"You
pity me?
YOU. PITY ME?" Big Boss spoke to the air, uncertain with the blinding light painting the room a garish white.
"
YOU SHOULD BE WORSHIPING ME."
With a wild guess, he roared at the top of his lungs, a gargling mess of anger and frustration, as he launched himself in the general vicinity where Cody was. Cody easily dodged the flying mess as Big Boss crashed into wall. Behind the wooden wall laid the concrete foundation that shaped the layout and frame of the room, which Big Boss cracked, the crumbling a spiraling and spreading weakness that spread lightly to the top.
"
YOU SHOULD BE BOWING DOWN TO ME YOU INFANTILE INSECT."
Cody continued his light beam barrage at Big Boss, but it was like shooting a cannonball with a firecracker, not with the momentum he was travelling, rampaging through the room blindly, hoping to spearhead Cody. Cody dodged the next lightning-speed charge and Big Boss crashed into the opposing wall.
Gathering his bearings, Big Boss knew that he was at the very far wall where he came in, and he knew that, judging by the material he stood on, that this was the barracks the soldiers made their stand. From there, he felt the ground with his ungodly speed, and threw everything he could get his hands on at Cody, projectiles flying as fast and lethal as sniper rifle rounds. With each grunt, another item was hurled at tremendous speeds at the light Anomaly, each dodged and blocked effortlessly.
"
YOU CANNOT BEAT ME. I MAY DIE, BUT NOT TO YOU. YOU ARE NOTHING."
With one more charge, he flew straight into Cody, colliding hard into his shield, both of them flying towards the wall behind them. Here, Cody was pinned, not because of environmental obstruction, but because the moment Cody shifts his attention other than maintaining the strength of his shield, it would be broken and Big Boss would literally pound him to death.
Big Boss then swiftly, with his giant hands, clasped on Cody's neck, and were it not for the shield, it would have snapped inatantly. But Big Boss, with all his rage, squeezed harder and tighter to eventually be rid of this pest.
"
IF YOU'RE NOT AFRAID TO DIE, THEN DIE. DIE TO ME."
Gershwin had trampled on many vehicles and practically bitten soldiers in half but her antagonists' numbers seemed endless. The pain was driving her and empowering her to new levels of power, while simultaneously transforming her in ways so gruesome and inhumane, but also in ways practical to her offense. It was an odd evolution, for the most practical kind of combat included a mix of defense. But in her case, she grew even more sensitive to every injury and damage, and the more she sustained, the more she became this unstoppable killing machine. Deep down, Gershwin was living a hell so infinitely painful and torturous, it was taking a toll to her already weak sanity.
She had been chasing a military jeep, which crashed through the glass of a large ground floor, the hobby of a building that was once one of many specialist buildings that held a great importance: it was the headquarters of the whole facility.
The once proud logo on the smooth flooring was now charred and cracked under Gershwin's steps, and the jeep had crashed into one of two large spiral staircases near the center of the lobby - the design representing the double helix, DNA, the very thing they were researching in the capture of Anomalies. Nearby, tables and chairs were scattered in a mess and the white walls no longer had their pristine sheen of the futuristic frontier that this place held. Now, it was a showroom, and Gershwin May, a demon-incarnate, a walking Hell, was the centre attraction.
Soldiers had been tracking Gershwin down, and now they surrounded her on the ground, and soon on the upper levels. They shot harpoons that struck and clung to her, pulling her, anchoring her to the ground and even the higher floors owing to her enormous size now. It even electrocuted her and it seemed that Gershwin actually struggled to break free.
Now with focus, Gershwin realized that they had been wearing masks, their whole uniform both combative and protective for contaminants. A soldier walked forward and pulled a pin from a metal canister. Soon, multiple soldiers did the same thing, and they all rolled their canisters towards Gershwin. They soon emitted smoke that was familiar to her: anaesthetic gas. Unfortunately, that was no longer effective. Added to the fact that the electrocuting did not help her containment, she evolved a new ability, something so horribly representative of her unbelievable transformation. She could now breathe fire.
(
Author's note: not blue fire, red, because of course, her whole thing is red. :p )
Using her ability had a double-edged effect: she could breathe and spit out fire to an incredible spread and distance, but the flames actually were burning Gershwin's throat, causing yet another source of pain. At the same time, this source of pain increased the effect of the flames, hotter in temperature, larger in spread, and distance spanning the entire lobby. Soon enough, the whole military crew was incinerated.
The flames reached outside, and Agent Caits, just barely, dodged the fire. More soldiers were coming in, responding to the call of cries and pain of the soldiers, and the demonic roar. Gershwin was still pinned by the wire-harpoons, but she was still able to fight.
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