Tank Of Doom
A drabble by Cherry!
Starring: Tank Girl & 2D (z0mb12d3)
The tank blazing all in its tinder glory! Fantastic steel! Crushing the smallest creature in a single bound! Variety of ammunition for the simple outlaw's life. Yes the massive tank. A lover and a fighter, was currently being consumed in flame, on verge of exploding into oblivion. The inner structure was over heating fast. Vast noxious gases formed into clouds, smoking, depleting the oxygenated atmosphere of the war machine.
-HACK- -COUGH- -CHOKE-
Normally the tank had a few rusted holes that would allow smoke to escape. Then again there were also fire precautions which usually took place. But-
"I fucking picked the right time to get the tank-" –COUGH- she hacked,"updated." Spitting to the floor, her mouth drying up.
In the pilot's seat she slammed her fist on the dash. The console erupted. Lights panicking as the tank flashed visions of red.
-FLISH- -FLASH- -FLISH-
The table revolved. Thrown back from a burst of the console she fell, body hitting hard against the floor. She groaned as she heard a crack.
Coughing she scrambled to her feet, and they pounded the ground like the beating of the war drums in her infinite mind, in search of…"2-fucking D!" she screamed. Her voice bellowed through the heat of the moment. Shinning in her blue eyes as a wall of fire erupted from behind her, dancing, telling her heart what it meant. The tank began to quake. "Boned." She spat out.
Her eyes wide she turned to her left, just a few feet from the exit. To a floor panel she flew , where the heart of the tank lied. Sliding down on her knees, "Baby won't you please—" coughing in fight, she spread the blades of a butterfly knife. A slice, a jab, blinding as the smoke billowing filling faster and faster. She popped it open. Reaching in, she pulled out a glowing jar. Quickly jumping to her feet, she rolled out as the flames paid one last homage to their victim. Smoke dancing into her lungs, vision becoming blurred. But she saw it. A foot. Those same converse brand followed by a leg and "Your ass!" She growled scrambling to her feet. Standing up she wobbled her way to the hatch pushing it open with the force of her shoulder, she growled in pain. She could see the sunlight though. Pouring in through the leaks of the hole.
Leaning down she pulled the lifeless body towards her, lifting him up she balanced herself as she climbed, making a quick escape.
Jumping down she quickly ran. Ran as if-well, what happens when a tank is caught on fire? Hoping over bits of timber that lined the tank, they had been planning a burning gorilla effigy.-then her ears rattled-KABOOM!
The tank erupted! Hunks of metal and debris coursing thru the air nearly touching the face of Tank Girl. The force pushed her and her carry-on luggage to the ground. The jar rolled away from her as 2D fell…hard. She looked up, slightly groaning. Turning to see her home, her war horse, her fuck pad erupting in a fiery orgasm. Chucking bits into the air. She turned and smirked, grabbing the jar. The green, oozing liquid settling revealing cybernetic component attached to the thriving, pulsating fleshly mass.
"Couldn't forget you old friend." Tank Girl smirked again as she turned and caught 2D's vacant undead eyes staring at her. "Guess we shouldn't have installed that still ourselves, eh?" She grinned wiping her matted bangs back from her eyes. Soaked in sweat and alcoholic fumes.
Tank Girl noticed 2D's eyes darted to her jar, she slapped him on his head. "Oi! Don't even think about it asswipe! That ain't your lunch!" She growled as they watched the skeletal structure of the tank explode.
Her blue eyes closed as the skies opened to the towering smoke, darkening with far off thunderous escapades making their call.