lips sped through a hushed prayer. She looked a minute from breaking down.
“Let’s try this again,” Stan said.
Dr. Louboutin swiped his key card and then lifted his fire extinguisher. Stan ripped the door open and Dr. Louboutin laid a thick suppressant cover. He blasted in half circles about him, adding fog to an already clouded space.
The hallway was an eerie, smoky span cast in sunrise colors. Little flecks of ash swirled in the smoke. If the heat weren’t present, it would’ve been a cool autumn morning in the hallway.
Vicky fell in behind her husband. Stormy cleared the door next, followed closely by Matt and Stan. A female super lunged out of the corner and headed straight for them.
Matt sacked the super with full force and knocked her into the wall. Stormy wanted to run, but couldn’t stop watching Matt pound the living shit out of the girl. The smoke made it look like they were two normal people, perhaps a teenage girl being knocked around by her boyfriend. Matt appeared menacing as he repeatedly smashed her body into the wall.
The fire extinguisher sent Ghost Rider flying backward. He hit the floor and lay twitching, covered in suppressant. Dr. Louboutin stepped sideways to avoid him, only to be taken from behind by a set of smoldering arms. Vicky screamed and grabbed her husband, but was thrown back as he wrestled with the second super.
Dr. Louboutin held the fire extinguisher over his head and fired it on the gaping jaws behind him. He backed away as he sprayed, checking intermittently for Ghost Rider. Vicky regrouped and became Dr. Louboutin’s shadow.
A well-fed fire engulfed the super that knocked Stan off his feet, and then followed him to the floor. Stan rolled out of the super’s landing zone, hopped back to his feet, and stomped on his abdomen. Murky fluids sprayed across Stan’s shirt when he smashed a trash can down on the super’s head. He hissed and ripped Stan’s feet out from under him. They tumbled around until the super righted himself and hit Stan so hard he flew into a wall.
Stormy fired three shots into the smoke. One damn near hit Stan, the other killed a picture frame, but the third went completely through the super’s neck. The shot didn’t kill the super, but it bought Stan enough time to get the hell out of his way.
Arms out, Ghost Rider barreled back in front of Dr. Louboutin and blocked his path. White spray clung to his skin and foamed on his clothes as he launched at the doctor. He was too close and too fast to be sprayed again. Instead, Dr. Louboutin smashed the fire extinguisher through his skull. Annoyance laced with adrenaline coated his face as he wrenched the bottom of the metal cylinder back up out of Ghost Rider’s crushed skull.
Just as quickly as he had halted, the doctor was off again, never once looking back for the rest of the group. If Vicky hadn’t been on his tail, she would’ve been lost for sure. For a heavy-set, terrified woman, she moved pretty steadily.
Stan snuck up on Stormy as she stomped on the super’s neck to fully separate it from his body. There was no need to waste another bullet. He yanked her sleeve. “We’re outta here. C’mon.”
Then he was gone.
Stormy turned in time to see a hazy shadow in front of her grow smaller. She squinted and realized it was Stan running away. She followed as best she could in the smoke and ignored the commotion behind her. That pained cry wasn’t human. She didn’t dare look back for an image she didn’t want burned permanently into her memory.
Dr. Louboutin lay down a suppressant cover and advanced. The group followed closely, taking large spaces when they could and slowing down when debris or supers delayed them.
Stormy’s arms ached from holding the gun out in front of her. She could feel her muscles quake as she moved the weapon from side to side. Her steps were clumsy. She couldn’t see the ground through the smoke and could only glance at the floor
“Let’s try this again,” Stan said.
Dr. Louboutin swiped his key card and then lifted his fire extinguisher. Stan ripped the door open and Dr. Louboutin laid a thick suppressant cover. He blasted in half circles about him, adding fog to an already clouded space.
The hallway was an eerie, smoky span cast in sunrise colors. Little flecks of ash swirled in the smoke. If the heat weren’t present, it would’ve been a cool autumn morning in the hallway.
Vicky fell in behind her husband. Stormy cleared the door next, followed closely by Matt and Stan. A female super lunged out of the corner and headed straight for them.
Matt sacked the super with full force and knocked her into the wall. Stormy wanted to run, but couldn’t stop watching Matt pound the living shit out of the girl. The smoke made it look like they were two normal people, perhaps a teenage girl being knocked around by her boyfriend. Matt appeared menacing as he repeatedly smashed her body into the wall.
The fire extinguisher sent Ghost Rider flying backward. He hit the floor and lay twitching, covered in suppressant. Dr. Louboutin stepped sideways to avoid him, only to be taken from behind by a set of smoldering arms. Vicky screamed and grabbed her husband, but was thrown back as he wrestled with the second super.
Dr. Louboutin held the fire extinguisher over his head and fired it on the gaping jaws behind him. He backed away as he sprayed, checking intermittently for Ghost Rider. Vicky regrouped and became Dr. Louboutin’s shadow.
A well-fed fire engulfed the super that knocked Stan off his feet, and then followed him to the floor. Stan rolled out of the super’s landing zone, hopped back to his feet, and stomped on his abdomen. Murky fluids sprayed across Stan’s shirt when he smashed a trash can down on the super’s head. He hissed and ripped Stan’s feet out from under him. They tumbled around until the super righted himself and hit Stan so hard he flew into a wall.
Stormy fired three shots into the smoke. One damn near hit Stan, the other killed a picture frame, but the third went completely through the super’s neck. The shot didn’t kill the super, but it bought Stan enough time to get the hell out of his way.
Arms out, Ghost Rider barreled back in front of Dr. Louboutin and blocked his path. White spray clung to his skin and foamed on his clothes as he launched at the doctor. He was too close and too fast to be sprayed again. Instead, Dr. Louboutin smashed the fire extinguisher through his skull. Annoyance laced with adrenaline coated his face as he wrenched the bottom of the metal cylinder back up out of Ghost Rider’s crushed skull.
Just as quickly as he had halted, the doctor was off again, never once looking back for the rest of the group. If Vicky hadn’t been on his tail, she would’ve been lost for sure. For a heavy-set, terrified woman, she moved pretty steadily.
Stan snuck up on Stormy as she stomped on the super’s neck to fully separate it from his body. There was no need to waste another bullet. He yanked her sleeve. “We’re outta here. C’mon.”
Then he was gone.
Stormy turned in time to see a hazy shadow in front of her grow smaller. She squinted and realized it was Stan running away. She followed as best she could in the smoke and ignored the commotion behind her. That pained cry wasn’t human. She didn’t dare look back for an image she didn’t want burned permanently into her memory.
Dr. Louboutin lay down a suppressant cover and advanced. The group followed closely, taking large spaces when they could and slowing down when debris or supers delayed them.
Stormy’s arms ached from holding the gun out in front of her. She could feel her muscles quake as she moved the weapon from side to side. Her steps were clumsy. She couldn’t see the ground through the smoke and could only glance at the floor
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