03-29-2023, 02:03 AM
The gun was stocked tight to his shoulder as he backed away from the body. He was purposeful in his steps. Any hint of fatigue was chased away like a bad dream. The fucking glorious adrenaline coursed his veins instead. His gaze darted from the body to the corners of the ceiling. Down the walls. Back across the floor. Studying the body. The thing hadn’t yet left it. Or if it had, it must have been invisible. The lights were low. Could he have missed it? He blinked a few extra times. The blur across that left-half of the hall was still fucking annoying. His marksmanship would never be the same. But he could still shoot a fucking fog monster.
By then he’d taken up a position best angled to take advantage of the exit, on the other side of the dead guy and nasty-ass fog unfortunately, and the boiler room behind him just in case anymore decided to blow in.
He only noticed Marcus as he emerged from the boiler room because that stank menace preceding him.
"See you found your balls and decided to join the guns,” he said without so much as looking at the other man. He was dead square aimed on the already dead guy. Weird thing to think but sometimes weird shit happens.
Then the power swarmed around his head and Ryker pivoted like a smooth fucking ice-dancing skater, aiming the barrel up Marcus's forehead instead. “Get that shit off of me,” he might have swat at the threads like buzzing flies but like hell was he lowering the rifle.
“If you really want me to be useful, show me how to break that bitch's shield. You and I both know a gun won’t do shit here.” The silence stretched tense between them. Then he added something else just in case the Consul decided to get creative.
"Just don’t use me as bait. I already tried it. Killing him did no good." He paused a second, then added, "Nah, I'm lying... I hated that guy.”
By then he’d taken up a position best angled to take advantage of the exit, on the other side of the dead guy and nasty-ass fog unfortunately, and the boiler room behind him just in case anymore decided to blow in.
He only noticed Marcus as he emerged from the boiler room because that stank menace preceding him.
"See you found your balls and decided to join the guns,” he said without so much as looking at the other man. He was dead square aimed on the already dead guy. Weird thing to think but sometimes weird shit happens.
Then the power swarmed around his head and Ryker pivoted like a smooth fucking ice-dancing skater, aiming the barrel up Marcus's forehead instead. “Get that shit off of me,” he might have swat at the threads like buzzing flies but like hell was he lowering the rifle.
“If you really want me to be useful, show me how to break that bitch's shield. You and I both know a gun won’t do shit here.” The silence stretched tense between them. Then he added something else just in case the Consul decided to get creative.
"Just don’t use me as bait. I already tried it. Killing him did no good." He paused a second, then added, "Nah, I'm lying... I hated that guy.”