NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 247: Finding Michael

John couldn’t find Amber anywhere until he went to the terrace on the roof later that day.

"There you are," he exclaimed as he saw Amber sitting in the sun setting in the horizon.

"Oh, hi, John." She turned and smiled at him, her blonde hair shining in the sunlight.

"Aren’t you a bit overdressed for the apocalypse?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"What’s wrong with a skirt?

John chuckled. "Nothing, I guess."

"What’s got you down like this? People have been looking all over for you."

Amber sighed. "I’m fine. Just having some girl problems. Don’t worry about it."

"Girl problems, huh?" John smirked.

Amber glared at him.

"You think it’s funny? Really?"

"No," John replied, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"I’m sorry. I was just joking. But, seriously, is everything okay?"

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"Yeah, I’m fine."

"You’re not acting fine," John pressed, stepping closer.

Amber sighed again. "Fine. I got my period, okay?"

John chuckled.

"Stop laughing at me! It’s not funny. I’m bloated, crampy, and exhausted."

"Yes, yes, I know that’s not pretty; that’s not what this is. Tell me what’s really bothering you."

Amber was silent for a moment.

"Well, I..." she hesitated, and John waited patiently for her to continue. "I got a letter from Michael."

John’s nose wrinkled.

"How did that get past me? How did you get this letter?"

"He sent a note with a messenger bird. I got the letter and the bird disappeared, so it must be some sort of System Skill."

"What did the letter say?" John asked, frowning.

"He says he’s going to get me back and... and..."

Amber couldn’t finish her words, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes.

John stepped forward and wrapped her in a hug, letting her cry against his chest.

John felt her body shaking as she wept, his heart aching for her. He knew how much Michael’s threats had hurt Amber, and he wanted to protect her from any more pain.

"Shh, it’s okay," he murmured, rubbing circles on her back. "I won’t let him hurt you. I promise."

Amber sniffled and looked up at him, her copper brown eyes swimming with tears. "But what if he does? What if he finds me and takes me back?"

John’s expression hardened. "He won’t. I won’t let him."

Amber nodded, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "Thank you," she whispered.

John smiled and hugged her again. "Always," he said.

The setting sun painted the sky in brilliant oranges and reds, casting their silhouettes in a warm glow. They stood there in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company and the moment.

"Let’s go inside," Amber murmured, breaking the silence.

"Alright," John nodded and escorted her inside.

John, Amber and Mika had dinner together, and John had explained his plans and told Amber not to worry about Michael. He knew what he had to do.

...

In the middle of the night, John’s silhouette jumped out of the window of a tall skyscraper. Before gravity could take hold, his body was was sent soaring upward by his Shockwave skill.

A faint purple haze followed him, as his Haze Veil shrouded his body.

The next moment, he shot forward with the momentum from the Shockwave and began gliding towards his destination.

He was flying through the air, propelled by the Shockwave and cloaked by his Haze Veil.

John felt the wind rushing past him, the night air cool on his skin.

He spotted the building he was aiming for and adjusted his trajectory.

Suddenly, his momentum was lost, and he was falling towards the ground.

With confidence, he used his Shockwave skill again to slow down and soften his landing.

The purple haze surrounding his body disappeared and then, he disappeared from the area.

The next second, he was inside a building and approaching the target room, his Quiet Steps skill hiding his presence.

The building was silent, but he had recently learned he could use his Appraisal Skill through walls and he knew there were exactly 5 men in the next room.

Without hesitation, John pushed open the door and stepped inside.

A lone lamp cast a faint light throughout the room, illuminating five men sitting around a table. They were dressed in loose clothing and seemed relaxed, but John could sense the tension in the room.

"Who’s there?" one man spoke, his voice raspy.

The other three men turned their heads towards the door, their eyes locking on John’s form.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man barked.

"I’m your worst nightmare," John replied, his tone even.

The five men immediately jumped to their feet, their chairs clattering to the floor.

"What are you doing here, punk?" another man sneered.

John stood tall, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the men.

"You idiots will tell me where I can find Michael. If you want to keep your lives, that is."

The men shared a look and smirked, before turning their attention back to John.

"And why would we do that?" the third man asked.

"Because if you don’t, I will kill you all," John replied, his voice calm and level.

The five men laughed.

"You think you can take us all on by yourself?"

"Let me show you," John said.

The men broke into laughter again, but their smiles vanished along with John’s figure.

One of the men suddenly collapsed to the floor, his body lying motionless.

"What the-" the second man managed to blurt out, before he too fell to his knees, clutching at his throat, his eyes wide and bulging.

The remaining three men began to panic, looking frantically around the room.

John appeared once more, standing before them, a look of grim determination on his face.

"W-what’s going on? What have you done?" the third man sputtered.

"What does it look like? I’m killing you," John replied, his tone emotionless.

The fourth and fifth men exchanged a look and began to rush at him, but before they could reach him, they were sent flying through the air as if struck by an invisible force, before slamming violently into the wall.

John strode towards them, his face a mask of cold fury.

"P-please... d-don’t... k-kill... m-me..."

John reached the fifth man and looked down at him.

"Speak. Where is Michael?"

"H-he’s... in the... m-mine..."

The fifth man slumped to the floor, his body lifeless.