### Title: Echoes of Isla Vista
In the shadows of the internet, a small group formed a community that idolized the infamous Elliot Rodger, feeding on a mix of fascination and twisted admiration. Over twenty years after his deadly rampage in Isla Vista, they concocted a daring plan: to resurrect him, blending dark magic with the latest technology. They believed that by bringing him back, they could somehow reclaim the chaos he once unleashed.
Gathered in a dimly lit basement, the group chanted ancient incantations while simultaneously manipulating holographic displays of blueprints for a device that pulsed with energy. The air crackled as they performed their ritual, a mix of desperation and excitement swirling among them.
Suddenly, a surge of energy exploded in the center of their circle, and in a flash, Elliot Rodger was resurrected. His once youthful face now bore the ghastly sheen of grey, decomposing skin, while his eyes glowed a sinister red. The group gazed in awe as he stirred, rising to his feet with superhuman grace.
"Welcome back," one of them whispered, a mix of reverence and fear.
But Rodger's first actions were not to thank them; instead, a primal rage surged through him. With newfound strength and speed, he launched at his creators, taking them down one by one with brutal efficiency. Panic erupted as they realized their mistake too late; the man they had idolized was now a terrifying force, no longer restrained by the limitations of mortality.
With the basement in chaos, Rodger tore through the streets of Isla Vista, his rage unrestrained. Buildings crumbled under his strength, doors splintered with a mere flick of his wrist, and anyone in his path fell victim to his wrath. The screams of the innocent echoed as he made his way to a nearby sorority house, his insatiable hunger for destruction igniting further.
As he smashed through the door, a desperate man behind him fired a gun, the sound of the shots piercing the night. But Rodger, now a grotesque embodiment of death, rotated his head with unnatural fluidity, shooting lasers from his glowing eyes. The man was incinerated in an instant, leaving nothing but ash.
Inside the sorority, chaos ensued as terrified students scrambled to hide. But Rodger's newfound tracking abilities allowed him to find them with ease, dispatching them one by one with a terrifying efficiency. The streets soon ran red, a testament to his relentless pursuit of carnage.
As the night wore on, clubgoers at a nearby venue found themselves caught in Rodger's path. Amidst the music and laughter, he recognized a familiar face—someone who had survived his previous rampage. The fleeting glimmer of recognition turned into a haunting dread as he made his way toward them, intent on finishing what he had started.
By now, the police had arrived, firing bullets into Rodger’s decaying form. He staggered, seemingly wounded, but to their horror, he began to regenerate, each wound knitting itself back together. Officers fell before him, their bravado crushed under his overwhelming strength.
As chaos engulfed Isla Vista, the military was called in. Tanks rolled onto the scene, helicopters hovered overhead, and soldiers took their positions, ready to face the unstoppable force, however, they were still no match to Rodger. One tank driver unleashed a barrage of firepower, engulfing Rodger in flames. But when the smoke cleared, he was gone, having teleported inside the tank to end the driver’s life in a swift, brutal motion.
Hope seemed lost as the body count rose. But then, from the horizon, a figure clad in orange appeared—a beacon of light amidst the darkness.
"I am the hope of the universe," Goku proclaimed, his voice carrying over the chaos. "I am the answer to all living things that cry out for peace. I am protector of the innocent. I am the light in the darkness. I am truth"
The crowd turned, watching as Goku readied himself, his aura flaring. "Ally to good, nightmare to you!" he shouted, charging at Rodger.
The two clashed, a whirlwind of fists and energy illuminating the night. Rodger’s monstrous form, now a blend of rage and decay, surged to new heights, morphing into a grotesque abomination. Goku, unfazed, transformed into Super Saiyan Blue, but quickly reverted to the regular Super Saiyan form, believing it would be "overkill."
With swift, practiced movements, Goku unleashed his Kamehameha wave, obliterating Rodger's monstrous form in a blinding flash of light. The air shimmered with residual energy as Goku stood victorious.
With the immediate threat neutralized, Goku turned to the grieving survivors, using the Dragon Balls to resurrect those lost in the rampage. The air was thick with relief and gratitude, but Goku wasn’t done yet.
For his second wish, he erased Elliot Rodger from history, ensuring no one would ever know of his existence again. The night began to fade into dawn, the horrors of the previous hours dissipating like smoke.
As the sun rose over Isla Vista, the community awoke, unaware of the nightmare that had been averted, free from the shadows of a past that would never haunt them again.
