The next five days went along about the same as the first; with the only difference being that The Creeper stopped shaking Minerva awake. He instead threw beakers at her. He had learned that he could prevent her from hurting him by punching right under her ribcage. He hated doing it but he had to. They were running out of time and he couldn't afford any more set backs.
/It Can't End Like This! pt1/
Minerva's eyes slowly opened as she awoke from a strange dream. She tried to recall it but in an instant, it was gone, seemingly locked in a currently unaccessible part of her mind. She sighed and looked around, surprised The Creeper hadn't already waken her. She stood and pulled on her boots before walking out of her room and flying to the floor below. She sniffed the air. His scent was nowhere to be found. She walked around and sniffed everything but his scent had seemingly vanished.
Her ears perked up as she heard a deep growling coming from outside of the pipe that led to the surface. She snarled and summoned her wings. She flew up through the pipe and let out a loud screech as she surfaced. Almost instantly, she was hit in the chest with a bullet. She groaned and landed in front of the pipe, blood dripping down her chest. She snarled as she looked at her attackers.
There were two men, probably in their thirties, standing a few feet away from her. They both had dark colored hair and dark eyes. One of them was wielding a handgun, the other, a knife. There was a large shotgun strapped to each of their backs and smaller handguns were strapped to various parts of their bodies.
She snarled again, her fangs bared. One of the men faltered for a second before gasping and aiming his gun at her. "Listen, boys," she rasped in her darkest voice, "I really suggest that you leave before," she summoned her tail and flicked it, the spike on its tip glinting in the sunlight, "I get really angry." The man faltered again but the other man drew his shotgun and aimed at her chest.
"Listen here, you inhuman beast, you have no right to live after what you did to my wife!" A confused look crossed Minerva's face.
"Say what? I didn't hurt your wife!"
"Yes you did!" He pulled out a picture. "Lookit here! Do you remember her?!" Minerva gasped. The woman in the picture was the same one that The Creeper has said had the recessive brain disease. She groaned. I can either be dark-evil, peppy-evil, or dumb. She thought for a second. I choose peppy-evil.
"Oh yeah! I remember her! Yes, she tasted very good!" The man yelled and pulled the trigger of his shotgun. The bullets ripped through Minerva's stomach and part of her chest, leaving a large bloody hole. She groaned and fell backwards against the pipe. She reached her hand up in an effort to cover the hole as she fell to the ground. Her vision became blurry as the men approached her, most likely to finish her off.
/smirks/ I'm ending this chapter here to mess with you. I won't update until someone reviews this chapter.