No, I'm not going to leave, I have to help!"

Bolton exclaimed.

"In the mental state that you are in, you can't!"

She told him.

"I know you too well, Bolton, you are gonna get yourself killed by staying here!"

"If that means I can kill that piece of squit then, I don't care!"

He yelled back.

Kamala pressed two fingers against Bolton's forehead, knocking him out temporarily. Kamala was now in his head.

"Please, I'll face them here. If I die, so be it. Your vengeance will one day get you killed, maybe it could be in your own doing. However, I do know of something that could help you for a future battle against Commander Evans."

She told him, removing her fingers from his forehead. He woke up and gasped for air, trying to get steady.

"Deep in the forest lies the Dainty Fort, there you will find a blade that had been experimented on by the witches. Legends say that the blade holds a bond with the , they say it could come back to their grasp when needed and that it could take them to anywhere they could think about by forming a circle with it."

"I heard the stories when I was a child, I always thought that they were only bedtime stories."

He replied, finding it all hard to believe.

"The blade was always real, however, all the supernatural activities weren't real, until recently."

She said.

"I found the blade a month back, I sensed the same energy as the radiation from the meteorite. It's safe to say that anything supernatural within the blade had been activated by the meteorite."

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

Bolton asked, requiring answers.

"If you want to take down Commander Evans, you need more than your gifts and your fighting skills, he is a tough opponent."

She told him as she closed before pressing against his forehead.

"My voice will guide you to the Dainty Fort, even after I'm gone."

Kamala removed her fingers from her head. Bolton opened his eyes. He hugged her tightly, knowing full well that she wasn't going to make it out of the inevitable battle.

"Thank you for being a good friend."

He told her as he walked out her front door.

He walked out the back way out of the Village. He ran down the pathway, turning a sharp left before running straight forward for the next couple of minutes before being stopped by a familiar voice from behind him.

"Mr Vulcan, you really are a mysterious one."

Bolton stopped moving completely, his face was frowning with frustration.

"Terrador..."

He greeted.

"I sensed your movement using the earth beneath us and I just had to pay you a visit."

He told him, up to this point, Bolton still hadn't turned around.

"You see, I can't help but notice that you aren't playing your part in the great plan, you have instead gone off and been a disobedient fool. Do you the last time you disobeyed me behind my back?"

2 M O N T H S A G O . . .

K N O C K , K N O C K ! ! !

"Terrador, are you in?"

Bolton asked, to his dismay, he didn't respond.

K N O C K , K N O C K ! ! !

He stood still outside the front door, there was still no response from the Mayor of Baxter Village. He was about to knock one more time, however, his senses started to play up, or so he thought as if there were danger behind that door. Carefully, he placed his hand on the door handle and took in a deep breath before opening up the door.

It was just as he had thought, his senses were playing up. His wide living room was dark yet empty. The only furniture out was a sofa, one bookcase and a bed, alongside a small desk with a small wooden chair. It was all mysterious to him. He knew that something was wrong, his senses didn't just go off for no reason. He had both fists clenched, ready to ignite and strike for when the moment came.

Up ahead of his was a desk that had a small notebook and pen. Without a second thought, he quickly ran back to the front door and shut it, hoping that nobody would see him snooping around.

He ran back over to the desk, past the sofas and the filled bookcase. He flipped back the pages to its earliest entry, an entry that was written over a decade back, back when he was only forty-two:

"I thought it was about time that I started taking notes about my life, for the event that I one day impact the world. To anyone reading this, my name is Nathan Pertch, everything you are about to read is real. I was born on the streets of Inkopolis, my parents neglected me for their work, which wasn't enough to earn them a living. My mother, Claudia Clapham perished from starvation when I was fourteen, my father Mitchell Pertch got fired from his job."

The page read, Bolton turned over to the next page.

"When I was nineteen, after fifty failed jobs, both me and my father turned to a life of crime, breaking into buildings, stealing belongings. This went on for thirteen years until my father was finally taken down, leaving me on my own. Using the lessons that he had taught me to guide me for the next ten years, up until this very day. My goal of all of this is for you all to see how flawed the upper class is, hopefully, you can see how they care more about fashion and looking fresh rather than the wellbeing of others."

The last sentence struck a chord with him, he and Terrador had a lot more in common than he originally thought. He flipped over to the next important entry, which was written twelve years later when he was fifty-two.

"Something is different about me, yet I can't explain what it is. Last week, there was a meteorite that blew up. Ever since that night, Sea Critters from all around the world have started to change, it reminds me of the superpowers in those sci-fi movies that I never got the chance to watch. I noticed my signs only an hour ago, tiny pebbles from the ground started to move and hover around me. I don't understand anything. I think I can control the very Terra."

The line cut off after the last sentence before picking up on a new paragraph.

"What if, these powers, these gifts are the gifts from the gods above us, giving us all the light we needed. Maybe this was all a part of the great plan all along. I guess only time will tell..."

Bolton quickly read through the next couple of pages, nothing he read was fascinating to him, that was until the last one, one written only recently.

"I understand now. I understand what I have to do, what we have to do. The only way for Inkopolis to listen to us, for the world to listen is to teach them a lesson. Teach them that they shouldn't listen to those idiots who dress up as heroes but instead, listen to a man who went through it all. The gods said to treat others the way you want to be treated, I guess they've all decided how they wanted to be treated. I'll lead us all into Inkopolis and take down the upper class, only then can the world realize how much they wronged us."

And that was it, that was Terrador's final diary entry. Bolton backed away, trying to process everything.

His senses started to go crazy. His eyes widened before turning around to see Terrador at the door.

"Mr Vulcan, you really are a mysterious one."

He said with a sinister grin.

"I can feel your very trembles from the ground. You have nothing to worry about, you haven't pissed me off, not yet at least, so it's only right that I don't punish you. However, if you ever wrong me, whether it be betrayal, disobedience or an invasion of my privacy, I will kill you, Mr Vulcan. Do I make myself clear?"

Bolton gave Terrador a nervous stare as he stepped out the way of the door, allowing him to leave the house. Bolton walked out in a flash, not wanting to be in his presence anymore.

P R E S E N T D A Y . . .

"I told you that wronging me again would lead to your death. Here you are disobeying my orders."

He told him.

"Why would I obey a dictator?"

Bolton asked, still not facing his direction.

"Because starting a simple protest isn't going to do anything. One day, you'll learn that the only way to send a message to the world is through dictatorship."

He explained to him.

" me for this event, Mr Vulcan, maybe your wife and children will be at peace."

"When I moved to Baxter, I ed intending to live a life of peace."

He told him.

"I will never your conquest, I'd much rather do things my own way. If you stand in my way again, you're going down."

Terrador frowned with anger, his fists were clenched.

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Stay out of my way, Nathan Pertch."

He replied. The mention of his real name struck a nerve in Terrador.

Seconds later, Terrador lifting a boulder from the ground and turning them all into small spikes. He sent each of the spikes. Bolton put up a flame shield and managed to take down most of the spikes, a couple of the spikes got through and cut his face.

"I knew you were too pathetic and weak to understand the truth. This was all a part of the great plan. Maybe I should've taken care of your pathetic excuse for a family first. Maybe then you could've realized that the plan of the gods is the only way that could work!"

Another nerve was struck, causing Bolton to lash out at Terrador, running forward towards him. Terrador sent larger spikes towards his way. Unfortunately for him, the larger size only made it easier for Bolton to dodge. Now, he was vulnerable with no more time to react, he didn't have the fighting skills and the senses that Bolton had. Bolton clenched his right fist as it ignited with flames.

S L A M ! ! !

One punch to Terrador's face knocked him back to the ground. Terrador groaned, trying to get back on his feet, only to get knocked back down by a fireball. Bolton pressed his right hand down onto Terrador's left eye before igniting it with flames, burning it. Terrador let out a scream of pain.

"This is your last warning. If you get in my way again, I'll kill you myself."

He whispered before removing his hand, leaving behind a severe burn on his eye. He stood up and walked to the end of the pathway.

W H O O S H ! ! !

He unleashed a flamethrower all around him, completely burning the environment. He took one last glance at Terrador, who was slowly trying to get back up, before walking into the forest.

T O B E C O N T I N U E D . . .

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T H X F O R R E A D I N G ! ! !

Thx for reading the penultimate Chapter of Bolton: A Splat Force Story. Now we are all set up for next weeks finale, which surprisingly arrives on Boxing Day. All I can say for next week's finale is: prepare to see Bolton fight in the most vicious, brutal and deadly ways you could imagine, so stay tuned for that. Until next time, stay safe out there! ^^

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