I grew tired of writing the in-between, so the following events will exist as vignettes instead.
Fennel shoved the metal door of the storage shed upwards, flakes of rust drifting down around her.
Pleasedon'tletthisonehavebeenraidedpleasedo...
The walls were lined with weapons. Military grade weapons, ransacked from the great Shiftry War.
Fennel couldn't help it. She laughed. And there was some manaicalness involved.
The classroom door was kicked open. Fennel raced inside, grabbed a small boy by the collar, and raced out again.
"Hello! I'm taking this small child on an adventure! Say hello, Hostage!"
The truck roared underneath the overpass. Grimsley leapt off it. He landed perfectly, rolling to break the fall, then digging his claws into the roof.
He got to his feet. Blasts of wind whipped at his body, dispersing his smokescreen. At the other side of the roof, Fennel copied his motion, a knife sliding into each hand.
"Heeeeey Griiiiiimsley!" she yelled. "People have been shooting at me today! You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
"Where's Cress?"
"You're a Cress! Have you told Caitlin that she shouldn't exist yet?"
He didn't respond. There was nothing to be said.
"It'll be fuuuuunny! Do it! Dooooo iiiiiit!"
Grimsley advanced on her. She tried to jab at him with her knife. He edged to the side. She slashed at him. He stepped backwards.
"C'mon, Frankenstein! Guy in the cabin's going to notice us any second! Come at me!"
He was faster than she was. They both knew it.
Grimsley threw a punch. She ducked, then tried to slice a chunk out of his right leg. He lifted it, then brought his foot down hard on her arm.
She tried to wiggle out. He grabbed the back of her neck, and shoved her face down into the material of the roof. She tried to push herself up, and she was strong, *really* strong.
But he was stronger. He had he...
Her other hand, no longer in a position to stab, went to her pocket. And pulled out an airhorn.
PFFFFFFFFFFUT!
The noise hit him like a physical force, jagged shards of pain bursting into life around his sensitive ears. He loosened his grip, and she shoved him.
Right off the side of the truck.
"Cmon."
The Blastoise lurched down the street. Fennel stood right in the center, pocket RPG raised up onto her right shoulder.
"Cmon."
It started to gain speed.
Fennel knelt down, aligning the projectile path with the oncoming monster. "Cmooooooon."
Blastoise used Rapid Spin.
But Fennel used the RPG.
The world seemed to warp around it. Two glowing red eyes locked onto hers.
"Would you like... some murder?"
Fennel took a deep breath. Then smiled. "Yes. Yes please. The men coming down the street, if you'd be so kind."
It didn't move. It just continued to stare.
"I work with the ones who are like you."
...
"The people chasing you are the ones that locked you up."
...
Without a sound, the Domalakazam turned, and walked off down the street.
"She's using a sword? Where did she get a sword?"
"I think the real question is, how did I get into this control node?"
"Wha..."
"I'ma CARVE YOUR ARMS OFF!"
"We were friends. I believed in you."
They were in an empty warehouse. It was very late. Brycen looked angry, angrier than she had ever seen him.
"Ah, but can you believe how much kids love Cinnamon Crunch?"
Brycen ran at her. Fennel danced out of the way of his punch, backhanding him across the face. It knocked him backwards, though he didn't seem all that phased.
He ran at her again. This time, she let him get close, then grabbed his hands with her own.
He tried to push. She didn't budge.
"Wh... why are you this strong?" he growled. An unusual type of expression, for Brycen.
"Would you believe me if I said Plasmar?"
"Stop lying!"
"Well, I am a celebrated war veteran criminal, and I do look after myself. But beyond that... I genuinely don't know. I've always been weirdly strong. Good genes, I guess."
There was a roar from outside. Beartic had arrived.
"Say, Brycen, what do you imagine they'll do to me if they catch me."
"You will be placed in jail!"
"Hmm. But..."
She spat in his face, then pulled them into a wall. She was able to rip her fingers away, though it was extremely painful.
She ran over to the cabinet, reaching down behind it to grab the item she'd left there earlier.
Beartic came in through the door, murder in its eyes.
"Alright then! A battle of karate honour, between former friends." she yelled, as she raised the shotgun.
Fennel limped into the makeshift Entralink hub. Musharna the Munna was waiting for her.
She had a minute. The police were closing on on the building. Grimsley, Beartic and Brycen had all survived their encounters with her. Someone had shot her in the back. Lot of blood.
Fennel lurched across the room to the Entralink controls, slumping across the machine back. She forced herself up, tapping a few keys. Her vision blurred.
She was tired. She was so tired.
The machine whirred into life. She could hear the sirens outside. Fennel tapped the final key.
"Muzzarnah." she slurred. "Dez... deztroy theh huhb. Don' let... follow."
The world went white. The door was flung open.
But Fennel was gone.