p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="2fbc4c365eaecddb3be312de46b58a9e"Eli hit the ground, his ears ringing. Smoke filled his lungs as ash and tears temporarily blinded him. He tried to crawl over to another room away from the smoke, but the best he could manage was getting behind the now-tipped-over table. Rubbing his eyes with his sleeve, he finally managed to see the cause of the explosion that had just put him on the floor. Hovering above the ground was a man with a gas mask, covered in scars. A massive jetpack adorned his back, matching the flamethrower in his hands. Eli looked down to the street and saw Micha trying to drag an unconscious Lukas to safety. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE FIREFLY?!" Micha asked, a hint of pain in his voice. "I killed half the staff at Arkham when I busted out, I'm just trying to finish the job!" Eli ran over to the counter and grabbed the biggest kitchen knife he could find, then ran out the back of the house to the shed. Grabbing a broom and some duck tape, he took the knife and made a makeshift spear before starting up his dirt bike. He drove around the side of the house, hoping to get behind Firefly without being seen. Firefly was too busy gloating to notice anything other than the two men below him, he raised his flamethrower just before he heard a loud thunk. Eli had hoped that his homemade weapon would be more effective than it ended up being, having just scratched the paint on Firefly's jetpack. At the very least, he wasn't focused on Micha and Lukas anymore. The downside was that Eli now had his full attention, and he was royally pissed off. Eli immediately did a 180 and sped down the street as fast as he could, trying not to focus on the crazed shouts of the madman pursuing him. "YOU'RE DEAD YOU LITTLE SHIT! AND I'M GONNA MAKE IT HURT!" Eli could barely hear sirens in the distance. The police and fire department were on their way, but they wouldn't get there in time to stop Firefly from turning him into barbeque. Eli could feel his bike slow down and eventually stop working altogether, he knew he should have filled up on gas earlier, he just didn't have the money. Ditching the bike, Eli tried to get away on foot. He only made it about three paces before getting stopped in his tracks by a wall of flames. Firefly hovered above him, his flamethrower at the ready. Cries and prayers for somebody to save him rang out in Eli's head as Firefly began to raise his flamethrower. "Face it, kid, I'm gonna cook you well done!" Yelled Firefly as he prepared to pull the trigger. But just before he could take the shot, the tube connecting his weapon to its fule source was severed by a sharp piece of metal flying through the air. A sharp piece of metal, that was shaped like a bat./p
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