“Haul some serious ass you fucknuggets or that gook with wings is gonna blast you to bits too!” Three men and a woman sprinted down an empty street, heads swiveling back and forth, eyes darting all over the sky above them.
“Fuck fuck fuck! I don’t wanna go out like this man! Not like this!” A younger raider with only a magnum cussed at his friends. “Fuck you guys I toldjya this was a fuck-ass plan!”
“Shut it Norm and get in the Jep!” The first raider barked back, hopping into the driver’s seat of a four-wheeled bucket of rust and scrap parts with four chairs screwed down on the inside of the frame.
Norm hopped in the back, the other two raiders sitting next to him and the apparent leader of the squad who reached for the key still in the ignition.
“Wait the fuck what’s that sm-“
There was a short click before a shower of sparks spat out from where the dashboard used to be, the passengers of the vehicle suddenly igniting instantaneously in their seats. All four of them began screaming as the flames engulfed their bodies. The two men in the front spilled out, only guttural cries being ejected from their lungs. The second man in the back went limp after only a few seconds of being burnt, whilst Norm leapt out into the sandy road and began rolling around in the dirt. After over a full minute or two of him cussing and yelling, the heat was extinguished, leaving a young man covered in black and red. Bits of his skin and clothes lay about him, where he had thrown his body back and forth.
There was heavy footsteps, and a silhouette stood over the young raider. He looked up to see a woman with military garb and gear, and a hijab over her head. Her face was expressionless, looking down not at him but all over his body. Then her head tilted upwards, and she stepped over the boy over to the jeep with seats that were still burning. The heat distorted the air around it, sending black smoke into the sky.
Aadibah looked around the base of the vehicle, and picked up the .357 magnum that had previously been in Norm’s hand. Some of his skin was stuck to the grip, which she brushed off with a casual swipe of her bare hand. The woman flicked out the revolver, spinning it a few times, taking out one bullet and flicking it back in and peering down the sights. There was a click and snap of the hammer as she dry-fired the trigger before putting the bullet back in. She lifted up her jacket, stuffing the weapon in the back of her pants before covering it back up.
Then she walked away. The soldier never looked back as the screaming slowly subsided, and Norm’s body relaxed.
***
“Allllllright everyone it’s time to give a crash course in nuclear physics!”
“OH GOD PLEASE N-!”
Craca-BOOM!
The high-pitched screams of two raiders were replaced with the echoing thunder of a small nuclear detonation, brought forth from the rod attached to her arm in a spectacle of light and heat.
“Under ideal conditions, hydrogen atoms fuse together moving at eleven million meters per second at temperatures exceeding ten billion degrees Celsius. Wanna see what this atomic fire does to you?"
“ONE OF YOU FUCKS SHOOT THE DAMNED BIRB!”
“Time to give a live experiment! Artsimovich would be proud!” Balls of light and energy formed around the rod again, and suddenly three more raiders were vaporized. Black ash silhouettes painted the dirt beneath them, shrubs and other plants also being wiped away in a similar fashion.
Patrick craned his head up, eyes tracking the flying girl who now hovered almost directly over him. It was here that his grandfather’s calloused hand thwacked him over the head, followed by a quick cuss.
“Ain’t you gon’ be lookin’ up no lady’s skirt when she’s been savin’ yer ass boi! I dun’t raise you to ster at a lady’s unergarmens!”
The young boy grumbled something under his breath, rubbing the back of his head as he hefted a bucket of water. “Not like she’s was makin’ any attempts teh cover dat shit up…” Indeed, the flying prime’s green skirt was flitting about in the wind as she decimated the raiders.
"A near-miss of a charged particle as it deflects away from another releases radiation in a process called Bremsstrahlung. You won't have to worry too much about that because my ultimate energy won't be missing."
“Gentlemen.” Patrick and his elder whipped around. Aadibah marched past the both of them, eyes locked on the girl hovering above the raiders. Her brows were angled, her lips pursed.
“Fuck fuck fuck! I don’t wanna go out like this man! Not like this!” A younger raider with only a magnum cussed at his friends. “Fuck you guys I toldjya this was a fuck-ass plan!”
“Shut it Norm and get in the Jep!” The first raider barked back, hopping into the driver’s seat of a four-wheeled bucket of rust and scrap parts with four chairs screwed down on the inside of the frame.
Norm hopped in the back, the other two raiders sitting next to him and the apparent leader of the squad who reached for the key still in the ignition.
“Wait the fuck what’s that sm-“
There was a short click before a shower of sparks spat out from where the dashboard used to be, the passengers of the vehicle suddenly igniting instantaneously in their seats. All four of them began screaming as the flames engulfed their bodies. The two men in the front spilled out, only guttural cries being ejected from their lungs. The second man in the back went limp after only a few seconds of being burnt, whilst Norm leapt out into the sandy road and began rolling around in the dirt. After over a full minute or two of him cussing and yelling, the heat was extinguished, leaving a young man covered in black and red. Bits of his skin and clothes lay about him, where he had thrown his body back and forth.
There was heavy footsteps, and a silhouette stood over the young raider. He looked up to see a woman with military garb and gear, and a hijab over her head. Her face was expressionless, looking down not at him but all over his body. Then her head tilted upwards, and she stepped over the boy over to the jeep with seats that were still burning. The heat distorted the air around it, sending black smoke into the sky.
Aadibah looked around the base of the vehicle, and picked up the .357 magnum that had previously been in Norm’s hand. Some of his skin was stuck to the grip, which she brushed off with a casual swipe of her bare hand. The woman flicked out the revolver, spinning it a few times, taking out one bullet and flicking it back in and peering down the sights. There was a click and snap of the hammer as she dry-fired the trigger before putting the bullet back in. She lifted up her jacket, stuffing the weapon in the back of her pants before covering it back up.
Then she walked away. The soldier never looked back as the screaming slowly subsided, and Norm’s body relaxed.
***
“Allllllright everyone it’s time to give a crash course in nuclear physics!”
“OH GOD PLEASE N-!”
Craca-BOOM!
The high-pitched screams of two raiders were replaced with the echoing thunder of a small nuclear detonation, brought forth from the rod attached to her arm in a spectacle of light and heat.
“Under ideal conditions, hydrogen atoms fuse together moving at eleven million meters per second at temperatures exceeding ten billion degrees Celsius. Wanna see what this atomic fire does to you?"
“ONE OF YOU FUCKS SHOOT THE DAMNED BIRB!”
“Time to give a live experiment! Artsimovich would be proud!” Balls of light and energy formed around the rod again, and suddenly three more raiders were vaporized. Black ash silhouettes painted the dirt beneath them, shrubs and other plants also being wiped away in a similar fashion.
Patrick craned his head up, eyes tracking the flying girl who now hovered almost directly over him. It was here that his grandfather’s calloused hand thwacked him over the head, followed by a quick cuss.
“Ain’t you gon’ be lookin’ up no lady’s skirt when she’s been savin’ yer ass boi! I dun’t raise you to ster at a lady’s unergarmens!”
The young boy grumbled something under his breath, rubbing the back of his head as he hefted a bucket of water. “Not like she’s was makin’ any attempts teh cover dat shit up…” Indeed, the flying prime’s green skirt was flitting about in the wind as she decimated the raiders.
"A near-miss of a charged particle as it deflects away from another releases radiation in a process called Bremsstrahlung. You won't have to worry too much about that because my ultimate energy won't be missing."
“Gentlemen.” Patrick and his elder whipped around. Aadibah marched past the both of them, eyes locked on the girl hovering above the raiders. Her brows were angled, her lips pursed.
Such terror you are facing
Isn't it wonderful?
Isn't it wonderful?