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Mixtape Ghost NThe moment lasted forever. As the bullets fired and ricocheted off the sealed door, the solemnity grew. After what felt like an eternity of an internal battle with herself, Gershwin seemed to shed a tear that reflected her vibrant ruby glow. Instead of a rugged monster voice, a human one came, the sweet humanity contained within her:
Gershwin stepped over Agent Caits' body and proceeded towards the door that separated them from the soldiers.
Her first punch did nothing. But the reaction a was 100-percent-grade-bitch on a scale of pain and a few fractures may be had. No matter, the pain and the injuries only empowered her to be even stronger. The damage remained but in their place was a ghostly, phantasmal glow. Blow by blow she damaged herself even more, Gershwin shouting an unholy growl as she broke her body more and more, but each time the glow spread to her hands, arms, shoulders, until there was none of the flesh and bone left - but she still kept punching and breaking the door down. One final swing, and the metalloid door came crashing down.
The soldiers were right on point, and shot her down in a crossfire volley. The bullets brought her down and holes riddled her. They paid good attention to the vital organs.
The next second grew still and tremendously terrifying. Did they take her down?
Another second later.
Like an uncoiled spring, she jumped up and leaped towards the dozen or so men. A cacophony of gunfire, men screaming and squealing in fire, and a ghoulish laughter and feral growl. Holes were made through stomaches, bones cracked musically against the walls and within Gershwin's fists, blood sprayed and covered the walls like a contemporary art gallery.
When the hall was clear and human flesh littered the floor, Gershwin returned and pulled Agent Caits out of the anaesthetic liquid, careful not to kill her in the process. She picked up the fallen door and placed it so it provided ample cover but with an escape through the sides.
The monster that was Gershwin inhaled deeply before running off.
The front door was now no problem for her as she merely scratched and tore her way through the thick, abrasive-resistant, bulletproof steel and to the outside grounds.
A bloody massacre occurred not seconds later.
"...No..."
Gershwin stepped over Agent Caits' body and proceeded towards the door that separated them from the soldiers.
"...You don't get to die..."
Her first punch did nothing. But the reaction a was 100-percent-grade-bitch on a scale of pain and a few fractures may be had. No matter, the pain and the injuries only empowered her to be even stronger. The damage remained but in their place was a ghostly, phantasmal glow. Blow by blow she damaged herself even more, Gershwin shouting an unholy growl as she broke her body more and more, but each time the glow spread to her hands, arms, shoulders, until there was none of the flesh and bone left - but she still kept punching and breaking the door down. One final swing, and the metalloid door came crashing down.
The soldiers were right on point, and shot her down in a crossfire volley. The bullets brought her down and holes riddled her. They paid good attention to the vital organs.
The next second grew still and tremendously terrifying. Did they take her down?
Another second later.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA, RUN BITCHES, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Like an uncoiled spring, she jumped up and leaped towards the dozen or so men. A cacophony of gunfire, men screaming and squealing in fire, and a ghoulish laughter and feral growl. Holes were made through stomaches, bones cracked musically against the walls and within Gershwin's fists, blood sprayed and covered the walls like a contemporary art gallery.
When the hall was clear and human flesh littered the floor, Gershwin returned and pulled Agent Caits out of the anaesthetic liquid, careful not to kill her in the process. She picked up the fallen door and placed it so it provided ample cover but with an escape through the sides.
The monster that was Gershwin inhaled deeply before running off.
The front door was now no problem for her as she merely scratched and tore her way through the thick, abrasive-resistant, bulletproof steel and to the outside grounds.
A bloody massacre occurred not seconds later.