Chapter Nine

Fanny's POV

He'd just taken the words right out of my mouth. Okay, I thought that Rachel was actually being stupid, but this was just ridiculous. Mutated giant rats? Whoever did this was either very bored, very crazy or had way too much time on their hands.

"Now what?" I moaned, taking small and slow steps back with 2-T. He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed my hand unconsciously. I looked down, and he took it away as fast as he had grabbed on.

"Okay, we'll run on the count of three…" I whispered to him, grabbing his hand this time and keeping a firm grip on it. "THREE!"

We bolted, and the army of rats gave chase. A few times the idiot lost his footing and slowed us down, but we managed to keep our distance from them. I saw a door in the distance, and it was open. I grinned at the sight; we were going to make it…

We both slowed down as an even bigger rat just dropped down from the roof. The impact caused us to lose our footing. 2-T fell first, and I fell into his lap. The rat roared loudly, causing the walls around us to shake, and loose pieces of cement fall from the ceiling. The army had stopped, and eyed us greedily.

"Well, I'm done. Got an idea hiding in that hat of yours?" I knew sarcasm wasn't really good to use at this time, but what else could I do?

Without a second thought, Hoagie's hand dove down my side. I stiffened a little as his hand ran somewhere out of the ordinary, and he retrieved my mustard gun. He thrust it in my hands, and nodded once.

"Well, you may as well test it out now." He said, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Give it all she's got!"

I smirked deviously. Okay, so I was grateful he made me a new one. And just for the record, the force was that powerful, I swear I could shoot perfect holes through walls if I could. I won't go into great detail of how the rat died, but let's just say it wasn't pretty, and it was messy.

I blinked a few times, and smiled in satisfaction. "This really packs a punch. You aren't that bad after all."

Hoagie turned slightly pink. "Well, just doing the best for my gal."

I would've kissed him if I liked him that way, but instead I merely got up and aimed at the rest of the rats. But what happened next was not what I was expecting or was ready for.

The rats had laser eyes…. no I'm not telling lies. The little blighters shot the gun clear out of my hand, and my palm was slightly singed. I literally just stared in horror, my mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

"What the hell was that?" Hoagie asked, equally as shocked as I was.

"An underestimation." I leant down, and went to grab the gun. A laser shot knocked it clear away, and just missed my fingertips. We both watched as the gun slid to the far end of the hallway, and slipped down a hole in the floor.

"We are getting out of here." Hoagie grabbed my arm, and we ran through the open door. Closing it for safety measures, we bailed like we had never run before. I was tiring easily, and yet Hoagie had all this hidden energy.

I stopped and my legs buckled underneath me. I was panting like crazy, my chest was heaving. I couldn't move my legs, they felt like jelly. I felt a pair of hands slide under my legs and around my back, and Hoagie lifted me without a word. I felt guilty that he was not only running as fast as he could, but now needed to run with extra weight. I noticed his eyes glance down for a second, and a smirk filled his face. I looked down, and saw why. My tank top strap had come down, and my bra was exposed.

When we got away from those rats, I was going to kill him.