She pulled against the chains that shackled her to the wall viciously. She couldn't believe him. Them. Her body was burning so slowly. Oh so slowly. From one point on her neck and it was spreading around her chest. She gritted her teeth against the agony. She did not want to alert anyone. Hearing a low moan made her pause. Her breath came in quicker pants as she tried to yank at the chains. Sweat poured down her face as the sound came closer. The people that claimed to want to protect her left her to this gruesome fate. The world was coming to an end. And they abandoned her. Tears started to pour down her face as a figure limped slowly in the room. She gritted her teeth as it spotted her and tried to move faster. In her head, she thought that she would get her revenge. The chain around her neck kept her from thrashing her head about and she could not climb up wall to keep clear. She was going to die…her revenge against those who wrong her. She was going to robbed of. The figure came at arm's length and she chuckled under her breath.
"Some birthday..." Then she was attacked. And her world went black.
She didn't know where she was. She looked around and saw all black. Wasn't she supposed to be dead? She was full naked and she wondered if she was in hell. A screen suddenly appeared before her and she watched as she was manhandled, dehumanized, chained like a monster and then left behind suddenly. Then one of the creatures come in. It replayed over and over. She couldn't help but growl. Something wrapped around her waist and over her shoulder as it flushed against her back.
Give into me…
Let me help you…
Punishment must be served…
She couldn't see what was it but something else pressed itself against the front of her body. The entity behind her felt icy cold and the one in front felt completely hollow. Dead. Decomposing. They wrapped its arms around her.
It's time… They spoke together. Time for the world to meet its end. For those who wronged you. Her eyes were closed as she embraced them. When they opened her right eye was blood red. Her left eye was discolored. It was silver white.
A giant glass house was in view. The sun reflected off of the glass and illuminated the messy yard. So much that can happen in a few weeks. Zooming into the house that was overturned, it turned off into the kitchen as another door exploded. A figure flying through was a slightly decaying body with no head attached. Another figure appeared from the dark basement. The small light cast over it. Silver white hair swished, covering their face completely. Torn remains of a blue dress barely hanging on as dark liquid dripped down their body. Both hands were still shackled and the heavy chain clanked against the floor at her feet. The shackle around their neck stayed in place as the smallest chain rested against on their bosom. In their hand, was a disfigured decayed, head being held by the hair on its scalp. With one slight movement, they were gone, the head discarded at the top of the stairs.
3 years later…
She ran. Eyes, ears, and nose all used to track any notion of the Z's she's hunting down. It's been three years since she's been on her own. Three years that she's killed off thousands. And not just z's by themselves but also the kind she is part of. Being half and half of two different creatures had not bothered her. Though it has bothered others. No one knew who she was or what she looked like. She's camouflaged herself since the day she awoke. She's had no one to talk to and she has not spoken since that faithful day. She won't. She will not give anyone the satisfaction of hearing her voice. She's worn the same exact cloak she found as she broke through stores. Stripping down her old self and bringing a new beginning to her life. Ending the apocalypse and anyone or thing that got in her way. A sound of a loud pump made her veer towards where the sound was coming from. Taking a deep breath she can smell the heavy scent of death, decay, gasoline and blood. She could also hear 9 heartbeats. Some humans. She spotted some z's going through an entrance. Under her black cloak, she angled her wrists and grabbed the chains. In one twist, she snapped their heads completely off of their bodies. Never losing pace as she killed off the rest. She spotted some vehicles in front and tilted her head. Her eyes snapped around for the hunters. Immediately her eyes drew up to one particular vehicle as an old man existed and ended a z in a quick manner then proceeded to taunt the other. She stood still and watched for more. After one quick tour of the area, she found four where the pump was still active and two by the large gasoline truck. The last was hidden somewhere in one of the buildings. The start of a car sounded and she looked just to time to see a frightened man drive off, leaving the old one behind.
Doc cursed under his breath as Murphy drove away, leaving him behind with a group of z's. Sure enough one mistake could cost him his life. Before he could strike, the one in front of him was suddenly on the ground, headless. Then one by one they went down. He turned around to find 10K and call out the number he killed only to be faced with a small figure hidden inside a black cloak. He could tell it was a woman. Her silver white hair, dark washed jeans, and black boots were the only thing he could see. Even with the bright cloudy sky, he could not see her face. A slight clank was heard and he looked down and was surprised to see shackles around her wrist with heavy looking chains hanging off from it and it touched the ground at her feet at an inch, dripping in slightly black blood. A friend or foe? He wanted to know.
"Thank you, miss." Her concealed head nodded. Then she ran forward before he could open his mouth, but it dropped anyway when she leaped up the railings with no problem and ran across with no visual that she was going off balance as she ran. Then her cloak flew open showing her lower body except for head and she swung her wrists, decapitating the z's with ease. He blinked. She must be really strong to be able to take them down in one strike. He wanted to fall back when she did a handstand on the railing without losing momentum and twisted her body around, kicking some heads off.
"God!" He said loudly. He heard some noises and looked around to see some other Z's coming his way.
Cassandra ran from her past as he chased her down. She knew she had to somehow get rid of him and leave him behind. Or kill him. She cannot go back there. No. She will not go back there. To her nightmare. Never again. She knew things were going to go bad as the ground started shaking so she had stopped the music and ran. With her past chasing her. She used z's to block him as she ran. She ran to a dead end. Then turned around as he cornered her.
Glaring hateful, she spoke through gritted teeth. "Get out of my way, Travis. I don't want to have to kill you."
"That's not going to be a problem." He answered, as he pulled out a Taser. She looked back behind her and thought of her chances before her gaze went back to Travis.
"It's time…to go home sunshine." He cooed. Bile of disgust rose up her throat. As she tried to keep it down, he lunged. Her eyes squeezed shut as she waited for the assault but it never came and she didn't feel Travis on her anymore. Her eyes cracked open and she almost stumbled back as a cloaked figure was holding up Travis in the air by his neck. But what shocked her the most was that that figure was standing perfectly balanced on the railing. Silver white hair quietly swished as Travis's legs violently kicked. She looked at the shackles that smacked into the railing with Travis' movements. The person walked on the railing towards the edge of where she previously was. Travis's eyes widened in horror before they let the hold around his neck go, dropping him. She ran when she heard a vicious squish and ran towards the edge, looking over to see z's go after him. His leg twisted at an odd angle and blood poured from his mouth. She turned to look over the stranger to see…her staring back. She couldn't see her face. Her head tilted before she suddenly turned and walked away. And she was still on the railing. She did not make any sounds when she moved. Cassandra ran after her and marveled on how she took down the z's. Heads were rolling. And she did not think it was possible to swing those heavy chains around with ease. But somehow, she made it possible.
Charles gritted his teeth after he sent Warren and the rest away. Murphy was his top priority now. He had to save him before things went from bad to worse. There was so many z's gathered around the truck. He picked up a random weapon and started swinging, throwing z's away from the car. When he opened the door, Murphy's screams became louder. He punched him and managed to stop the screams. But he could not get the terrified look out of his face. He was still conscious and terrified even though he was just hit.
"They make it seem so easy in the movies," He grumbled as he hit him a couple more times. He dragged Murphy out of the truck and pulled him a few feet before z's started gathering towards them. Before he could swing, they were down. Sans the ones that were starting to come towards them from the pipe they've fallen out of. Some sparking happened and he pulled Murphy away just as the car exploded. An oil covered z was coming towards them. A sling shot object was projectile and penetrated the z's head, exiting through the other side.
"1,062." He heard 10k murmured. Just as he pulled Murphy to run again, the vehicles exploded and the fell to the ground. Everyone else ducted down and looked at the burning debris. 3 more z's walked towards them, their bodies alight. Before they could pull their guns out, they were already down.
Somewhere in the icy cold, a small man and a dog walked towards the computers and he looked confused as a camera got a shot of fire exploding up and expanding.
"What is that?" He moved closer as he finished giving the wolf some food and squinted at the screen. "Looks like somebody has been playing with matches. What is that? Is that a refinery?" He also spotted a group of survivors.
Murphy caught his breath and looked up at his companions. "Did you get the gas?" No one answered and he sighed exasperatedly. "Oh great, now who screwed that up?"
Everyone around him gave him a flat look. And he realized that they were blaming him. "Oh." He raised his hands in defeat. "Sorry."
Warren looked around then at Cassandra. "Where's your friend?" Cassandra looked down, her memories flashing to the cloaked women that potentially killed Travis.
"He didn't make it." She replied. "And he wasn't my friend." She finally looked up. A phone was ringing and everyone looked to where the sound was coming from. It took some time but Charles decided to go up and answer it.
10k filled the large gas container as fast as he could. He had seen the failed attempt to get gas and he sought that this was the last chance they might get. He looked around to watch his back to see a Z coming. As he was about to stop what he was doing and shoot, the z was suddenly slung backwards as a chain seemingly came out of nowhere and wrapped around its neck a couple of times. One tug backwards and the head came clean off. The body pitched forward and fell to the ground. His eyes widened as a small figure in a cloak appeared before him. He could tell it was a girl. She was really fast. He did not know what she was to him right now. Friend or enemy. But she did not seem to hold the deceitful hostility for those who only looked out for themselves. She crouched down by him and turned off the machine he was using. His head snapped over to realize that it was full now and was close to overfilling on him. Her white hair looked beautiful…He shook his head and started capping the container. When he went to pick the other one up it was already in the hands of the girl and she looked to be waiting for him. Since she seemed to be on his side. As they started to walk side by side, he looked at the shackles around her wrists and the chains handing off of them. She seemed to be well at what she does. And very strong. Her physique was top notch. As they made it outside, she protected them. One hand holding the container while the other strikes. Sometimes she'd behead them, the other times she would strike them directly to their skulls, giving each and every one mercy. As he spotted his group, he picked up the pace, starting to job. The girl had no problem in keeping up with him. Doc spotted him first.
"Wait here comes the kid." He called out to the others. He stopped in front of Doc with the container. "Kid, you're a god!"
"And there's another one." 10k said before turning to look at the girl that stood next to him silently. The whole team stopped to stare. Cassandra and Doc recognizing the girl who helped them. She held the container out in both hands towards Doc. Doc slowly reached out and took it from her hands gently.
She looked at each person before turning to leave when a hand gently grabbed one of her visible wrists. She looked at the teenage boy who looked like he grew up way too early as he stared at her. He seemed a loss for words. She turned her body back towards him and waited. She has time. Actually, this would be the first that someone has touched her and have not threatened her. He looked to seem to make up his mind on what he was going to say because he walked closer.
"Come with us." He didn't demand but he was not asking either. She heard the rest whispered words clearly. Except for the man and the girl as they countered their disagreement. She heard the disheveled man tell them to just let her come along so they could get moving. Her eyes focused on the boy. She knew she should not stay with them. But she could not refuse this boy. His dark blue eyes were strong and she couldn't help but hold it. With a small nod, she watched him seemingly smile. She let him pull her to the back of the truck and watched them load the truck before jumping in. He held a hand out to her and she stared at it for a moment before grabbing onto it for politeness. She could've jumped in herself without using support but she did not want to be rude. She sat between the boy and the red head, who was looking at her curiously. The girl she saved the man from was staring forward with a troubled expression. Her own eyes can see that she was just like her but in a different fashion. Different huh. She bowed her head just as her eyes flashed, her left one glowing white.
"Excuse me ma'am." She did not turn towards him because his approach was not directed towards her. Her eyes moved to flash forward where his voice carried towards and eyed the black hair girl. She finally looked towards the boy.
"You have a finger in your hair." He finished. She ran her eyes on the girl's hair and spotted the torn limb hiding in her hair. The girl gave him a look and he nodded. She looked down and jumped, plucking the digit from her hair and tossing it on the road.
Disclaimer: I do not own the lines and scenes from Z Nation.
