S.W.A.T
Chapter 8
"Are you okay?" Riley asked, gently touching Roxie's burning face. She nodded, flopping down on her back.
"You're right. I hate this thing," she said simply. Riley smiled, and Roxie looked around, realizing she was at the start. "Whoa. Who moved me?"
Riley smiled mischievously, "Rocky did. He looked pretty concerned…" Roxie fought the red that forced itself onto her face, much to Riley's delight. Riley stood up, offering Roxie a hand. Kyrie stood on the starting line, stretching, her muscles tightening nervously. Her teammates offered good luck.
As Roxie walked forward, black dots in her vision from standing up too fast, she saw Chris Benoit grinning at her. She didn't say anything, shifting her gaze from him. Something about him made her uneasy.
"Any advice?" Kyrie asked.
"Try to –"
"Ready?" Benoit interrupted.
Roxie sent Kyrie a sympathetic look, "Good luck."
"I have a feeling that I'll need it," Kyrie replied, squatting down on the start line, her stomach fluttering nervously.
"Set," Benoit said his voice raising. Kyrie trembled for a second, and then Benoit screamed, "GO!" Kyrie bolted forward, feeling odd and clumsy with everyone's stares on her back. She reached the wall, jumping up, grabbing the rope with both hands, scaling the wall like Roxie had done only an hour before. As she climbed, taking large steps, she felt her arm muscles scream in protest, gravity weighing down on her. Kyrie hit the monkey bars and past them with no problem, using her body's movement to skip two bars with every swing. She almost slipped once, but didn't.
She was at four and a half minutes as she reached the bars on the canvas. Kyrie didn't launch into the mess of bars; she carefully navigated through them, jogging. Her foot nicked a bar, racking her time up to 8 minutes.
Kyrie hit the canvas, seeing the bars that held it up. She teetered and walked her way on the bars, but it was hard, the bars were extremely thin. Picking her pace up, she was frightfully aware of her feet slipping off the bar every step. In the middle, she slipped. Kyrie went sprawling into a section of white canvas, which broke beneath her. Wildly moving her feet to stay on the canvas, she was able to clutch onto a bar and pull herself up and finish off the canvas at 13 minutes, plus the five-minute penalty, so 18 minutes.
Kyrie knew that she'd screwed up big time on the canvas, and dropped down the shaft, crying out as she was unable to stop, and landing in a heap at the bottom. Ignoring the stabbing pain, Kyrie grabbed the two paintball guns and sprinted out of the shaft, crouching as she ran, and firing off shots. A spatter of pink nicked her chest, and she gritted her teeth, 'killing' the shooter that nicked her.
All in all, she made it to the tunnel un-colored besides the pink droplets. The sprinter, this time not Chris Benoit, but Jeff Hardy. Kyrie felt her heart crash against her ribs, painfully aware that Jeff was closing in. He leapt forward, his fingers reaching out to tag her. At the last instant, she dived backward, and Jeff dove into the wall. The brunette leapt over him before he had a chance to recover and ran with all her heart to the wall. By the time she climbed over and down the second wall, she was at 25 minutes.
Kyrie had reached the logs now. She struggled as she lifted the logs, dropping them in the pit, her shoulder screaming in pain. By the time she finished with all 12 logs, she was at 29 minutes and 30 seconds. Wiping the sweat out of her eyes, she climbed the net, her fingers gripping it tightly as she climbed. She managed past the pillar part okay, almost falling once, but able to stay standing.
At 32 minutes and 30 seconds, she grabbed another two paintball guns, firing them at the shooters. She was able to down them all in 2 minutes flat, not getting hit. A little skinnier than Roxie, she was able to shimmy through the air duct quickly, in 1 minute, 30 seconds. It took her 3 minutes, 23 seconds to disengage the bomb.
Kyrie past the finish line at 41 minutes, 23 seconds. She let herself fall to the sweet, grassy ground, her eyes flickering. Her breaths came in rapid bursts. Through the blood pounding in her ears, she could hardly hear her teammates' screams of congratulations.
"You did it!" Katrina squealed, happy for her. Kyrie nodded breathlessly.
"Anybody got something to drink?" she rasped.
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