I tug and tug at Jennifer's legs as the sirens draw nearer. I growl at my wounds. Come on, Corny. Don't make me do this shit! I can't hear any footsteps in this damn downpour. Only the vibrations of the rain smacking against ground around us. It takes me back, something that I'd forgot. Rhoxeus had us all on a log in the darkness. Like hell am I letting you die, Jen. I finally get outside the alley and a black van screeches forward as men hop out the sliding door. I drop Jen and huff that sweet coke. I zoom up to a gunman as he jumps at the sudden attack. I smack him asleep and his friends turn to me. I push him and with a spin, I pull his sidearm. Bullets whizz past as my back slides down the van's rear. I turn to the driver side and shoot the driver getting out. I double back and there's a mercenary in black. I smack the barrel away and pull my knife. He pulls back and I retreat around the corner. Once again, my back slides down the van's black paintjob. One turns the other corner and I pull the trigger, a bloody mist spouts from his skull and he drops.

I immediately try to point my gun the other way, but the rifleman points his gun at me. Jen's slime form wraps around his arm and he opens fire into the sky. I scream at my wounds and spring up from the ground, my knife tears across his neck. I grab his rifle and shout, "Get in the fucking van!" She shouts, "I can't believe I just saved you!"

I grip the steering wheel and grit my teeth. The sliding door closes and Jessica shouts, "Drive already!" I turn the key and she starts up great. I manage to find the switch to the sirens and we're off, past the reinforcements rushing to capture or kill us. She wraps around me and she sets her head on the dashboard, "They took my fucking arm!" "I know. I fucked up!" I look up at Amber's apartment as we pass it. "That's that bitch's apartment!" "What?!" She sighs, "Don't you fucking play dumb!" I roll my eyes, "You acted so innocent, killed my source of fun, now you make me lose an arm!"

Onyx soldiers raise their guns as I stomp into the scene. They lower and squint through the torrential rain, "Is that Dirt?" Another raises a brow, "You usually have that thick ponytail." Where is that bastard? He broke into my damn room. I mean, who does that!? As I pass, more and more eyes lock onto me, is it my messy hair? Is it ugly? I shake my head, Amber Steel. I clench my fists and march to find my boys with a camera. I march up and their grip loosens on the camera as they see me towering over them. I swipe it and look. Slim is dragging a woman, even with those wounds. "Dirt?"

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I look down and a man holds out his hand, "I'll handle the hunting." I drop it into his hands and he continues, "And put your fucking hair back up. It's dangerous to have your hair like that." My trimmed nails dig into my palms, "You being fat and unfit hinders us enough." My hand opens up and slams against his neck. I raise him with one arm and he pulls for his gun. I pull him close, then throw him against the park's brick walls, leaving visible cracks into the brick. He falls and the back of his head bleeds. I jump at the human shaped indentation in the brick. Did I kill him!? I look around, "Get him to the hospital!" They look at me, at each other, then shrug and rush him away as I pick up that damn camera. Where did you go, Slim?

The van door slides open, as I try to make a step, Jen's slime form tears from me, the pain jolts from my wounds and I collapse. "Jen?" She returns to herself, still holding water to her bleeding arm, "What more do you want from me!?" I can barely move, the adrenaline just about used up all I've got. "I can help you." A watery tendril spurts from her amputated arm and lightly wraps around my neck. I just smile, "Ending me will end yourself, the whole universe will die." She roars, the tendril coils tighter around my neck. I can't help but smirk and stare into her eyes. I mean it. I mean every damn word. No bullshit. And even when my vision starts to go, I have no regrets.

I spring awake, my hands are bound. Amber breaks one of my empty needles, "So you're a junkie." I look down at my restraints, "Ooh, zip ties." She slowly presses into one of my deep cuts. I wince with a smile as she looks down at me, "Harder." She digs deep and my teeth grind. "What are you planning!? Why were you in my room!?" I smirk, "I told you, I hate to see you cry yourself to sleep." She blushes and gets all flustered, "You're- you're trying to trick me! Manipulate me! That smirk tells me everything I have to know!" Now where am I? New storm pipes. Water heater. Some soundproof basement? She lifts my chin with her giant hand, "Don't look around! What are you planning!?" I bring out the smolder and she raises a brow, "I like you. A Diamond- no. An Amber in the rough. Not to mention adorable." She lets go and turns away, "And you can't take a compliment. I get it though, not the best childhood I'm guessing. I had a shitty one myself." She peeks a glance at me and I reel her in with my wholesome smile. She gets the courage to look at me and she pulls out her gun. She sticks it against my chest and looks into my eyes, "Do you mean it?" "Every damn word." The gun clicks and not one muscle fiber in my body jumps. "You should do some weightlifting. I wanna see your muscles in all their glory." She raises her pistol and swings it down. Is it her future muscles or do I see stars?