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Authors: Grayson Queen
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children screaming insanities, thinking that having a gun made them men. If guns made them men, what did that make Ann Marie?
Looking at her hands in the firelight, she pondered the question. If she had been born in a village like this, the people would probably think she was a demon. Maybe she was? Maybe that's the source of her powers? Even after reading all the books on Super-Humans, they all said the same thing. There was no single, direct explanation for Super-Human powers. Some people had it in their genes. Others got them through freak accidents and on occasion sometimes they were granted by higher beings. Maybe one night the jackal came to her mother and made her a bargain? She would never know.
The sound of a truck coming up the road caught her attention. The men on watch started shouting to each other as they tried to blockade the main entrance. Some of the sleeping villagers began to stir. Anne Marie’s instinct said to wake everyone, get them to safety, get them running. She knew that the LRA would only chase them down. So she would stand her ground and protect them here.
Anne Marie whispered to herself, “You can't save everybody.”
Gunfire rattled off. It was a loud enough wake up call. Instantly, the entire village was awake. The truck stopped at the entrance. There was a machine gun mounted on the back and a man at the trigger. He fired randomly into the village. On foot, more soldiers were coming up the road. They’d be at the wall in a few minutes.
Sprinting right and swinging around the side of the truck, Anne Marie knew what she had to do. The gun was the biggest threat. She flexed her hands, and her nails extended like three inch claws. These were not fingernails or talons, but something more; able to cut through steel or man with ease.
The rebel behind the machine gun didn't hear or see her coming. She put one foot on the tire and leapt up into the truck bed. Her right hand pierced his side, slipping between the ribs. He turned to face her, and Anne Marie hit him in the chest with her other hand. The claws raked and chipped the bone. The man toppled backwards off the side of the truck. The driver of the truck looked back to see what had happened. Anne Marie wasted no time punching through the glass and killing him. She swung the fifty caliber weapon to face outwards through the gates.
“Come, come,” she called to a villager who was running past. He stopped not quite sure to make of a twelve-year-old girl with a machine gun. “Come shoot this thing,” she said to him. “Now, before they get here.”
The idea seemed right to him, so he climbed into the truck. Anne Marie left him, hoping fear wouldn’t get the better of the man. She headed back to the center of the village looking for any soldiers that might have slipped by the guards. Even still, with her enhanced night vision it was too dark to see much of anything, so she stopped and listened for shooting. The soldiers loved to fire at everything.
There. Towards the back.
She sprinted full speed into the danger. This side of the village was nearly pitch black. A burst of gunfire lit up a hut. As the man came out holding his AK-47 and laughing, Anne Marie struck. With a single swipe, she cut the gun in half, taking his hand off in the process. For several heart beats, the man had no idea what had happened. Then by the time Anne Marie had spotted another man, the first one was screaming. He called out to his friends for help.
It was the perfect opportunity for an ambush.
Two soldiers found their friend lying on the ground crying to himself. They made it too easy, staring at their friend, backs open. The villagers were rarely a danger, so the men were over confident. Anne Marie came out from the darkness severing their spinal cords in a single slash. Their deaths were instant. Then she gathered their guns and went to find some villagers
Looking at her hands in the firelight, she pondered the question. If she had been born in a village like this, the people would probably think she was a demon. Maybe she was? Maybe that's the source of her powers? Even after reading all the books on Super-Humans, they all said the same thing. There was no single, direct explanation for Super-Human powers. Some people had it in their genes. Others got them through freak accidents and on occasion sometimes they were granted by higher beings. Maybe one night the jackal came to her mother and made her a bargain? She would never know.
The sound of a truck coming up the road caught her attention. The men on watch started shouting to each other as they tried to blockade the main entrance. Some of the sleeping villagers began to stir. Anne Marie’s instinct said to wake everyone, get them to safety, get them running. She knew that the LRA would only chase them down. So she would stand her ground and protect them here.
Anne Marie whispered to herself, “You can't save everybody.”
Gunfire rattled off. It was a loud enough wake up call. Instantly, the entire village was awake. The truck stopped at the entrance. There was a machine gun mounted on the back and a man at the trigger. He fired randomly into the village. On foot, more soldiers were coming up the road. They’d be at the wall in a few minutes.
Sprinting right and swinging around the side of the truck, Anne Marie knew what she had to do. The gun was the biggest threat. She flexed her hands, and her nails extended like three inch claws. These were not fingernails or talons, but something more; able to cut through steel or man with ease.
The rebel behind the machine gun didn't hear or see her coming. She put one foot on the tire and leapt up into the truck bed. Her right hand pierced his side, slipping between the ribs. He turned to face her, and Anne Marie hit him in the chest with her other hand. The claws raked and chipped the bone. The man toppled backwards off the side of the truck. The driver of the truck looked back to see what had happened. Anne Marie wasted no time punching through the glass and killing him. She swung the fifty caliber weapon to face outwards through the gates.
“Come, come,” she called to a villager who was running past. He stopped not quite sure to make of a twelve-year-old girl with a machine gun. “Come shoot this thing,” she said to him. “Now, before they get here.”
The idea seemed right to him, so he climbed into the truck. Anne Marie left him, hoping fear wouldn’t get the better of the man. She headed back to the center of the village looking for any soldiers that might have slipped by the guards. Even still, with her enhanced night vision it was too dark to see much of anything, so she stopped and listened for shooting. The soldiers loved to fire at everything.
There. Towards the back.
She sprinted full speed into the danger. This side of the village was nearly pitch black. A burst of gunfire lit up a hut. As the man came out holding his AK-47 and laughing, Anne Marie struck. With a single swipe, she cut the gun in half, taking his hand off in the process. For several heart beats, the man had no idea what had happened. Then by the time Anne Marie had spotted another man, the first one was screaming. He called out to his friends for help.
It was the perfect opportunity for an ambush.
Two soldiers found their friend lying on the ground crying to himself. They made it too easy, staring at their friend, backs open. The villagers were rarely a danger, so the men were over confident. Anne Marie came out from the darkness severing their spinal cords in a single slash. Their deaths were instant. Then she gathered their guns and went to find some villagers
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