She steps out her door down drive, crouched, ducking,
lines in the night here and gone—brief lethal signs spelling death. Laser hits
eyes now nothing but spots she's seeing in the black empty night for eight,
maybe ten seconds, time not hers to spare. But duck, anyway, down and crawl
cross damp grass roll into ball and curl up behind fat tires, smell of gas,
rubber and fear-drenaline stops the moment stretched second by century trapped
between life and light, crimson, hot, burning through her head pounding with
that rabbit-heart's beat—staring into the beam. Do something. 911? Yeah, hello,
I'm about to have my head popped off by a tactical squad of highly-trained
mercenaries hired by a high-profile genetics corp. from whom I stole a revolutionary
DNA-upgrade device worth several billion in R&D alone...No, idiot, maybe
tell them about the guy with a gun pointed at your head? What's a bunch of cops
gonna do, coupla plain-clothes dopes against a whole squad: Target Practice.
No. She's alone. But for the device—what the hell, gonna die anyway right?
Brief red-flashing thoughts of boyfriend—no more dates at the pier, craft
beers, holding hands on the strand, laughing at mariachi bands. No more looking
in his eyes and seeing beautiful green. No more hearing I love you, teasing,
you're mean, no life, no dreams—Wait! Regret takes too long. Whatever, here
goes, rip off shirt, exposed (who needs clothes anyway), inject device, muscle
spasm instantly, skin rippling flesh, bra falls off exposing chest, legs bulk
out like hulk—red spot catching her bulging head—rapap bullets shot but plink
falling down like ping-pong balls on the ground and she knows these mercs are
about to get their asses pounded in by a girl.
Ed Nobody is a writer from
Ireland who wants to write daring, engaging stories not restricted by
traditional genre conventions. He has published several short stories in
magazines such as Lovecraftiana, Strange Science Fiction Adventures, and The
Horror Zine. He has two novellas under consideration and a novel in the works.
@EdIsNobody on Twitter.