Mia
said.
"Tyler!" Becca said,
angrily.
"You think you're the only one who
got hurt?" Tyler asked.
Mia was silent.
"Well you're wrong," he said.
"Dead wrong."
CHAPTER THREE
"LEAVE HER ALONE!"
Mia slapped a hand at them and
yellow energy lashed out, knocking Tyler and Becca to the ground.
Amber stumbled forward, looked confused, then turned to the right
and began shambling in the direction of the base's main
gate.
"Amber!" Mia called, chasing after
her.
Tyler crawled painfully to his
feet, and extended a hand to help Becca stand up. "What the hell?"
he said. "Why did she attack us?"
"She doesn't need a reason,
haven't you noticed?" Becca said, watching Mia run after the pale
girl. "She's a crazy fucking bitch."
"Never mind her, this could be bad," Tyler
said.
The wall of the hangar shook with a massive
impact, and a large section of it broke free and crashed to the
ground. Two men, one hugely muscled, the other pimply-faced with
greasy brown hair, ran through the opening. Both were completely
naked. They ran past Tyler and Becca and toward the base proper.
Once Tyler saw what was behind them, he understood why they were
running.
"Holy fuck," said Becca.
The thing that had been Brock Kenney emerged
from the hangar, his massive form towering above the others who
came forward around him, soldiers who had been transformed into
circuitry-covered cybernetic zombies.
"facialrecignitionengaged. Ooo BeccaLICIOUS!
targetacquired."
"You have got to be kidding me," said
Tyler.
______________________
When Tyler opened the door, the sight of
Becca standing there the hallway surprised him. He hadn't seen her
since the rooftop.
"Hey," he said.
"Can I come in?" She looked like she was
dressed for a night at the clubs: black top, tight gold pants, and
thigh high black boots.
"Sure," he said. "How did you find my
apartment?"
She stepped inside, looking around. "Are you
kidding? I went to your house, your mom said you moved, I asked
where, and bam, it all popped into her head. Like always."
"So you read my mom's mind. Nice."
"I do that," she said with a grin. She
looked like she wanted to sit down, so Tyler moved a pile of
scripts off a chair. She sat. Tyler sat on the corner of the bed,
facing her.
"I thought Kevin said it was dangerous for
us to be together. Something about the end of the world?"
"I remember." She bit her bottom lip. "Look,
I just...this isn't easy, but after everything that
happened..."
"Ah it's...don't worry about it."
"I think about it a lot. I thought I'd come
here, we'd go out, have a few drinks?"
"Oh. Uh, sure." Tyler stood. "I know a good
club, couple of blocks over. Let me get dressed."
She nodded.
"Oh," Tyler said, "one thing though: this
isn't gonna end with you making me wash your hair, is it?"
Becca laughed. "Play your cards right,
gorgeous."
All eyes were on them as they made their way
on to the dance floor. Tyler was wearing a long sleeved blue shirt,
black slacks, and black leather shoes. Atop his head of jet black
hair was a black fedora.
"Are you serious with that hat?" she
said.
"Dead serious."
"You look like Matt Bomer," she said.
"I get that a lot," he said with a smile,
revealing perfect white teeth.
Becca rolled her eyes. "Oh lord."
Tyler laughed. "Come on. Let's dance."
He spun her up against him, one hand
slipping behind her back. His feet moved smoothly across the floor
as he whisked her to the center of the crowd.
"You're a good dancer," she said.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he said.
After the song ended, space began to clear
on the floor. Another song began, and Tyler stepped away from her.
"Watch this," he said.
He began with a simple tap step, one of the
earliest things he'd learned in dance. Others backed up and formed
a circle around him, Becca joining it. Tyler began to slide back
and forth, mixing his tap with a hip hop swing of the arms and
hips, finally bringing his arms backward and dropping to the floor,
flipping his body over
said.
"Tyler!" Becca said,
angrily.
"You think you're the only one who
got hurt?" Tyler asked.
Mia was silent.
"Well you're wrong," he said.
"Dead wrong."
CHAPTER THREE
"LEAVE HER ALONE!"
Mia slapped a hand at them and
yellow energy lashed out, knocking Tyler and Becca to the ground.
Amber stumbled forward, looked confused, then turned to the right
and began shambling in the direction of the base's main
gate.
"Amber!" Mia called, chasing after
her.
Tyler crawled painfully to his
feet, and extended a hand to help Becca stand up. "What the hell?"
he said. "Why did she attack us?"
"She doesn't need a reason,
haven't you noticed?" Becca said, watching Mia run after the pale
girl. "She's a crazy fucking bitch."
"Never mind her, this could be bad," Tyler
said.
The wall of the hangar shook with a massive
impact, and a large section of it broke free and crashed to the
ground. Two men, one hugely muscled, the other pimply-faced with
greasy brown hair, ran through the opening. Both were completely
naked. They ran past Tyler and Becca and toward the base proper.
Once Tyler saw what was behind them, he understood why they were
running.
"Holy fuck," said Becca.
The thing that had been Brock Kenney emerged
from the hangar, his massive form towering above the others who
came forward around him, soldiers who had been transformed into
circuitry-covered cybernetic zombies.
"facialrecignitionengaged. Ooo BeccaLICIOUS!
targetacquired."
"You have got to be kidding me," said
Tyler.
______________________
When Tyler opened the door, the sight of
Becca standing there the hallway surprised him. He hadn't seen her
since the rooftop.
"Hey," he said.
"Can I come in?" She looked like she was
dressed for a night at the clubs: black top, tight gold pants, and
thigh high black boots.
"Sure," he said. "How did you find my
apartment?"
She stepped inside, looking around. "Are you
kidding? I went to your house, your mom said you moved, I asked
where, and bam, it all popped into her head. Like always."
"So you read my mom's mind. Nice."
"I do that," she said with a grin. She
looked like she wanted to sit down, so Tyler moved a pile of
scripts off a chair. She sat. Tyler sat on the corner of the bed,
facing her.
"I thought Kevin said it was dangerous for
us to be together. Something about the end of the world?"
"I remember." She bit her bottom lip. "Look,
I just...this isn't easy, but after everything that
happened..."
"Ah it's...don't worry about it."
"I think about it a lot. I thought I'd come
here, we'd go out, have a few drinks?"
"Oh. Uh, sure." Tyler stood. "I know a good
club, couple of blocks over. Let me get dressed."
She nodded.
"Oh," Tyler said, "one thing though: this
isn't gonna end with you making me wash your hair, is it?"
Becca laughed. "Play your cards right,
gorgeous."
All eyes were on them as they made their way
on to the dance floor. Tyler was wearing a long sleeved blue shirt,
black slacks, and black leather shoes. Atop his head of jet black
hair was a black fedora.
"Are you serious with that hat?" she
said.
"Dead serious."
"You look like Matt Bomer," she said.
"I get that a lot," he said with a smile,
revealing perfect white teeth.
Becca rolled her eyes. "Oh lord."
Tyler laughed. "Come on. Let's dance."
He spun her up against him, one hand
slipping behind her back. His feet moved smoothly across the floor
as he whisked her to the center of the crowd.
"You're a good dancer," she said.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he said.
After the song ended, space began to clear
on the floor. Another song began, and Tyler stepped away from her.
"Watch this," he said.
He began with a simple tap step, one of the
earliest things he'd learned in dance. Others backed up and formed
a circle around him, Becca joining it. Tyler began to slide back
and forth, mixing his tap with a hip hop swing of the arms and
hips, finally bringing his arms backward and dropping to the floor,
flipping his body over
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