A New Life - Page 2

There was only two gunners, one at the window shooting outside, while the other was guarding his back at the room entrance. Most of the windows of the warehouse were still boarded up, leaving the corridors dark and musty.

The guard, Filch, was nervous as Butch went on with his shooting spree. They should have left sooner but Butch had to go trigger happy on the cops. Filch had half a mind to walk out, but he couldn’t abandon his dumb cousin, even if he is an idiot.

A sudden movement caught his eye, but before he could even shout, something leap out from the shadows, charging right into him. It was vaguely humanoid, dark as night. Filch didn’t have time to notice more as it slammed his head against the wall, knocking the daylights out of him.

Tyler was getting more familiar with her symbiote form, being able to move quickly and silently. Her slime padded feet easily dampened her footsteps, and her dark form was difficult to discern among the shadows.

Settling the guard down, making sure he’s unconscious (and alive), Tyler moved on to the gunner at the window. He was so intent on shooting, Tyler was right next to him before he noticed anything amiss.

Butch was surprised when someone grabbed his shoulder, doubly so when he saw that it was a black skinned humanoid. Tyler reached in to grab the machine gun, twisting and pulling it away from Butch’s hand.

The ex-soldier, however, kept his wits, pulling out a handgun with his off-hand and fired off a shot in the same moment. Tyler dodged instinctively, the bullet grazing her cheeks, passing through her hair tentacles.

It merely stung, but Tyler felt herself filled with a sudden rage. Grabbing his wrist, Tyler flung the gunner onto the ground, her hand nearly crushing his wrist.

Seeing his assailant clearly for the first time, Butch screamed in terror as the monster (alien?) pinned him down. Tyler screamed back in turn, baring her sharp teeth at her prey.

Prey? Tyler quickly held herself back, sometimes Tylix’s more bestial thoughts mixed in with her own, especially in the thick of the fight.

Sensing a pause, Butch punched her gut with his other hand, struggling to get free. Oh no, you don’t, Tyler thought as she lifted him by his vest, then slammed him down again on the floor, hard. Butch’s head bounced on the concrete, but he still struggled against Tyler. Only when she gave him a punch to the face did she managed to knock him out.