the hyperion } { never a breath you can afford to waste
Lois hit the ground hard, landing on her knees in the middle of a room.
The adrenaline was still pumping, she wasn’t sure from what, but this wasn’t where she left herself five minutes ago, and she wasn’t having any of it. She was on her feet in half a second, making her way quickly towards the nearest door. She needed to get out to the nearest pay phone, call the Blur, and find a way to get her the hell out of there.
She was almost out to the courtyard, when there was another flash of light and suddenly a girl who played too much Street Fighter as a kid was standing in front of her. They eyed each other warily for a moment hesitant about what exactly to do, before Street Fighter drew a sword from behind her back.
“Crap.”
Yes, Lois, that was the Word of the Day.
She stumbled backwards from the door, preparing to high tail it and run the other way, when her shoulder hit one of the cabinets along the wall and she heard the sound of metal clattering to the ground. When she turned, she spotted some assorted weaponry lying on the floor, and she frowned. What crazy person kept a mace in a closet?
Then Ninja Girl’s sword went swiping over her head, and Lois decided she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
She hadn’t used a mace since she was sixteen, and her dad was playing ambassador in the Middle East. There was a boy, and he was mostly to see the General’s head explode, but never let it be said that she didn’t know how to get everything out of an experience. The boy taught her quite a bit about how to handle some old school weapons, and it was going to work out in her favor now. She darted down picked up the mace, and used it to slam into ninja girl’s head.
And then the mace broke.
The mace broke on her head.
“Double crap.”
Okay, Lois. Time to run.
The adrenaline was still pumping, she wasn’t sure from what, but this wasn’t where she left herself five minutes ago, and she wasn’t having any of it. She was on her feet in half a second, making her way quickly towards the nearest door. She needed to get out to the nearest pay phone, call the Blur, and find a way to get her the hell out of there.
She was almost out to the courtyard, when there was another flash of light and suddenly a girl who played too much Street Fighter as a kid was standing in front of her. They eyed each other warily for a moment hesitant about what exactly to do, before Street Fighter drew a sword from behind her back.
“Crap.”
Yes, Lois, that was the Word of the Day.
She stumbled backwards from the door, preparing to high tail it and run the other way, when her shoulder hit one of the cabinets along the wall and she heard the sound of metal clattering to the ground. When she turned, she spotted some assorted weaponry lying on the floor, and she frowned. What crazy person kept a mace in a closet?
Then Ninja Girl’s sword went swiping over her head, and Lois decided she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
She hadn’t used a mace since she was sixteen, and her dad was playing ambassador in the Middle East. There was a boy, and he was mostly to see the General’s head explode, but never let it be said that she didn’t know how to get everything out of an experience. The boy taught her quite a bit about how to handle some old school weapons, and it was going to work out in her favor now. She darted down picked up the mace, and used it to slam into ninja girl’s head.
And then the mace broke.
The mace broke on her head.
“Double crap.”
Okay, Lois. Time to run.