Chapter 1 Supreme Commander In Hills Valley!

• The helicopter’s rotors slowed, kicking up a gritty wind that swept across the platform. Boots struck the ground in perfect unison as the waiting soldiers dropped to one knee, voices ringing with unwavering respect.
• “Welcome home, Supreme Commander”
• “Victory belongs to you, Supreme Commander!”
• “Hills Valley salutes you!”
• A man stepped out, dressed in simple, ordinary clothes of plain shirt and jeans, yet the atmosphere changed the moment he set foot on the platform. Logan Pierce didn’t need medals or a uniform to be noticed; his presence alone was enough.
• He was the nation’s first and only Supreme Commander a rank earned through key victories that had altered the course of conflicts. His strategies had forced entire enemy divisions to surrender, ending battles before they could escalate.
• The units he had formed were the Ironclad Vanguard, the Black Talons, and the Stormfront Cavalry. These units were well-known among both allies and adversaries, their names appearing in military reports and strategic briefings.
• To his comrades, Logan was a trusted leader. To his opponents, he was a challenge they hoped never to face. And to everyone here, he wasn’t just a commander but he was proof of what decisive leadership could achieve.
• Logan’s eyes moved over the kneeling soldiers. He didn’t say anything because he didn’t need to. Because his silence carried the weight of a man whose decisions had shaped the outcomes of wars.
• The woman rose from her knee and approached, her voice steady.
• “Commander,” she said, saluting, “you have returned to Hills Valley after so many years. Do you have any orders for us?”
• Logan’s jaw tensed. A familiar shadow crept into his eyes as an old memory clawed its way to the surface, one that had haunted him for a decade. His voice, when it came, was low but edged with steel.
• “Have you found out who conspired against me and my family? Who caused our deaths… ten years ago?”
• Olivia’s gaze hardened. “Yes, Commander. The Griffins, the Fletchers, and the Armstrongs… They worked together to destroy the Pierce family.”
• For a heartbeat, silence hung between them. Then Logan’s lips curved into a cold, dangerous smile.
• “So… my ex-wife truly conspired with them.” His tone dripped with bitter amusement. “The Fletchers… they do have guts.”
• Once, the Pierce family had been the beating heart of Hills Valley, unmatched in military might, wealth, and political influence. And yet, that empire had been reduced to ash in a single night.
• Logan had loved Clara Fletcher with a devotion that blinded him. He never knew she had been planted as a pawn placed into his life by her family and even by those closest to his family, including the very family that had served as the Pierces’ drivers. The betrayal ran so deep it cut into his bones.
• The conspiracy had ended with fire and blood. His parents, his siblings… all slaughtered. Logan alone had escaped, fleeing into the night, carrying nothing but the clothes on his back and the searing memory of the inferno.
• His flight had led him to another city. But instead of finding refuge, he had been captured as an illegal immigrant and thrown into prison. Fate, however, had a strange sense of humor. From that prison, he was transferred into the military under special circumstances.
• There, he had clawed his way up — step by brutal step — until he became one of the most feared commanders in the nation. He had turned hopeless battles into victories, conquered territories others deemed impregnable, and even earned the loyalty of top-ranking officials abroad.
• And now, he was home.
• “It seems,” Logan said slowly, his voice laced with venom, “I will pay each of these families a visit… and make them answer for what they did ten years ago.”
• Olivia nodded. “Commander, I should inform you… there is a banquet tonight at the Fletcher estate. They are celebrating their new rank in Hills Valley. Your ex-wife has grown in both influence and military strength over the years. And they had sent a special invite to the Supreme Commander.”
• Logan’s scoff was sharp and humorless. “How amusing. She thought she could escape justice forever?” His eyes narrowed to slits. “Very well. I will attend since they want to see the Supreme Commander.” He drew sarcastically.
• “I will give them one final chance to confess… and atone for their sins. If they refuse…”
• His hand clenched at his side, knuckles white, his body thrumming with contained rage.
• “…I will make them feel the pain I have carried all these years. And when they beg for death, I will deny them mercy.”
• The words hung in the air, heavy and merciless.
• At once, the soldiers straightened, slamming fists to their chests in salute. Their voices boomed across the platform:
• “Hail the Supreme Commander!”
• “May his enemies hide their heads in fear!”
• The wind from the helicopter blades finally died away, but the echo of their chant carried far across Hills Valley. And in that moment, every man and woman present knew that the valley’s darkest reckoning had just begun.
• The grand hall of the Fletcher estate gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. Plush crimson carpets stretched beneath the polished marble floors, and tables laden with exquisite dishes lined the perimeter. The air buzzed with laughter and murmurs, the clinking of glasses punctuating conversations as Hill Valley’s elite gathered for the Fletcher family banquet.
• “Have you heard the news?” whispered one guest to another, a gleam of excitement in their eyes.
• “The powerful Supreme Commander is returning tonight,” the other replied, barely able to keep his voice low. “They say his return will change everything.”
• A woman sipped her champagne, nodding thoughtfully. “It’s been years since anyone of his rank dared show their face in these parts. The military world whispers his name with both reverence and fear.”
• Nearby, a group of well-dressed men exchanged knowing glances.
• “The richest in the city tried to see him at the airport,” one said with a smirk, “but he was turned away without ceremony.”
• “Conrad Owens waited for hours, but no luck,” another added. “Clearly, the Supreme Commander answers to no one.”
• The buzz of gossip and speculation rose steadily, filling the room with electric tension.
• At the center of it all, Peter Fletcher, patriarch of the family, smiled confidently. “Tonight, we honor our legacy — and perhaps, welcome a man who will shake the very foundations of Hills Valley.”
• His children and close relatives nodded, faces bright with pride and barely contained excitement.
• But among the guests, a whisper passed, tinged with doubt.
• “Do you think he’ll come?”
• “After so long away? It’s hard to believe.”
• Yet, as the last note of the string quartet faded into the background, a hush fell over the room.
• The massive double doors at the far end of the hall swung open.
• A tall figure stood framed by the entryway’s golden light, his broad shoulders casting a shadow that stretched across the polished floor.
• Logan Pierce stepped forward, his plain, unadorned clothing stark against the opulence surrounding him. His eyes swept the crowd, unflinching and calm.
• A ripple passed through the guests — some gasped softly, others leaned in, barely daring to breathe.
• Clara Fletcher’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, dripping with sarcasm and scorn. Of all things, she wasn’t expecting to see the ex-husband she thought she had disposed of forever.
• “Well, well… if it isn’t the prodigal Pierce. Who would have thought you had survived that fire.”
• Logan eyed her dangerously with malice.
• Clara didn’t bother to show an ounce of remorse. He had half-expected this. Of course, she has planned his downfall.
• Her brothers, Finn, Nathan, and Oscar flanked her, each wearing a different expression. Finn’s smirk was playful but cruel, Nathan’s jaw clenched with thinly veiled hostility, and Oscar’s eyes burned with open disdain.
• Logan’s gaze locked onto them, steady and cold.
• “You speak as if I’m a ghost haunting your memories,” he said quietly, voice laced with bitter amusement.
• “A ghost?” Finn mocked. “You and your foolish family that were paraded as the most powerful in Hills Valley were wiped out. If I didn’t know better, I would think you had crawled out of the grave to beg!”
• Laugher erupted in the room at his jest.
• Logan’s blood boiled.
• Nathan took a step forward. “What’s with that look Logan? Why have you come back? Uh? Looking for some pity?” He pouted in mock.
• “You have no idea what you are doing, Nathan. You are digging your own bloody grave.” Logan replied almost amusedly.
• These people were expecting him to come here to beg. But toying with them before the final blow made more sense.
• “Ouch…”Nathan feigned a frightened look. “I am so scared.” His voice rang out in a mimicry cry while Logan chuckled cynically as he thought aloud
• You will soon witness real horror, Nathan.
• Oscar’s lips curled into a sneer. “Careful, Pierce. Some of us haven’t forgotten the fire. We can create one to burn you again….with ease.” He added causally.
• Finn chuckled darkly. “Or the disgrace. Apparently his family had received news of their stocks and properties being snatched from them before being gutted up in the fire.”
• “It sounds interesting to you, Finn. Like some comedy, isn’t it?” Logan asked casually, making sure these people didn't see him break. “Don’t worry, I will recreate a similar scene for you and your family.”
• Finn began to laugh again, obviously taking Logan for a joke. Logan smiled with him as if he too wasn’t serious.
• Only if they knew.
• The guests shifted uncomfortably, the atmosphere thickening with tension.
• Clara raised a delicate hand, silencing the murmurs.
• “You should mind how you run your mouth, Logan,” Finn said coldly. “We’re expecting the Supreme Commander at this banquet tonight. Do yourself a favor and leave before you bring more trouble on yourself.”
• Logan’s lips twitched into a quiet chuckle.
• “Supreme Commander,” he repeated slowly, almost savoring the words. “And you honestly think you’re worthy to celebrate in the same hall… or even breathe the same air as him?”
• “How dare you!” Finn snapped, his face flushing. “He accepted our invitation himself, the most powerful man in Hills Valley. If you know what’s good for you, disappear.”
• Logan’s gaze swept lazily over them, his amusement plain. They really had no idea.
• Oscar stepped in with a self-satisfied smirk. “Now that is a man worthy of respect. The Fletchers are lucky to host him. Not like some people who can’t even manage their own lives.”
• Logan tilted his head, his voice dripping with irony. “If you insist… Just be careful what you celebrate.” His eyes gleamed as he let the words hang in the air. “Because the Supreme Commander, the man you all worship and can’t wait to see might just be the one who brings you to tears.”