~Blackdawn-70631 and Shaloni: heh heh. You haven't seen the full force of our insane ideas yet. Be afraid, be very afraid! Also, there is language in this.~~~
~Blackdawn-70631: When the next chapter is posted this story will be in the R section of this site.~
Rupture in the City
Chapter 7
Awu'asa felt great pleasure as the female struggled for breath. A voice in the back of her mind told her to stop. To obey her master's order to bring them both in alive. But her hands squeezed all the harder, trying to crush the stupid oomans wind pipe.
Both males yelled in protest as the ooman male stumbled from the ritual bowl.
The yautja grabbed her by the arms, trying to dislodge her hands from the female's neck. She raised one arm and knocked him away easily. He had no formal training whatsoever!
The ooman gasped, trying to force air into her lungs. Armor would not allow it. This female was going to die!
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"Get off Joe!" Michael yelled. Pushing himself back up. Noticing the same guy had come crawling through the window. In a panicked reaction, he picked up the tv. Which was still playing the vampire movie, Blade. Hefting it with a grunt, then threw it right into the guy's chest knocking him back out the window.
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Prontat yelled as the black box hit him. He along with the box was knocked out the window but luckily he was fast enough and grabbed the ledge. Bits of glass digging into his bare palms. The black box looked liked it was caught on something. For it did not fall onto him. Maybe it was it's wires holding it in place. Thank god!
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An aged man came onto the screen.
Whistler: I'm getting too old for this Shit! Somebody get me a god damn wheel chair!
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Suddenly, the wire/cord breaks. The screen went blank as it was impounded onto Prontat's head but wasn't hard enough to break the screen. Then he, along with the box went plummeting to the ground, again. He hit the ground with a yelp, the tv bouncing off his chest as it shattered. Now laying on the ground with painful groans looking into the blackened sky. "I'm getting too old for this shit...."
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Jack looked at the scene in a half daze. Damn chick fights were brutal! He needed to do something! Geez what could he do to distract the psycho-bitch before she killed Joe? What? What?
Without thinking he ran to the woman. Noticing she was paying no mind to him. Then, without pausing, he reached under her shoulders. Planning to try and jerk her off Joe, but instead, over stepped his move and grabbed the psycho firmly BY THE BREASTS!
The woman stiffened in surprise and shock. ~~~~~~SMACK!!!!!!!!~~~~~~ Jack went flying across the room landing against the wall.
The woman's face was bright red, whether from embarrassment, or an enraged need to kill him, he wasn't sure. In her rage though, she had loosened her grip on Joe's neck.
Joe did not pause. Ripping the woman's remaining hand away, she grabbed the psychos head and rammed their foreheads together with all the force she could muster. Digging her nails into the woman's flesh. As the woman reeled back Joe curled out from under her and smashed both heels of her feet in the woman's face. The force of the kick sent the woman off her and straight into Michael.
Michael went into another panic and shoved the woman out the window.
The woman landing on her comrade as he already started his climb back up the building.
Joe gasped hoarsely for air, holding one hand to her freed throat. Damn bitch tried to kill her! The room tilted wildly in her vision. Joe and Michael were beside her.
"I ..." she gasped,"...told you...to get...out!"
Michael scooped her up into his arms like a little baby. "Lets get going!"
Jack got up, spitting out blood from a cut in his mouth when the woman had slapped him onto the wall. " Don't need to tell me twice!"
~~More later~~
~Blackdawn-70631: When the next chapter is posted this story will be in the R section of this site.~
Rupture in the City
Chapter 7
Awu'asa felt great pleasure as the female struggled for breath. A voice in the back of her mind told her to stop. To obey her master's order to bring them both in alive. But her hands squeezed all the harder, trying to crush the stupid oomans wind pipe.
Both males yelled in protest as the ooman male stumbled from the ritual bowl.
The yautja grabbed her by the arms, trying to dislodge her hands from the female's neck. She raised one arm and knocked him away easily. He had no formal training whatsoever!
The ooman gasped, trying to force air into her lungs. Armor would not allow it. This female was going to die!
~~~~~~~~
"Get off Joe!" Michael yelled. Pushing himself back up. Noticing the same guy had come crawling through the window. In a panicked reaction, he picked up the tv. Which was still playing the vampire movie, Blade. Hefting it with a grunt, then threw it right into the guy's chest knocking him back out the window.
~~~~~~~
Prontat yelled as the black box hit him. He along with the box was knocked out the window but luckily he was fast enough and grabbed the ledge. Bits of glass digging into his bare palms. The black box looked liked it was caught on something. For it did not fall onto him. Maybe it was it's wires holding it in place. Thank god!
~~~~~~~
An aged man came onto the screen.
Whistler: I'm getting too old for this Shit! Somebody get me a god damn wheel chair!
~~~~~~~
Suddenly, the wire/cord breaks. The screen went blank as it was impounded onto Prontat's head but wasn't hard enough to break the screen. Then he, along with the box went plummeting to the ground, again. He hit the ground with a yelp, the tv bouncing off his chest as it shattered. Now laying on the ground with painful groans looking into the blackened sky. "I'm getting too old for this shit...."
~~~~~~~
Jack looked at the scene in a half daze. Damn chick fights were brutal! He needed to do something! Geez what could he do to distract the psycho-bitch before she killed Joe? What? What?
Without thinking he ran to the woman. Noticing she was paying no mind to him. Then, without pausing, he reached under her shoulders. Planning to try and jerk her off Joe, but instead, over stepped his move and grabbed the psycho firmly BY THE BREASTS!
The woman stiffened in surprise and shock. ~~~~~~SMACK!!!!!!!!~~~~~~ Jack went flying across the room landing against the wall.
The woman's face was bright red, whether from embarrassment, or an enraged need to kill him, he wasn't sure. In her rage though, she had loosened her grip on Joe's neck.
Joe did not pause. Ripping the woman's remaining hand away, she grabbed the psychos head and rammed their foreheads together with all the force she could muster. Digging her nails into the woman's flesh. As the woman reeled back Joe curled out from under her and smashed both heels of her feet in the woman's face. The force of the kick sent the woman off her and straight into Michael.
Michael went into another panic and shoved the woman out the window.
The woman landing on her comrade as he already started his climb back up the building.
Joe gasped hoarsely for air, holding one hand to her freed throat. Damn bitch tried to kill her! The room tilted wildly in her vision. Joe and Michael were beside her.
"I ..." she gasped,"...told you...to get...out!"
Michael scooped her up into his arms like a little baby. "Lets get going!"
Jack got up, spitting out blood from a cut in his mouth when the woman had slapped him onto the wall. " Don't need to tell me twice!"
~~More later~~
