Arrest Warrant
Out of
their cruisers they stepped, doors open wide to help cover their fragile forms
from any possible attack. “Freeze!” One of them yelled as the others laid the
iron sights of their weapons upon me. I remained still, the blade in my hand
vanishing in a burst of shadowy fire. “I submit as long as you take me to the
sheriff.” I told them as they remained steady. “You killed our recruits! Like
hell we’re going to let you come out of this alive.”
As the sigh
escaped my lips, they began firing their weapons. I leaped out toward the
nearby alleyway that I was referred to earlier by the first four to avoid the
gunfire. My form dispersed as I went through the air, twisting when a blast
from a shotgun landed into my hip. My body slammed into the ground and slid into
the neighboring brick wall, but I could not remain on the ground for too long
lest they finish me. They must not prevent me from getting to my appointment.
I forced
myself up onto my feet and continued down the hallway, my form shifting to
support my injured form as I went along. I ran down to the end of the alley and
turned a corner, the sound of rushing feet following along close behind.
Instead of continuing this little chase, I hugged close to the wall and waited
for a moment.
When the
first grunt came around the corner, I brought one of my hands up and slammed it
into his chin, followed up by turning on heel and taking hold of the front of
what made up his clothing. I pushed forward, managing to catch a few off guard,
causing them to trip and fall back as I rushed forth with their lead. A few calls
and a grunt and the man in my hands was slammed up against the opposing wall.
The butt of
a shotgun came up, which I caught with my hands before snapping out a kick into
the opposing man’s knee. Turning around, I brought the butt of the shotgun into
another grunt’s chest, followed up by an elbow to the jaw of the man that still
held onto the shotgun before prying it away and bringing it down into the
center of his face with a small splatter of blood. Instead of allowing them to
reform and start firing once again, I tossed the shotgun toward the closest man
in the main group, reached back to grab the front of the second man that I was
having to deal with and toss him straight into the crowd.
I ran up,
leaped into the air, and slammed into a few of them. The one that had cushioned
my fall, however cruel he might be, was taken out upon impact with the concrete
below. As I stood, my hands came around a pistol that was held by another and
brought it close, the bang that came from it followed by a yelp by someone to
my other side. I fell back, bringing my feet up into the man’s gut and send him
flying into one that had begun to stand up. I continued back in the roll to
land on my feet and leap forward, slamming my shoulder into the closest
firearm-wielder and forced him up into the brick wall, took hold of his chest,
and tossed him over my shoulder into another.
A small
click filled the air, I turned my head, and then a sudden clang as my head
snapped back. The metal mask had saved my skull, yet I still stumbled back for
a short moment. A cheer was heard and then was slowly cut off as I brought my
head forward once again, the lead piece slowly falling away to cling against
the ground. “Well… I suppose that you volunteered… Take me to the sheriff.”
My feet slowly moved forward, bullets slamming into my form with every step, occasionallycausing my body and head to jerk where they hit with sparks and small bursts of the shadowy fire that constituted my form. Eventually there were only clicks, my hands wrapping around the pistol, and prying it out of his hands. “Take me to him. Now.” The scared man, hands up in the air, slowly lowered them and gave a nod of his head. Being the kind, merciful individual I was, I simply ejected the magazine of the pistol, spawned a new one, and loaded it into the weapon.
“Good… You understand.”
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