AFTER THE STORM
Chapter #2 – Kind of Blurry
4 Years Earlier – 2022
An audible hiss left his opponents mouth as she prepared herself to strike at him gain. She was so weak, yet she was radiant with fury and anger as she lunged at him again, missing his nose by a mere few inches.
Give up 452, He said, calmly side-stepping her as she tried to kick him, and then grabbing her foot as it began it's descend back down to earth, twisting it cruelly, making her fall to the ground again, You're no match for me.
As she landed onto the ground, she took no time in flipping back up, this time managing to block the fist coming her way. But before she could make another move, White swept her feet out under her.
She found herself falling onto the ground, landing on her right arm. It cracked rather loudly, and the stab of pain made it obvious that it was broken, What kind of an X5 are you anyways,' She scolded herself.
He didn't allow her to get up this time, instead kicking her side roughly, making her roll over so that she was lying on her back. Setting his foot down onto her chest, he smiled,
As much as I'd enjoy kicking the shit out of you, He said, applying pressure roughly. She bit her lip to muffle any sound that was daring to come out of her mouth.
I'd rather end this story quick and effectively, With those words, he reached for the gun that seemed to be one thing he never forgot to carry around.
Which came as bad luck to her, as he aimed in-between her eyes. She closed them, not wanting to look her death right into the eyes again, like she had last time.
A few seconds flew by, but then, finally, a shot sounded. It was far and distant, very unlike last time. Another shot immediately followed, and she barely registered a stinging pain forming near the right side her neck. Instead, she felt the pressure on her chest become heavier, and then a body fell down onto hers, crushing her. Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself looking at the chest of Ames White. Grunting, she pushed the guy off her with her left arm, the right one hanging rather limply at her side.
Can't we just kill him already?
She looked up with a smile as she heard Mole's voice. Never had she been more thankful to hear him complain. She stared at White's lifeless body, noticing the chest wound.
He's probably dying, She observed rather casually, Let's get him to Terminal City.
Are you crazy? He just tried to drive a bullet through your head! Mole said incredulously.
If the public finds him it'll be blamed on us immediately, and then where will we be?
Right where we are right now.
Max stood up, brushing her hands of onto her jeans. For the first time she felt the stinging in her shoulder, and she hissed as she shrugged of her jacket to take a look at it, We'll be hunted even more, and, oh, there's a faint possibility of the National Guard crashing the gates.
That possibility already existed. I say we shoot him What about you Joshua?
Max looked behind Mole, were Joshua suddenly came into her view. She threw a surprised glance at him.
Well don't stand there going all moony-eyed, Joshua, tell Max what you think.
Joshua stood, unsure of how to answer Mole's question. He didn't want to betray little fella, but looking at the monster that had killed Annie made him want to think different. Not knowing what to say, he kept his mouth shut.
Max sighed, We're taking him with us.
Mole huffed, and pointed at his cigar, No use in wasting costly goods You're gonna have to drag him along.
Sighing deeply, Max kneeled down next to White, a half-disgusted look on her face, Can you talk?
She wasn't surprised when he spat out, I don't need your before he did a rather humorous attempt at trying to get up.
As he sprawled out onto the floor again, she smirked, Want to test what it will take to knock your lights out?
White glanced up at her, his eyes suddenly changing from hatred to confusion, Where's Wendy?
Max looked at her archenemy thoughtfully, almost as equally confused, but before she could take any action, Mole moved and slammed the butt of his riffle against White's head.
C'mon doggie Joshua let out a low growl at the use of dog' against him, Help Max drag that piece of filth.
And you? Max asked, moving the drag White away. There was now a rather notice-able puddle of blood around his body, and she somehow wondered how the hell he had stayed conscious through their arguing. The blood-loss sure would make a good answer to his question earlier.
I'll be driving the get-away car.
The sound of Police Sirens got louder, and Max didn't bother asking about the car, instead grabbing one of White's arms with her left hand, and gesturing at Joshua to take the other.
They quickly followed Mole to a back-alley, where an old, beaten-up car, stood.
Max didn't bother asking where they'd gotten the car from, instead dragging White
to the front passenger seat, practically dumping him into it.
Why the hell are you giving him the best seat? Mole asked, taking a long swig from his cigarette.
One thing I learned, never turn your back on a familiar. Max said, and gestured at the front seat, You're drivin', right?
Mole mumbled something, and Joshua and Max moved to the back seats, all the watching White like hawks. Mole cranked up the car, and it sputtered as its engine started.
Soon, they were heading to Terminal City, bringing their enemy home with them.