Vicki was enveloped in a warm coat of gold, unable to see through the shimmering film. After a few seconds, reality popped back into existence, and Vicki unceremoniously plopped to the ground, her fist still sticking out in front of her.
Confused, Vicki looked up only to find another man standing above her. He had long, curly locks of hair, colored a mix of stone and blue, like murky ocean water. This man was wearing a suit, but it wasn’t anything impressive. His shirt and coat were wrinkled, fitting loosely on him. The tie was nowhere near his collar either, hanging far below the top-button like a hammock. It wasn’t the clothes that particularly struck Vicki, but rather his look. His eyes spoke to her, staring into her soul longingly. It made her uncomfortable.
Behind this man, Vicki spotted her opponent slowly shoving the table off of him. Evidently it hit him rather hard, as he was caressing his mask’s forehead as if trying to stabilize himself. Garrett locked eyes with Vicki, then shifted his gaze to the man standing between them, the floating man from earlier.
In a flash of movement, both Vicki and Garrett sprung into action. Garrett sprung off of the floor, catapulting his bladed arms towards the man. At the same time, Vicki pushed herself up from the ground and, with her left arm, shoved the man off to the side just before he was impaled. With her right hand, she caught Garrett’s bladed limb, and jerked it violently. She felt something pop loose...or break.
Unbelievable. Vicki’s reflexes were like lightning. Not only did she push Garrett’s mark out of the way, but she caught his arm in mid-leap. Then, she whipped him around like a rag doll, and Garrett felt his shoulder pop loose.
He gritted his teeth through the pain, giving Vicki no satisfaction from his pain. He helplessly hung limp from his arm, being held up like a hunter’s trapped rabbit. Garrett was taller than Vicki, but she dangled him below herself, his knees almost touching the ground.
Garrett looked up at Vicki through the eye slits in his mask. Her face was scrunched up in pure fury, her lips and nose twitching.
“You’re done.”Without warning, Vicki crushed Garrett’s arm between her hulking gauntlets. Shards of pain and agony shot up through his arm and screamed into his head. Garrett released a sickening cry of agony, the wailing muffled by his mask. His screaming only pushed Vicki to tighten her grip.
Desperate to survive, Garrett sent out his shadow to the front of diner, the black ooze snaking from side to side. In an instant, he switched positions with the shadow, collapsing to the tiled ground by the doors, behind the punk kid with the knife. Vicki’s grip clamped together with a metallic
bang as her fingers phased right through the shadow’s arm.
Garrett shambled onto his legs, cradling his disfigured arm with his uninjured hand. His breathing was heavy and loud, easily heard from across the room.
”This isn’t over.”In a puff of ash, he disappeared into nothingness. Silence filled the room.
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