It was early evening, maybe 6ish or 7ish, and Danny MacBride checked his E-Z-Scan area scanner. Still nothing. He had heard rumors of a large squad of DarkNight agents that had been brazenly running by this street almost every night for the last two or three nights. Now he had been on this street all evening and had still yet to see anything.
At twenty years of age Danny was a bit old for a frother just starting out, but he was also the first son of the illustrious MacBride patriarch and as his father would often say, “M’lad, some day I wont be gone for good and you’ll have to take my place. Now you have two choices, you can pick up the family claymore like your old man, or you can die and let your brother take your place.” Personally, Danny had wanted to become a suit. He had more of a mind for it, and there was honor and glory to be won within the company. But as per usual his old man had prevailed and here he was, on some dank street waiting to challenge his mettle in combat with who knew how many DarkNight agents.<BEEP>
The sound of his scanner tore Danny’s mind out of his brooding.
<BEEP><BEEP>
He looked at the display. They were still well down the street.
<BEEP><BEEP><BEEP>
Danny’s eyes widened, it wasn’t a squad of DarkNight agents, it was a HOST!!!
<BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP>
His hand fumbled with his drug dispenser as he tried to ready his weapon.
<BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP><BEEP>
The UV swam through his system as the first of the agents came into view. Danny readied himself to run at their challenge, when they unexpectedly began to turn towards him. It was then that Danny realized just how big his enemy was. Maybe just over a meter tall and all wearing trademark DarkNight armor. Above their heads some of the enemy brandished their firearms like devils. As they ran towards him they let out a terrible scream. Still a few yards off he could already feel the force of their shots as they impacted his body. Danny screamed himself, but the mass before him just screamed louder.
Danny took a step back as they got closer, but he stumbled over some garbage and fell. Then they were on him, their tiny feet stomping over his cowering body as they ran on to some unknown destination.
“Man, I swear there were hundreds of them, all firing away at me!”
“Well, there are absolutely NO bullet wounds, or even marks.”
“There’s got to be something....”
“Son, get out of my clinic.”
well, this is the first bit of anything i've really posted here. Comments are much apreciated.
and to Miss. Sue out there, thanks for the inspiration. ,:-)
Jason K. Averill
Lucky '13
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