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ONE MILLION TROOPS; wow! extremeee
Topic Started: Dec 14 2016, 07:25 PM (559 Views)
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((Leslie Price continued from God in Three Persons.))

And that wasn't very long at all. Just two or three minutes at the very most. Leslie's awareness of the impending confrontation gave everything an adrenaline spike. Primal thrill. Intellectually, she knew all about it. Disconcertingly atavistic as an impulse, but it worked. She felt as sharp as ever. The slightest rustle or flicker or shift in the environment registered in her mind, each and every change in stimulus being noted, her mind all primed for chasing down prey or shielding against predators. Time seemed to crawl and crawl as the small group moved.

The why suddenly set in: that amorphous, blurry shape wasn't some sack or bag. The colors were wrong, the anatomy -
a dead body. That was a corpse. Green Hair Boy was carrying a corpse, namely

Jasmine King.

The bastard sunuvabitch--! Only a handful of conceivable reasons came to mind, none of them good. That settled it: they were either the killer(s?) or sick fucks or otherwise pure evil. If they'd been trying to respectfully bury Jasmine, they wouldn't be dragging her across the island like this; just found an appropriate, quiet place and shoveled or cremated it or whatever else. No, there had to be some sort of ulterior motive for all that effort. Probably trying to cover up their or his crimes. Maybe trying to sadistically taunt her family for some imagined transgression or other. Didn't matter. She'd dispense justice she'd finally get to be the righteous one she had a justification now, a raison d'etre, an objective to achieve at last!

Right there. She felt of two minds: on one mind a rage freely flowing, and on the other a sort of cold awareness. Over there! Those motherfuckers were slinking into the library and by God she wouldn't let them -- him -- get away with this shit they would pay.

Ambush. She'd ambush them. There, beside the doorway. The perfect place. She'd listen in for awhile, try to tell who was in control, then WHAM get the drop on them fast they'd never have a chance, not even with guns that's how fast she'd be.

Smoothly, she sidled up next to the entrance, but something was amiss - there were two speaking, two inside the building, and there had been - SHIT the third one was still outside. Stay cool stay cool get the drop on that one instead, hold them hostage maybe -

She noticed someone moving, and it was as though time had stopped completely for a single moment.
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Only moments later, there was a ruckus from the two on the inside. The critical focus of Leslie's momentum slipped naturally toward them. Get inside and take them both down in one, smooth, overpowering motion! Green Hair Boy first, of course, then that chick tagging along with him-

Whirling around on her right foot, she shifted direction into the door. One hand ready to catch punches and throw her opponents off-balance, the other balled up and ready to deliver strikes of her own, using the momentum and force from her legs against the floor as the critical leverage for the killing blows.

It went well for several seconds until she actually entered the messy, book-strewn floor; one shaky misstep on a badly-placed tome and she stumbled, flying wide from her intended target and instinctively tried to spin back around with her left foot to stop, rebalance, and go in for another hit. Vital time lost could she make up for it-
Edited by shotgunkid, Jan 4 2017, 04:52 AM.
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-she couldn't. The second barrage of hits she attempted overshot the other person -- a vague mess of skin and hair and colors in her eyes -- and she continued stumbling.

Directly into the path of some bookshelves.

All she could think of was the anger at having missed them, the fact they were fleeing, then some terror as she realized she was flying directly into a bookshelf and about to smack into it headfirst.

By the time she realized her skull and it were on a collision course, it was too late.

WHUMP

((Leslie Price continued elsewhere..))
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