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Tri-Genetics 3 CH 2
Naomi took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Her heartbeat sounded so loud she was surprised that her mutated classmates weren't swarming down on her. The flask in her backpack felt like it weighed a ton, making her shoulders ache from its weight, or was that also nerves? Shaking her head, Naomi stopped and leaned against a wall.
"Okay" She breathed pulling up her hood. "Keep it together, Naomi. You can do this" She peaked around the corner and gritted her teeth. Two mutants were standing in the middle of the corridor, their backs to her.
How do I get past those two muscleheads? Naomi wondered, scanning the hallway, then she noticed the open chemistry lab door. Glancing down the hall, Naomi darted across the hall and darted into the lab, closing the door just as one of them turned around.
Naomi darted under a desk and curled into a ball, her body visibly shaking as she heard growls from behind the door. Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth as she heard the door to the lab open. She waited, hardly daring to breathe as she heard the two mutants searching the lab. Why didn't I stay in the basement? She cursed inwardly as one of them passed really close to her hiding place. She shifted out of reflex and to her horror, something fell off the desk and rolled away from her. It looked like a ball of rubber bands. She watched, frozen with fear as the ball rolled along the floor and came to a stop, bumping against a cupboard door directly across from her. Slowly, the cupboard door opened with a loud creeeak, making Naomi flinch. The two mutants reappeared in her vision, thankfully facing away from her. One of them pulled open the door and they both looked inside. Naomi felt her muscles tighten. All they would have to do is turn around and see her, but thankfully, they stood up and kept moving. Naomi sighed in relief as she heard the door close.
She made to move out from under the desk and her eyes darted inside the cupboard. Inside were a group of empty soda bottles, two books of matches, and a small white card propped up against one of the bottles. Naomi squinted her eyes. The card read AMMONIA EXPERIMENT, DO NOT OPEN.
Naomi smiled. If those bottles contained what she thought they did, she may have found a solution. Spotting a rag lying on a counter, Naomi picked it up and tired it around her mouth and nose. Pulling her hood back up, she opened the cupboard fully and pulled out one of the bottles. She could just make out what looked like ten matches lying on the bottom of the were three bottles in total. Naomi carefully placed two of them in her backpack, and then crept over to the door. Edging it open, she peeked down the hall. The group of mutants were still there, fortunately, they were looking the other way again.
"Okay guys," Naomi whispered, her voice muffled by the rag covering her face. "Let's see what you think of this" She quickly unscrewed the lid of the third bottle and, in a fluid motion, sent it rolling down the hallway and dove back inside the classroom. From behind the door, she heard shrieks and snarls followed by a loud THUD and what sounded like a stampede thundering past. A few second later, Naomi slowly opened the door and stuck her head out, nearly gagging as a putrid smell seeped under the protective nose covering and assaulted her senses. One of the mutants was lying on the ground, unconscious, the rest has fled. Smiling, Naomi ran down the hall, skidding to a stop in front of another door. She tried the handle, locked. Naomi wasn't surprised, but she had hoped it would be easier. Pulling a hairpin from her pocket, she opened the clip and inserted it into the lock, wiggling it around like she had seen it done on TV.
"Come on. Come on" she urged, feeling her eyes start to water from the overpowering stench of ammonia emanating from the open bottle that lay ten feet away. "Why did it have to have Ammonium Sulfide? That stuff can be toxic in large quantities"
"What's going on here?!" A choked voice made Naomi jump, she felt the lock click as she looked around. Roger was standing at the end of the hall, a crowd of mutants behind him, one hand covering his nose, the other holding onto what looked like a water cannon. "What the...?" Roger spotted the open bottle, then locked eyes with Naomi. His eyes narrowed, her eyes widened. "I don't know who you are. But I know what you're gonna be!" Roger aimed his cannon at Naomi. A stream of snot shot out of the cannon. Naomi ducked, wrenched open the door, and darted through it, slamming the door shut behind her. As she raced up the stairs to the roof, she swung her backpack and unzipped it. Taking out the second bottle, she unscrewed the lid and threw it over her shoulder. The homemade stink-bomb clattered down the stairs and unleashed a fresh wave of stink on the mutants, who cried out and choked. As Naomi struggled to open the door at the top of the stairs she heard one distinct voice over the chaos below. Roger yelled "GET HER!"
Meanwhile:
Meanwhile, Abby crept down the halls towards the gymnasium, goop shooter at the ready. She rounded the corner and found herself face-to-face with mutant Paige. For a minute, both girls stood there, staring at each other. Than, Paige hissed and sprang. Abby fired, pinning Paige to the ceiling with a stream of goop. Paige opened her mouth to hiss again, and Abby fired again, covering Paige's mouth.
"That felt good" Abby smiled, watching Paige struggle. "Don't go anywhere Paige. I'll be right back" Chuckling at her joke, Abby turned and crept towards the gymnasium doors. Flattening herself against the wall, she adjusted the range of her shooter, straining to hear any noise coming from the other side of the door. She didn't hear anything, which confused her for a second, she also couldn't see any light coming from underneath the doors.
Taking a deep breath, Abby silently counted one, two, THREE! On three, Abby kicked open the gymnasium door and barged in, expecting to find a crowd of angry mutants between her and her teammates, but the gym was empty. Well, almost empty, except for Ty and Lab Rat, who lay face-down on the floor in the center of the gymnasium, bound by what looked like snot.
"Ty! Lab Rat!" Abby rushed towards her teammates. She had almost reached them when Ty looked up, his eyes were green, and they were glowing. Screaming, Abby skidded to a halt as Ty and Lab Rat leapt to their feet, hissing with anger. "No, not you guys too!" Sinister cackling echoed through the room as the lights snapped on. Mutants poured from their hiding places behind the bleachers and the locker rooms, surrounding Abby instantly.
"Tisk tisk, dear Abby" Lance scolded as he emerged from the crowd of mutants, a triumphant look on his face. "You really shouldn't simply rush in like that. Especially when it's so predictable"
"You're not getting away with this, Boil" Abby sneered, aiming his shooter at him.
"I hate to disagree with such enthusiasm, but I already have!" Ty and Lab Rat raised their own goop shooters and fired. Abby darted out of the way and the streams of goop struck several mutants instead, trapping them. Still in mid-leap, Abby fired, the force of her blast knocking Lab Rat down and pinning him to the floor to the floor. The brown-skinned mutant squeaked in rage and Ty hissed, firing again. Abby just barely dodged that one.
"Come on Ty, you call that shooting!" Abby taunted, gooping up a dozen mutants with a series of well-aimed shots. Ty hissed and fired again and again. But he was so angry that he kept missing. "Wow, you have such bad aim!" Abby teased, shooting a glance at the clock. I need to buy some more time. She observed, at least five more minutes. "Come on Ty, time to find out who the better sibling is!" Abby motioned for Ty to attack her.
Ty hissed and threw down his shooter. Abby felt a smile flicker across her face as she gooped the face of a mutant who had tried to jump on her from behind. Ty leapt and Abby swung her shooter around, firing at point blank range. But Ty struck the shooter just as it fired, so only his foot was hit. Snarling, he knocked the shooter from Abby's hands. Abby gasped and backed up as Ty lashed out at her, just missing her by an inch as he strained to move his foot, which was stuck to the ground. Abby glanced at the clock again as the twenty remaining mutants surrounded her. Time or not, she had to risk it. Abby jumped, piling into the nearest mutant, causing him to stagger and fall. Rolling to her feet, Abby raced for the door, and the fire alarm control that stood next to it. But as she reached for it, she felt something wrap around her legs, causing her to trip. Glancing back, she saw that one of Paige's drones had grabbed her ankles. The blonde girl hissed, paring fangs. Before Abby could react, she felt another student grab her arms and haul her to her feet. "Let me go!" Abby struggled, but her captor's grip was like iron.
"Ha! Ha! You fail Abby Archer!" Lance crowed as Abby was forced into a kneeling position by Paige's two drones, each holding onto one of her hands while a third student placed his foot in the middle of her back.
"Don't count your boils before their popped" Abby shot back. "I've still got a few tricks"
"Oh really?" Lance cocked his head. "Please share with me"
"Ha! Like I'd..." Abby started to reply, but was interrupted when the gymnasium doors burst open. Roger appeared, coughing violently.
"And where have you been?" Lance demanded, Abby struggled the free herself, but her efforts were fruitless.
"Sorry boss, cough, but it looks like we, cough, missed one" Roger wheezed, stepping aside to let two mutants enter side by side, in between them was a small, struggling figure. Naomi!
No! Abby's face fell as she watched Naomi being lead towards Lance. She looked bad. There was a dark bruise on her face and her eyes looked watery. But she looked more angry than hurt.
"A civilian? Well my dear" Lance turned back to Abby. "If this is what you meant by tricks, than I'd say it looks like I will have the last laugh!" Lance laughed out loud as Abby and Naomi struggled to free themselves from their captor's grasp.
