Again, feel free to take any ideas you like. Any who I just hope i did this right. [edit] I edited this chapter, I was on a rush to get it out of my head so i could focus for an exam.
I DONT OWN WORM
I stood by the entry of the building, peeking at the bouncer who scared off a few people who thought they could sneak in through the back. I leaned away from sight and looked at my hand. I had four in-ear buds, two were synched up and designed to listen into any frequency, it didn't matter if you were the army or a super tinker, if you are broadcasting anything my boom box will pick it up and relay it to my ear buds. Sadly I still don't have an accurate way to tell what I'm listening into, I have a small knob on my custom utility belt, really just a belt with hooks and straps, I can switch to a random frequency like the radio or a phone call and if I find a the frequency the club uses and then if they change it I have to find it by flipping through random frequencies all over again.
I glanced at the end of the hallway, I moved the stuff downstairs, and set it up in a room that overlooked the road at the other side of the building, away from the club. My plan of retreat was simple, after I grab what I came for, maybe extras, run back in, run into a room, shove what I can into a suit case, regardless (as much it wounds me) if it'll damage my equipment, throw it out a window a get on a ride. I just hope Pan picked a good getaway driver. He should be here shortly so let's hope it's a good guy. I looked back to my hands.
While listening in on others would be great, it didn't protect my ears from loud noises and harmful or simply irritating frequencies, granted with my trump card nothing would be of any help but even so I want my hearing intact. This is where my other two ear buds come in. They were basically a volume on real life, again with the knob on my belt, it also naturally filters out harmful sounds and frequencies, it's even better then the stuff people sell for concerts, a lot better. I'm still working a feature that can let me hear stuff from faraway but its not like I really need it, yet. I need to combine the two buds eventually.
I glanced out again. I agreed with my previous statement, I'd like my hearing intact. I put away the buds for listening in on other's in my pocket and plugged in my choice and took a deep breath. I checked my watch. Five minutes to midnight. I nodded to myself as I walked out the building door.
My footsteps felt heavy; it wasn't because I had my trumpet gun hanging by left hip or because I had the trump speaker bouncing off my ass (not comfortable) just bellow my empty backpack, or the fake looking liquid electricity gun (need a better name), it was that I was actually attacking someone for the first time, and I might accidently kill them. I walked toward the bouncer who seemed to be smoking without a care in the world. I froze when the door opened and three people walked out. The bouncer turn to look at the three, one guy, with jeans and heavy long shirt, I realized, was being thrown out.
"HEY LET GO OF ME."
"Tell Coil if he wants to see Faultline, he should call." Coil, a guy who hires unpowered mercenaries, he is one of the three (real) powers in the bay. Though no one really knows what his goals are. I kept walking forward. By the time I was close one of the bouncers in the group noticed me. "Hey, check it out," he said and all three bouncers and the mercenary on the floor turned to look at me. I must look like a cosplayer, some of them chuckled right away as I kept walking. The one who had been outside smoking addressed me.
"Look kid I don't know who told you but I'm not let-" he didn't get to finish as I pulled the trigger. He didn't have time to react as the liquid lighting hit him.
"WHOA/SHET!" the two bouncer yelled, one reaching for his what I could only assume was a gone while the other was reaching up to his ear, sadly I hadn't let go of the trigger. My aim quickly changed to them and neither were able to reach their goal. I let go of the trigger as the two fell for the floor, twitching and letting out incoherent sounds. That was easy, I didn't even have to turn the stream into wide loops! I aimed my gun at the mercenary who had his gun clutched in his two hands, trained on me. I walked forward as he stood up. Adrenaline pumping through me as I walked forward; I wanted to shoot-I wanted to pull the trigger, at the same time I wanted to run, whether it was forward or backward it didn't matter, I just wanted to move fast! Still, I calmed myself. I took a deep breath than another as I stopped moving.
For a while neither of us moved. We just pointed at each other. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I relaxed my gun and called out to him.
"A-are you with Coil. Mercenary guy?" His brow went up at that. After a moment when he saw that I wasn't moving, my gun aimed at the ground, he slowly lowered his gun.
"What of it?" He asked back. I sighed in relief as I moved to the bouncer who was outside smoking.
"Just checking," I said, "you mind checking those guys, its my first time out and using this on actual people. I rather not have a kill count yet," I didn't see or hear his reply as I crouch down, letting my guns touch the floor. I took out a small circular mirror I had scavenged from the apartment I was in, the mirror was cracked but it could still do its function. I put close to the bouncer's mouth and my shoulders sagged in relief when it fogged up.
"He's alive," I said as I stood up. The mercenary was by the two bouncer, gun still pointed at ground but in my general direction.
"They're scorched a bit but their fine," he said standing up. "You a cape," he asked eyeing me.
"Yeah," I answered.
"…What's your gimmick?"
"Gimmick? Oh," I said as I realized he was eyeing my gear: jeans, a used bullet resistant vest (can take hit but it hurts apparently and it came blood, gross) over a jacket, a bandana with the American flag as decoration (really cheap), and my dad's old ski goggles (it was very stuffy even in this weather) that fit over my glasses. "I don't have one plus I don't think I need one. I'm a bit more practical."
"I see," he said, still weary of me, "you got a name?"
"Kinda, V3," I replied.
"Veetree?"
"Vibration." I clarified loudly, figuring it was probably the club's music affecting his hearing.
"Oh."
"Yeah, originally I wanted Sound Bite, but it's taken by a hero in Canada."
"I see…What's the three for?"
"Vibration has three syllables," I said with a shrug. His brow went up at that. "I doubt another cape would want that particular name."
"I see…so what are you? Hero? Villain?"
"Mercenary," I replied. "I might do hero-ing on the side, but on my terms. Is there something inside Coil wants?"
"Again, why do you want to know?"
"Faultline has something I want, I'm getting it, and if Coil wants something-I might be able to get it on my way out," I replied honestly.
"And you decided to do it tonight of all nights?"
"If put it off any longer I probably never go out," was it really that big of deal?
"I see…what's stopping me from just following in after you?"
"I'm a tinker," I said waving my gun which just got a gun pointed right at me again. "My specialty basically revolves around sound."
"Could've fooled me," he said, granted my liquid lighting gun doesn't exactly sound like a sound based weapon.
"Kind of the point," I answered, hey work with what you got. "Keep people guessing until the very end. And a nightclub with loud sounds…yeah, god help anyone who isn't me."
He seemed to relax, he put a hand to his ear and seemed to nod, "if your sure," I got the feeling he wasn't talking to me. "From my employer," he said pointing to his ear and putting his gun away, "Faultline is a having a meeting with another party over a very sensitive bit of information, my employer would like to know as much detail as he can. Though admittedly, a lot of our attempts have failed."
"Good thing you guys are out then."
"Maybe," he said with a shrug. "Though next time you might want to reconsider how you approach things."
"What do you mean?" He pointed behind me, I turned to look and saw a red light coming off from a building half a block to the right of the building I was in, I saw a hand being waved. A sniper. Wow, glad I didn't shoot the merc, "I-I see." I said and before I could turn around a felt a hand on me, I jumped only to see the merc grinning.
"Yeah." He answered, "you really are new at this aren't you?" I didn't reply, I fucked up. First there was a sniper so if they really wanted to they could take me down without a fight, I'd probably kill myself though, and I took my eyes off the guy with the gun pointed at me and he got super close, oh wow I fucked up. I shook my head as I moved to the door.
"Right," I grumbled.
"How does my employer contact you," he asked as I walked.
"Pan Pizza, that's an alias a broker I'm in contact with uses, he can purchase my services through him." I answered as put my hand on the doorknob, I was about to open it when and I thought of something. "Out of curiosity, what am I looking at? In there I mean."
The merc for his part, smiled, a smug smile…and then he walked away. God damn it. Well whatever, its not like I was going to know anyway. I tried the door, and it was oddly locked, was it auto lock? I shrugged slight letting the L2gun, new name I decided, hang with my right hand on the trigger, I used me left to get my sonic screwdriver that was attached to my "utility" belt with a strap and used it on the door. I smirked, thirteen seconds and the door unlocked, I quickly opened the handle and made my way inside, feeling the door click, probably locking itself again. Glad it wasn't tinker tech.
As soon as I was inside I could immediately feel the speakers assaulting my body with vibrations. Honestly it felt like I was casually listening to music while my body "felt" the music. So glad I picked saving hearing instead of listening in. I walked down the hall. From what I remember, the blue prints say that the hall way leads right back to the dance floor; right behind the stairs I need to go. People say that there's a DJ but they never see him, and the blueprint say there's a room underneath the stairs so I'm taking a very hopeful guess here.
I found the door, I rushed down the hall, thankfully not seeing anyone. The door was in another hallway, right was bathrooms, left was an exit to the dance floor. Empty, I nodded to my self. I checked the door, locked, of course, god my L2gun was heavy. Quickly I used the sonic screwdriver and the door unlocked in three seconds. I opened it to see a man in his underwear, white t-shirt, and headphones with his eyes glued to a laptop. He turned to look at me, giving me a weird a look, the same one the bouncers gave me. He was about to say something, probably to tell me to get the hell out. He didn't get the chance.
I fired. He flew back, his white shirt scorched as he twitched on the ground. I closed the door, and moved to his laptop, thankful he was using Bluetooth headphones so the equipment didn't go anywhere. I got a flashdrive out from my utility built, plugged it in to his computer, god I wanted it, but it was not to be. It needed to stay for my plan to work. I quickly duplicated a virus and few other files onto the computer; really the virus was to erase the files when someone accesses the computer again. The files? A song that would loop only it was playing loud frequencies that leave people death for a while and disoriented and a headache. When I was done I collected the flashdrive then I walked back to the door, noticing the lock was the type that made it very easy to accidentally lock yourself out. I locked it, walked out and close the door.
I made my way to the dance floor.
Here's where it gets tough. According to the testimonies there's a bouncer at the bottom and top of the stairs, a bunch of girls passed up from buying Newter drug, then, there's the parahuman. I have to time it just right. Hit the bouncer fast, run up the stairs just as the beat drops, that's when the loop begins.
The song started playing. I moved forward, turned the corner to go up the stairs, only to notice a crowd. Huh.
I kept moving, as I got closer to see two people keeping the crowd off the stairs. I froze. There was a guy in white full body armor with clocks standing next to guy dressed as a high-tech knight. The nightcored lyrics started:
"The bass and the tweeters make the speakers go to war! Ah, the mighty trumpet brings the freaks out to the floor!"
It was Clockblocker and Gallant. They were keeping people away barely touching them but making sure they didn't go upstairs. Now she understood what the mercenary meant and maybe even why the bouncer really thought she was a cosplayer. I mean I'm wearing a bandana like Miss Militia's. Somehow the wards and probably even the protectorate were having a meeting with Faultline right this very night! It explains the tinker tech. And now there was a crowd with cameras filming and taking pictures. FUCK!
"The bass and the tweeters make the speakers go to war! Ah, the mighty trumpet brings the freaks out to the floor!"
Well I can't back out now. I'm already in this. I took a deep breath and kept going forward.
"Tell me, tell me, where the freaks at!"
Clockblocker saw me and nudged Gallant, I couldn't help but stiffen and moved my gun to level on my chest.
"Tell me, tell me, where the freaks at-"
His chest seemed to heave, laughing at my gear thinking its cosplay, especially the gun, no doubt. He started walking toward me.
"Freaks at, freaks at, freaks at, freaks at-"
I glanced at Gallant who stared at me as if trying to figure something out. Clockbloker began to raise his hand as he drew closer. I aimed at him and prepared to fire.
"fre-fre-fre-fre-fre-fre-fre-fre-fre-fre-fre"
Gallant rushed forward and pushed Clockblocker away! I fired.
"TELL ME WHERE THE FREAKS AT!"
The bass dropped and the loop started just as my L2gun streamed bright green liquid lighting, L2 now, at Gallant. The crowd began to scream, a lot of them holding their ears, some kept filming but were more or less on the floor. Gallant fell back twitching, his armor clearly scorched and probably not the best defense for my gun, even though I did have to hold down the trigger until he went down. Clockblocker seemed to be trying to push himself up while grabbing the side of his head. Did he not have noise cancelation? He looked at Gallant briefly than he looked at me noting I was already aiming at. I fired as he brought his hand up. The L2 hit but it didn't do anything. He had frozen his armor in time.
I wasted no time ignoring him, I didn't know how long it lasted but I didn't have time to find out. I rushed up the stairs to see Miss Militia, a woman with green fatigues and a sash and banadana with the American flag, holding a vibrant black and green glowing gun with one hand while the other was on the table, gun pointed at a person with riot armor like dress, Faultline the person who I'm robbing, holding her own gun at her. Newter, an orange guy with a tail who was shirtless but wore shorts, a case 53, holding his ears, Shadow Stalker on her knee but aiming at him with a cross brow, black armor, a white ballistic mask that held a stern expression, and a camo cloak. Triumph, my worst matchup, wearing a gladiator like costume with a lion mask, was grabbing his ears and screaming something while Gregor the Snail and his finger at him, a morbidly obese man of average height with translucent skin, no really you could see his skeleton, his costume was more or less jeans and a blue shirt with a leather jacket. He was also the first one to notice me. He had a pained expression as he noticed me, the sound affecting him, he eyes seemed to jump, he moved his hands to my direction before I could aim; he didn't get the chance to do anything. Triumph interpreted it has a move, I think, and sent some sort of sound wave at his direction, yay my boom box probably caught it, and sent Gregor flying into a wall. I sent a stream of L2 at him and quickly used my thumb to make the stream propagate into large loops, slightly larger than a hula-hoop. The straight stream hit Triumph catching everyone's eyes before the loops caught both Miss Militia and Newter, who promptly twitched after a good dose and fell limp. I turned my aim to Faultline, it was clear she was surprised and he power did not help here, the loops caught her and as a bonus it caught Gregor who was beginning to stand back up. Both fell in awkward positions. Sadly I lost track of one person.
An arrow hit my chest, the force pushing me against the railing while I grabbed the arrow with my left hand. Shadow Stalker started running at me if a bit unsteady with a war cry.
With all the strength I could muster in my right arm I brought the L2gun up as I pulled the trigger. Shadow Stalker seemed to want to dodge but thankfully I still had the volume up to make the loops. A loop caught her left leg as she tried to dodge. She shrieked as her body twitched on the floor, giving me enough time to get my hand under the arrow and grab the gun with both hands. I lowered the volume and aimed the stream at her and she was down for the count.
"Fuck," I muttered. That was too close. I let the gun hang a bit as I pulled the arrow out of my bullet resistant vest with a good deal of effort…it was actual metal tipped arrow, not a syringe like her wiki said she was supposed to carry…the wards really are a time bomb. "Thank you body armor," I said tossing the arrow down the stairs. I saw a lot of files and paper on the table. Cursing that I had both guns straps around my neck, I simply grabbed them and tucked them into my pants and tightened the utility belt. I dropped the trump speaker on the floor, slightly hidden by a table and then I turned to walk to the door that led to Faultline's office with my L2gun up, I assumed it led to the office at least. As I got close it opened to reveal a person wearing a gas mask in a red suit, Spitfire.
"HEY WHY IS IT SO LO-" she seemed to be asking about the loop while holding the side of her head when she noticed me, and how everybody else was down. "SHIT!" She tried to reach for her mask for some reason; according to Pan she was the newest member of Faultlines's group and could literally spit out a really hot flames, metal and concrete hot, so maybe she needed to open a hatch or something. I didn't know, I simply pulled the trigger before she could do anything. Like Gallant it took a while before she went down.
Mentally I was panicking as I passed her. I was pretty sure I was almost empty, I mean it three long cans don't last that long if you use the way I did, even if the streams were small like a water gun's (not the cheap pistol). I saw a door to my left open with a girl with a maze cloak and white mask, she was curled up and rocking back and forth on one of the two beds holding her ears. I won't lie, I felt guilty as I shot her and watched her go down.
I sprinted down the hall to a door with a glass window. Locked. Three seconds with a sonic screwdriver and I was in. Right now my current concern was Clockblocker freezing the door, trapping me inside, so I had to hurry. The room was fairly large for an office, she had a wooden desk that had a good shine, many books and ledgers thrown about, lamps instead of light bulbs, and a computer all connected to a glass square container in the corner. I moved to it, pressed my gloved hand against it, noticing how hot it was. It looked like a glass battery with a glowing fat cylinder inside. I quickly unstrapped my L2gun and trumpet gun, took out my backpack. I had a few chemical glow sticks, cheap and lasted only half hour, basically a dollar each, I broke them all and tossed them everywhere. I took a hold of my trumpet gun as I walked towards the glass power generator, found a switched that turned it off, the lights went out and I started blasting the box with my trumpet gun. I felt the vibration, concentrated on it to help calm myself. I had just attacked the wards and the protectorate along with Fault Line and her crew, and I felt really bad about shooting Labyrinth. That girl had mental problems, that's all Pan was able to tell me for the amount I was able to afford, some days she was okay, others she was so-so, and then she had bad days, really bad days. I'll send her something.
After my gun stopped blowing, I pulled the trigger but nothing came out. I banged it against a desk a couple of time, then I took a plasma ball, stuck it to the speakers on the trumpet and activated it. I made sure to wipe so it didn't have any prints on it, hopefully I was thorough enough, after a few beeps there was a bright light. As soon as the light died I dropped the gun and shoved the now cooled glass power generator into the bag, realizing some wire were connected to it, I just snapped the off since they were frozen enough. After it was in my bag I zipped it up, opened a new zipper and threw in the files I gathered earlier. I honestly didn't know what else to take: Faultline had books, really good books from the brief glances I took, she had ledgers and manila folders and a few files around. I just took the files and two ledgers and hoped to god they were worth something.
I put my back pack on and grabbed my L2gun and ran down the hallway. The loop stopped, I noticed. I felt dread at the realization I came to. The cavalry had arrived. I took out two capsules speakers and set them on a timer as I ran out into the patio that was the second floor that I now noticed had quite a few bed/couch things that looked oddly comfortable. In front of one said couch/bed was Clockblocker checking on Miss Militia. He snapped his head towards me. I threw one capsule at him and the other off the balcony at whoever was down stairs; he jumped away as it went off. Then he he stood up walked towards it then kicked it away, wait what? So he did have noise reduction or something?
Then a hook came up locked itself in place on the railing, it pulled up a man in a midnight-blue full body armor with silver highlights complete with a blue helmet that held a black V shaped visor and revealed his mouth and beard that connected with his moustache, Armsmaster. Of course the best (true) tinker in the city would be here and not be affected by the capsules.
Quickly, I activated the trump assist and the assist un-collapsed on the ground, I still had to work a bit to keep the gun levelled. Seeing this, Armsmaster brought his halberd to bear and pointed it at me. Could he shoot things? Clockblocker just took out sheets of paper.
The head of Arms master halberd changed to something else, from a grappling hook that disappeared like something out of startrek and something like a canon with an edge to melee with took its place…well he is fighting against people with guns so maybe some sort of projectile weapon is reasonable.
"Identify yourself," came his gruff voice.
"V-V3," I started a bit, coming to a standoff with Armsmaster was not on my to do list, I made sure to keep Clockerblocker in my sights, I had the volume raised so that it could do a large loops to catch both of them.
"V3?" Clockblocker asked.
"I wanted Soundbite but it was taken."
"Still, V3?"
"Vibration," I responded with a shrug.
"And the 3?"
"Has three syllables," I replied, again with a shrug, "figured no one else would like that name."
"Pretty lame," he commented.
"Enough," Armsmater said, "Are you aware of the power ratings?"
"Yes and, before you ask, no" I replied, "its weird. I'm mixture between Tinker and Thinker, but at the same time I'm not a true tinker or true thinker, just something in between."
"How does that work?" Clockblocker asked as he edged in a bit closer.
"I work better by modifying things I have access to, things people can actually copy and mass produce, I work better with data and slowly making improvements. But I still get the desire to build my own stuff, it's frustrating," I talked, hoping maybe something would happen that would give me an opening I needed.
"Let me guess, your specialty is energy," Clockblocker asked, probably intent on keeping me talking, I was cursing the fact that my watch was on my left hand and can't trigger the button. Luckily I might be able to press the button against the L2gun.
"Acoustics," I replied. He paused.
"The genre?"
"Sounds," Armsmaster clarified, "initiator, transmission, and effect, with a specialty like that you could have built a bomb. A lot of potential."
"Not intent having a kill count if I can avoid it," I answered, "but I can see where your going, I can worm my way into other tech trees."
"I see, are you aware of what you just did?" He asked and before I could answer he continued with a stern voice. "You assaulted three Wards and two Protectorate members, you attacked civilians-"
"Really," I cut in loudly as I waved at the mercenaries with my left hand, thank you Armsmaster.
"The bouncers unconscious outside and the man in the electronics room downstairs," he replied.
"Oh," I said as I rest my left hand on the top of the gun, I can press the button by turning my hand now.
"Assault and battery, trespassing, theft if I'm reading the situation correctly, and finally what can be construed as a violation of the unwritten rules to unmask capes. You have two options. Given your powers, I'm sure you know what they are."
"…Ward or prison?"
"Pretty much," Clockblocker said, still inching closer.
"How'd go with Shadow Stalker?"
"Eh could be better," he admitted.
"Like not shooting people with real arrows?"
"Your one to talk," he replied.
"Shooting an electrical current isn't harmless either," Armsmater said. Well he got me there.
"Point taken. But I do have the option of activating my trump card," I said using my left hand to point at the kinda-sorta hidden speaker, turning it slightly to press the button. The Speaker blasted off letting out a rambling sound that vibrated through my body. Three seconds later a bolt of light from Armsmater's halberd destroyed it. Crap.
"That was a mighty trump card," Clockblocker said sarcastically.
"Yep, have a nice fall," I said closing my left eye, standing on my right leg.
"What do you mean!" Armsmaster demanded, then a second later both Armsmaster and Clockblocker fell on their left side meanwhile I tried to keep the gun stable as I used it to keep myself up.
"Wha-what's happening!" Clockblocker shouted.
"Left no longer exist," I replied once I found my balance and pulled the trigger. My trump card? A frequency that sends out vibration that causes Cerebellar ataxia, specifically left side ataxia where you literally can't interpret left anymore, only right. And there's no way to defend against it, not unless you can stop the vibration, something my speaker, before it was destroyed, was created to overcome. It was loud enough that the vibration could go through armor. So if you feel the vibration, you know that the vibration reached your brain and effected it. Also it doesn't last long if its not constantly playing. Luckily this time it was playing with a frequency that would confuse any listening or recording device that Armsmaster could employ or equip the wards with, but I doubt it would work again if it works the first time. Hopefully it worked the first time.
I nearly jumped when a bolt of light flew past me. The L2 loop managed to hit Armsmaster and clip Clock blocker but the stream stopped before I could remove my finger. Uh oh.
"Shit!" I cursed out loud but neither of them moved; Armsmaster just groaned and Clockblocker was looking at me but was frozen. Huh, he froze his suit again.
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? YOUR OUT?" He yelled. A few moments later and my left was there again. Armsmaster was pushing himself up and I was out of ammo. Shit. Quickly I broke the assist off and crouched next to Newter, put my right fingers in his mouth and rushed Armmaster hoping the saliva didn't soak through my gloves and into my flesh. I pressed it to his mouth, it didn't get in and he grabbed my hand with enough force I could almost swear that he was trying to crush it, but he fell limp. Fuck that's potent. I sagged in relief.
I found a nearby trashcan, I took of glass of blue colored liquid I assumed was alcohol pored in took off my glove and threw it in. Grabbed a plasma pressed it and dropped it in without taking the wrapping off. After a few beeps the can was filled with a brief fire, it scorched everything and hopefully did its job. I was about to go when I thought of something. I used my sonic screwdriver and quickly scanned Armsmaster's halberd. "Hey what are you doing?" Clockblocker asked but I ignored him. By default my sonic screwdriver scans things in order to determine how to vibrate it correctly.
After that was done I took a look at Newter, I wanted to take some of Newter's blood or something but I didn't have a vial or a needle, but I did have a bunch of parahuman with items I could make money off of, but its not like I had the time to collect them. Maybe next time. Huh…did I want a next time?
I walked down the stair in thought when I heard. "Vee, GET BACK HERE!" Right. I started to run grabbing my gun with both hands. Gallant was still down; some people were actually still around and recording, wow. One person saw me and got close with a camera. It was stupid but I just won against Armsmaster. I thought why the hell not? I put one foot on Gallant's back and did a quick pose. A lot of people took picture while some filmed.
"HEY GOT THE FUCK BACK HERE VEE!" I turned to see Clockblocker running downstairs.
"Oh shit," I muttered as I started running to the back with Clockblocker hot on my heels.
"VEE!"
I a made left ran forward then a right towards the backdoor. Huh, Armsmaster left the door open, at least I think it was him. As I got close to the door I could hear Clockblocker running after me. I was out of ammo and my capsules didn't work on him, crap.
As soon as I got to the door I grabbed it and closed it hoping the auto-lock still worked. I started running towards the building I was in earlier. "GET BACK HERE!"
I turned to see Clockblocker jumping off the steps and chasing me. I cursed.
I made it to the building and closed the door with a glass a window, sadly it required a key on both sides. Quickly I used the sonic screwdriver's new feature to lock the door just as he got to it. Once I heard a click I turned and run.
"FUCK! Is that a fucking sonic screwdriver!"
I didn't answer I just kept running, I ran a bit faster when I heard him bust the door open. I turned right on the hallway then left into an open door that I left open. I locked it.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," I kept muttering, as I made my way to a table with my stuff. I had already dissembled the power skimmer and placed it into the suitcase I quickly grabbed the boom box and threw it into the suitcase. Next I shut my laptop and threw it in.
A bang at door caused me to jump and yelp.
"FOUND YOU!" I heard his muffled cry as he started to break open the door open.
"SHIT," I cursed, I wanted to throw in my L2gun but I didn't have time, I just zipped it closed and pulled it off the table. With a quick spin I was able to throw it out the window-shattering it. I forgot to open it. I quickly opened up the broken window just as clockblocker burst through the door. I glanced back and notice he was on the floor a good meter or so away but he was quickly scrambling to his feet at me. I jumped off the window, almost fell forward but I just used it to run to my suitcase, I grabbed it noticing a wheel had broken off, fuck. I looked left and right…WHERE THE HELL WAS THE DRIVER?
Author's note:
for those of you who question my music, yes i have poor taste and don't know of a good one from 2008, also Alexandra read Pact before the start of the story, so yes the JOJO reference counts.