08-08-2016, 02:06 PM
Karl sat in the back, a gleeful smile mounted on his face like a golden trophy. And why wouldn’t he be happy? He was alive, and surrounded by a militia of people who would protect him until they got off this overgrown rock. “Oh, take the next left,” Christa’s eyes glinted in the rear-view mirror. There was no way in hell she was taking anything from him anymore.
EEEEERRRRRKKKKK!!
The truck’s massive wheels shrieked as the one-armed woman swung it a full hundred and eighty degrees. Everyone was jostled out of place as they lurched forward with the abrasive swerve; Abner’s chin nearly missed the dash, and the suave man behind him had pressed his manicured-hand against the window as the other grasped Red’s fur. A low snarl, the true thunderous rumble that only comes from the throat of a lion, filled the quiet and still air before the driver’s seat door opened.
Karl turned to make a witty remark about her driving, but his mind was still reeling, he didn’t notice she’d abandoned ship. Kuh-thunk! His door opened next and the executive was ripped from his seat by the audacious woman who had grabbed him by the neck of his suit, ripping the fabric at the seams. Karl blenched as he heard the soft scream of his prized jacket, but before he could protest, she was nearly on top of him.
“WHERE. THE HELL. IS SHE?”
It was just her and him, everything else fell away. Christa encompassed by blind rage, had pulled everyone off for a pit stop, endangering their lives. Most are probably Primes anyway, she thought, as if that justified it. The group was lucky there weren’t any creature’s lurking on this dilapidated side street.
Christa held up a bruised fist, while the echoes of her vicious tone fell on the ears of the others. Deadpool was the first to hop up out of bed and remark, “Ahh shit, note to self: the hot blonde is on her cycle- CODE RED!”
Her eyes narrowed at this, she didn’t like it when people hid their faces behind a mask of lies, then again she didn’t like Mr. Purple over here either. Although she had pinned him up against the dented metal, her voice was now pleading and broke as the name crested her lips, “Where’s Katia?”
“Why Christa, I’m glad to see you too,” he looked down at her singular hand as though it was a cockroach crawling on him, well, he needed to stomp it with some tact, “You seem to think I’ve taken her captive, Ms. Adams, if you calm down for a second, we can get you up to speed.”
“There’s only one thing I want to hear, Karl, and you know it. I’ve gone through enough Hell on this island, enough of your lying bullshit. Where is she?” But he was rich, powerful, infinite and she hadn’t offered him a thing. This wasn’t an interrogation, it was a negotiation and she’d failed to bring a formidable bribe.
“Uh, hate to interrupt you guys but we’re in the middle of town, zombies could pop out any minute!” Trent said shakily.
“Calm down Christa, I won’t be manhandled by the likes of you–we’ll save that for later anyway– sure, you’ve got the gang back together, but I don’t see everyone. I said I’d tell you where she is, but this? I asked you to scratch my back and tsk, I know it must be hard for you to please anyone but yourself, but this just won’t do at all.”
“What? Just because I didn’t find some Wade guy who’s probably dead anyway,” she scowled at his petty desires, while he looked back at her as though she were nothing more than an attractive worm. “And I’ll get to the bunker, right after you tell me where.”
“He’s actually standing right here,” Red-suit interjected with an audible pout, “Aww, she didn’t bold my dialogue.”
“Hands, darling.” Hating herself, the sniper cringed and released his collar, “I see you’re as unstable as ever, Ms. Adams. Bunker’s old news I’m afraid, but I was telling you how to get to the Census building, but you don’t like to listen, do you?”
“Want me to punch you again?” she challenged, Red watched, half-pleased, “You’re playing your games with real people’s lives. She could be dead.”
“Now, now, that’s too rough.” he said to her fist, “And you could simply re-summon her.” This logic slapped her in the face.
“I’m not some sociopath like you Karl, treating your minions and those lesser than you like toys. My sister? She’s a real person, not because Omni made her that way, but because I did. Whoever took her could be torturing her,” Christa shivered as she tasted the reminiscence of pain fueled by guilt, “And that’s real, she’s a little girl, Karl, I’ve had enough of your games. It’s as simple as this, tell me, and I won’t blow your fucking brains out.”
By now, Abner and Red were by her side, not advocating her behavior, but not stopping it either. Though no one wanted to see the fabulous executive get shot, no one actually believed she'd do it, except Deadpool who wasn't taking any chances with his fellow woman-in-red. The mercenary lurched between her sniper-turned bayonet and Karl, “Can’t let you do that, if you kill him I don’t get my prize.”
“Yeah, me neither,” she admitted to mask-man, “But we’ll both end up back at the Nexus, and then maybe, he’ll realize how serious I am. He’ll be rescued, by Omni himself. No census building for him. Hear that Karl? You die, you lose.”
“Thank you Wade,” Karl placed his hand on the crimson mercenary, “But she won’t shoot me, she’s too desperate-”
POW!
The crackle of broken glass sparkled next to his ear, “Did you think I was fucking kidding?” Deadpool drew his katana, sparked by her threat and thinking this was a shitty sequel to Civil War.
“Karl Jak. You have ten seconds, or you’re going to die. Again.”
EEEEERRRRRKKKKK!!
The truck’s massive wheels shrieked as the one-armed woman swung it a full hundred and eighty degrees. Everyone was jostled out of place as they lurched forward with the abrasive swerve; Abner’s chin nearly missed the dash, and the suave man behind him had pressed his manicured-hand against the window as the other grasped Red’s fur. A low snarl, the true thunderous rumble that only comes from the throat of a lion, filled the quiet and still air before the driver’s seat door opened.
Karl turned to make a witty remark about her driving, but his mind was still reeling, he didn’t notice she’d abandoned ship. Kuh-thunk! His door opened next and the executive was ripped from his seat by the audacious woman who had grabbed him by the neck of his suit, ripping the fabric at the seams. Karl blenched as he heard the soft scream of his prized jacket, but before he could protest, she was nearly on top of him.
“WHERE. THE HELL. IS SHE?”
It was just her and him, everything else fell away. Christa encompassed by blind rage, had pulled everyone off for a pit stop, endangering their lives. Most are probably Primes anyway, she thought, as if that justified it. The group was lucky there weren’t any creature’s lurking on this dilapidated side street.
Christa held up a bruised fist, while the echoes of her vicious tone fell on the ears of the others. Deadpool was the first to hop up out of bed and remark, “Ahh shit, note to self: the hot blonde is on her cycle- CODE RED!”
Her eyes narrowed at this, she didn’t like it when people hid their faces behind a mask of lies, then again she didn’t like Mr. Purple over here either. Although she had pinned him up against the dented metal, her voice was now pleading and broke as the name crested her lips, “Where’s Katia?”
“Why Christa, I’m glad to see you too,” he looked down at her singular hand as though it was a cockroach crawling on him, well, he needed to stomp it with some tact, “You seem to think I’ve taken her captive, Ms. Adams, if you calm down for a second, we can get you up to speed.”
“There’s only one thing I want to hear, Karl, and you know it. I’ve gone through enough Hell on this island, enough of your lying bullshit. Where is she?” But he was rich, powerful, infinite and she hadn’t offered him a thing. This wasn’t an interrogation, it was a negotiation and she’d failed to bring a formidable bribe.
“Uh, hate to interrupt you guys but we’re in the middle of town, zombies could pop out any minute!” Trent said shakily.
“Calm down Christa, I won’t be manhandled by the likes of you–we’ll save that for later anyway– sure, you’ve got the gang back together, but I don’t see everyone. I said I’d tell you where she is, but this? I asked you to scratch my back and tsk, I know it must be hard for you to please anyone but yourself, but this just won’t do at all.”
“What? Just because I didn’t find some Wade guy who’s probably dead anyway,” she scowled at his petty desires, while he looked back at her as though she were nothing more than an attractive worm. “And I’ll get to the bunker, right after you tell me where.”
“He’s actually standing right here,” Red-suit interjected with an audible pout, “Aww, she didn’t bold my dialogue.”
“Hands, darling.” Hating herself, the sniper cringed and released his collar, “I see you’re as unstable as ever, Ms. Adams. Bunker’s old news I’m afraid, but I was telling you how to get to the Census building, but you don’t like to listen, do you?”
“Want me to punch you again?” she challenged, Red watched, half-pleased, “You’re playing your games with real people’s lives. She could be dead.”
“Now, now, that’s too rough.” he said to her fist, “And you could simply re-summon her.” This logic slapped her in the face.
“I’m not some sociopath like you Karl, treating your minions and those lesser than you like toys. My sister? She’s a real person, not because Omni made her that way, but because I did. Whoever took her could be torturing her,” Christa shivered as she tasted the reminiscence of pain fueled by guilt, “And that’s real, she’s a little girl, Karl, I’ve had enough of your games. It’s as simple as this, tell me, and I won’t blow your fucking brains out.”
By now, Abner and Red were by her side, not advocating her behavior, but not stopping it either. Though no one wanted to see the fabulous executive get shot, no one actually believed she'd do it, except Deadpool who wasn't taking any chances with his fellow woman-in-red. The mercenary lurched between her sniper-turned bayonet and Karl, “Can’t let you do that, if you kill him I don’t get my prize.”
“Yeah, me neither,” she admitted to mask-man, “But we’ll both end up back at the Nexus, and then maybe, he’ll realize how serious I am. He’ll be rescued, by Omni himself. No census building for him. Hear that Karl? You die, you lose.”
“Thank you Wade,” Karl placed his hand on the crimson mercenary, “But she won’t shoot me, she’s too desperate-”
POW!
The crackle of broken glass sparkled next to his ear, “Did you think I was fucking kidding?” Deadpool drew his katana, sparked by her threat and thinking this was a shitty sequel to Civil War.
“Karl Jak. You have ten seconds, or you’re going to die. Again.”
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