Dreyanna - Chapter 08

Dreyanna - Chapter 08
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[previously...]

• We learned that there's a place, that's not a place, that is a place where you can't place things, but where everything has a place.
• We learned who and what Dreyanna and Farah are, and why they sought each other.
• ...
• and Jen was ...

[and now...]
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Dreyanna wrapped herself around Jen's mortally wounded body; Farah would not be his - Death would have to come through her first. "Please don't go", she whispered as her tears washed blood from Jen's neck. "Don't you leave me!", Dre willed every ounce of her own life into Farah.

. . .

"I have them", Three calls into his comm grinning from the shadows as he spots the two girls; dead or unconscious, it didn't matter to Three - they would not escape this time.

. . .

Andrea awoke with what had to be the worst hangover she had ever experienced, and there had been a few. Exhausted and freezing, it took a bit for the world to come into focus. Had it snowed? It was as though she were laying on ice- oh God, is that- ?

Andrea fell backward and scurried away. Where the hell was she? What happened? Why was she lying on top of a dead woman? Dre's mind raced as she tried to remember how she got here. The last thing she could clearly remember was... being ambushed in a dark alley. What the fuck?!

Dre slowly crawled back toward the body, there was something familiar about her. The woman was- covered in frost?! It was more than eighty degrees out- how could she be- ?

The roof! Andrea finally recognized her surroundings - she was on the roof of her gym... but how did she- ?

Just then the door flew open and two dozen slagmen charged out. Believing their plasma guns ineffective, they welt clubs and shock sticks. They were sharply dressed and could easily pass as human - not that it mattered to them, but Samuels hated drawing attention to himself.

"Oh fuck", Dre observes as she comes to her feet, not sure if these are feds or thugs. The men were dressed in fine suits, and wouldn't you know - all had dark shades. "I didn't -", she began only to be cut off.

"Get her!", Three screamed as he stepped out from behind a large cooling unit.

Andrea managed to dodge backward as Seven and Nineteen swung at her. There was something familiar about this too... though she was pretty sure these were not street punks. The strangest thing about them is they all looked the same - white skin, auburn hair, six feet, a buck-eighty, strong jaw and high cheekbones- what the hell was going on here?!

Andrea's arms jerked and spasmed as Thirteen drained his cattle prod between her shoulders. Dre staggered forward and shook her head. She took Four's club mid-swing and crushed his eye with it, shattering the lens beneath as violet blood oozed out. She then grabs Four's prod and jams it into Six's throat, a shower of sparks blows out his gums - revealing some of the metal beneath.

What the fuck are they?! Andrea watched Four and Six get back up. She didn't know Twenty-Three was behind her until he caught her in a nelson. Dre tried to twist and dodge but Four's club caught her dead in the clit. She curled up, wrenching her arms forward - nearly tearing Twenty-Three's shoulder servos.

Andrea's legs shot back to the ground as Six caught her under the chin with his prod. The world went dark.

Seconds later Dre's vision returned, she had dropped to one knee and was breathing hard. Twenty-Three's left arm dangled by a single wire, his right had been shoved down his throat. Twenty-Three's prod had found it's way up Six's arse, leaving him convulsing on the ground. Four lie unmoving, his pelvis and skull both crushed. Thirteen had his own prod impaled though his chest and was clawing at it with a broken arm. All around them were pools of yellow, violet, black, and green.

Dre had a wicked smile as she rose to her feet. What the fuck is she?!, Three thought as Andrea sauntered toward him. He fumbled for his pulse pistol almost dropping it. He knew they didn't work before, but he was desperate - he fired blindly as he tried to run.

Most of the shots missed, one striking Seventeen in the eye - exploding in a spray of orange and clear goo. Dre let out a cry in shock as she grabbed her left arm. Her skin had turned bright red where it hit.

"She's vulnerable now, FIRE!!", Three ordered. The twenty remaining slagmen drew their plasma rifles from under their suits and opened fire. The spray struck everything, burning holes in the concrete, and making Andrea scream in agony as she instinctively dove to protect Jen's body.

The intense heat gave way to freezing cold as darkness again stole Dre's conscious. The slagmen fired every round they had into the couple, not noticing the shots freeze into nothingness.