Scrapyard Angels Act 1 Chapter 22
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“Run Ark Run!” Shouted Vi as the human blender named Warwick came barreling at me. I had turned tail to bait Warwick away from Vi but it was easier said than done. I was ill prepared with how fast this man could move.
With arms outstretched, he chased after me. As fast as I could fly, he could keep up to my speed. Fueled by whatever alchemical concoction was pumped into his veins, he ran after me. What terrified me more was the fact that it didn’t rob him of his senses “Your boyfriend eh!? Let’s see how you’ll talk after I split him in half!”
I either need to defeat him or lose him in this warehouse. I didn’t have much faith in myself in throwing something big enough to put him down especially when he’s armed and dangerous but I might just be able to lose him in the warehouse. He was fast, yes but let’s see just how fast he can turn.
I kicked against the ground and turned around the corner. Facing him as he turned, I threw bolts of electricity at him. My spell arced across the distance and struck him true but it only momentarily slowed him down, his muscle tensing for the briefest of moments, before he went back to the chase. I kept turning, looking to lose him in the maze of boxes and each turn brought me further and further away yet my shots were starting to miss. The man's reflexes became sharper with each shot until all my shots merely served as mere distractions. My attacks were only serving to fuel his anger yet it served its purpose as I finally lost him in one of my turns.
I didn’t look back as I kept turning until I had circled around and was now heading for Vi. At my last turn, there was Vi as she struggled against her bounds. The rope bounded her to the chair but not for long as I raced towards her. I was so engrossed in my perceived victory that I almost missed the shards of wood exploding beside me.
Time felt like it slowed to a crawl as I looked to Warwicks fist emerging from the crates. Wood was torn to pieces and sent flying everywhere as he plowed through it like the Kool Aid man. I felt my heart leap into my throat as I beheld his grinning visage. His blood shot eyes and fanged grin met as he body checked me against the crates lining my path.
“Gotcha.” I saw his mouth move before my world exploded into pain.
The hard wooden crates gave way as I crashed into them, dazing me as sawdust and whatever was inside crashed against my form. With my vision spinning, fear gripped my heart once more as an enormous fist came barreling towards. I barely turned my head when it hit me. His fist felt like an iron bat as it broke something in my face.
I felt a hand grab my face, its grip tightening to an almost painful level as I felt like my very bones were creaking before I was tossed aside like a piece of rag. I bounced on the floor, rolling across it before laying flat on my back.
“Ohhh that felt satisfying. Seeing you zip and zap here and there almost got to my nerves but it seems like our little flyer over here’s just a fragile little sparrow.” Warwick taunted me as he picked me up with my hair. I cried out in pain as I was held aloft by the bigger man.
It felt like he was going to tear out my hair but I didn’t give him the chance to keep taunting me. I reached for my belt and grabbed hold of one of my Puffcap. I felt a bit smug as I held it across his face before squeezing down hard. It was only thanks to my goggles that I didn’t have an eye full of caustic spores blowing up in my eyes.
I had the satisfaction of hearing him howl in pain as the spores and juices of the young puffcap sprayed all over his eyes. He dropped me down as he clawed at his face, crying out in agony as I quickly got up. He shouldn't have played with me.
As I dropped down on the floor, I braced myself as everything was aching. I could barely move and I just crashed against the ground. I couldn't stay long on the ground as I scrambled to get up soon after. I pushed myself off the ground, balancing myself on unsteady legs. Finding my balance, I lunged forward and swung with all my might at his crotch.
I drove my right first in, putting my entire weight under that single punch. He bent over and I soon followed my punch with an elbow to the temple as I moved to my left.
I had to move away as he swiped at me with his clawed arms. Even if he didn't have leverage as I was on his right side, I still didn't want to know what it's like to feel the sharp blade against my skin.
He was crying out blood and probably half blind but I could feel his eyes on me. The sheer malice and hate was almost suffocating as fear gripped my heart. I dropped down and ducked low as he punched before pushing myself away and letting my wings carry me off as he stabbed at me with clawed hands.
The intensity of his attacks became wilder and terrifyingly fast as all I could see was a small twitch out in the corner of my eyes before it came racing towards me. I couldn’t fight back as all I could ever do was dodge. The danger only became more apparent as his clawed hand dug into the stone floor with ease but it was a blessing in disguise as he tried to pull his arms out but could only budge it.
I didn’t bother attacking him at that point as all at what was in my mind at that point was to run the fuck away. I turned and booked it towards Vi who’s eyes were wide in terror and panic. “Fuck he did a number on you”
“No time to talk, need to get you out of here now” I replied as I pulled out my shiv and tried to tear away at her bindings. The thing was thick, like they were made for ships, making it stupidly hard to cut through. I couldn’t help but curse out for only having a shiv with me rather than a true knife as the rope frayed yet remained taut. The chair wasn’t much better as the metal chair was firmly bolted down on the floor. They came prepared making sure that whoever was tied down here would have a hard time getting out.
“Look out!” Was all the warning I needed as I turned around and swatted at Warwick outstretched claw with my wings. I dropped my knife in panic as I turned around to face him. Sparks flew out as my wings managed to deflect the strike but I didn’t want to risk my wings. I’d rather get my wings clipped literally with how wickedly sharp those claws looked. I need to keep it away from his claws from now on.
“I’m going to enjoy tearing you apart!” Shouted the bigger man as I spread my wings wide. He had a gun alright but his eyes bled and that was all I needed to know as I launched myself at him. He swiped wide but I flew down low and crashed against his stomach. Bracing myself, I slammed my head up against his jaw. I couldn’t let up but I couldn’t keep up.
He staggered yet whatever was flowing in his veins kept him going. It was disheartening seeing him keep going. His body felt like iron and each punch and kick I made made my fist and feet ache. What I found wasn’t the body of a man but that of a monster who’s physique made me feel like I was hitting a brick wall. Even as sparks danced across my fist, all I ever got were mere winces.
I backed away as he struck back hard, backpedaling away from Vi. It was hard backing away knowing how close I was to getting her out but I had to in fear of getting her caught between me and Warwick. He roared out and I fled. I can’t keep this up and I needed to find a way to bring him down.
I flew away, trying to get some distance to think but he was hot behind my trail. “Coward!” He shouted as I flew as fast as I could. The sound of stone breaking made me turn my head and I looked on in horror as Warwick jumped up and launched himself towards me. I barely had time to think as I flew to the sides, hitting my head against some boxes.
I winced as I crumpled down on the ground just as he landed with earthshaking force. I scrambled to my feet before dashing for the narrow corridors leading to the offices of the warehouse. My heart thundered in my chest as he crashed against the entrance. I was just barely fast enough to avoid getting cut off.
Fear clouded my mind as I made a mad dash deeper inside, trying to lose him inside. The dark corridor made Warwick look bigger as I gazed back at him. Glowing green eyes as he ran at me in a hunched posture. The image of a giant beast all but imposed on my vision chasing after.
I ran up a flight of stairs all but running blindly as the lights behind me were snuffed out by Warwicks claws. The building was maze-like with blocked corridors and locked doors all meant to keep people out as well keep them in.
The flashes of light hitting a thin wire prevented me from running against piano wires strung across the hallway.
Eventually I hit a dead end. It was a fire exit but heavy boxes laid stack on top of each other blocking a way out. The cruel laughter of a man who knew he had just caught his prey echoed behind me. I was trapped and the only way out was blocked by Warwick
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“This ends here” Growled out the man before me as he stood in front of me. His great bulk and wide reach all but ensuring there was no hope of escape except through him. Was this really the end? I refuse to believe it as I still have a promise to live up to.
I let out a shout as I launched myself at him one more time knowing full well about the cost of failure. I was met with a back hand to the face before his heavy boots came crashing against my sternum. I felt something break as I was launched against the crates. I slid down as my body ached but it was a blessing in disguise as his claws raked across where my head would be if I had stood up right after
“Well that was fun. You really worked me up good, but all things come to an end.” The man before me replied with a grin as he loomed over me. Bloody green eyes staring down at me. I was quickly running out of options. My hands clenched tightly as I tried to pull as much mana as I could yet I couldn't pull hard enough.
"Nighty night" I gritted my teeth as he jabbed at me with his clawed hands. My heart was racing, blood rushing in my veins as his hands raced towards me. I was frozen in place, my mind screaming as my body felt like it was moving in molasses.
"Get the fuck away from my man!" Vi's voice cut through the haze of panic as Warwick roared out in pain. There on his shoulder was Vi's hands as she twisted and drove in my shiv. Blood poured down from his shoulder as he staggered back, reaching for Vi.
Hope filled me as I stood up. Hands filled with crackling electricity as I drew in all that I could. Hands glowing as my feet start moving, hands poised to deliver one touch.
My joy was quickly turned to sorrow as Warwick crashed Vi against the wall before he managed to pull Vi off him. Holding her by the neck, his hand stabbed her in the stomach. I could only look in horror as each clawed fingers dug in deep inside her before they pulled with the sickening sound of metal slicing through flesh.
Things turned to blue as I roared out grief. My hands glowing brightly as I rushed at his exposed back. Hands extended, I touched the back of his thighs. He toppled backward as his legs kicked before losing strength but I couldn't think of anything else as I rushed to Vi. I reached out for her, my hands feeling slick and warm from the blood flowing out of her as I took off.
She held onto her stomach, gasping in pain as we flew away. His laugh rang across the hallways as I heard footsteps behind me. I couldn’t fly fast with Vi in my arm and with Warwick behind me, I had no confidence in even hoping to escape. I flew fast, just trying to find a place to hide so I could stem the flow of blood
I found myself inside a room filled with metal rods, iron beams, along with bags of sands and lime. My eyes burned as I gently laid Vi down and rushed to close the heavy door. The heavy steel door was shut close giving us some time to time. Tears dripped down my face as I went back to Vi. “Vi, Vi, we’re getting you out of here ok?” I whispered as I lifted up her shirt to expose the wound.
“Getting tired” Vi whispered as she started getting pale.
I grabbed the hem of my shirt and started pulling, ripping it up to get some bandages for Vi. Hands trembling, I tried my best to stop the bleeding. I pressed down on the wound my scrapped cloths while I searched in my belt for any tape. Thankfully I found some. Keeping the piece of cloth firmly against the wound before tying it all down with copious amounts of tape. The clothing was staining but this was all I could do.
“Just stay awake ok? Don’t fall asleep, please don’t fall asleep” I begged her
“You won’t go away?” Vi asked me
“Of course not. Why would I go away when my princess is here? We'll be together, forever and ever, ok?” I cried out before Vi reached out to wipe away my tears
“Aren’t we a bit too young to get married?” She asked with a weak smile
“Who cares? When we get out of here, let’s get married.” I said as I held her hands. Her hands were so cold yet there was still strength in them as she held my own.
“Yeah… that sounds like a plan.” I gave her hands a reassuring squeeze before standing up to figure out a way on how to get out of the mess we’ve landed ourselves in.
Heavy thuds started clanging behind the heavy door keeping us safe. I cursed as I wiped away the tears with my forearm. I cursed and cried as I struggled to figure out what to do. We were trapped in this room without any way to escape. It was just a simple square room with boarded up windows. With how small the windows were, I’m not even sure we could get out if we pried off the wood boarding us in. I’m scared, I don’t know what to do, and then the taunts came.
“Little Vi, Little Boy, Let me in!” Shouted Warwick while he hammered away at the door which slowly dented from his heavy strikes “You know she’s bleeding out so why don’t you let me end it all?”
I pounded at the floor in frustration, wracking my brain for anything. Anything, just give me anything. I beg anyone or anything. Just give me something to work with. I looked up against the ceiling trying to find an answer but there was nothing. We were truly alone.
I was ready to give in, ready to give up but in my hour of need, I think someone listened to my prayers. Two of the heavy beams near the door suddenly slid from where it was laid against the wall, landing hard on the floor with a heavy thud. For a few seconds, I swore the I beams were steaming but it was quickly forgotten as I saw it lay parallel to another beam like a rail… like a rail.
I didn’t know how long I had left or if I had any time left but I had to try. I reached for the bags of sand and started piling them just a few away from the door to create a platform. My arms and legs screamed as I started dragging the I beams and lifting them in place. It felt I was holding the weight of the world as I lifted both beams into place. I had to keep the two rails together so I grabbed on the metal rods. With my fingers sparking with electricity, I started welding pieces of iron here and there to make the ugliest bindings but they should work.
With my weapon in place, I still needed an ammo to load it with. With all the iron rods in the room, I had plenty to work with. Grabbing hold of one of the rods, I started heating them up. The pain was absolute and the smell of pork filled the room but I soldiered on. Bending the iron, shaping it into a rough ball just big enough to fit in the space between the two beams.
“You want to come in, Warwick?” I shouted in anger as I lugged the ball to my rail and jammed it inside.
“Ready to give up?” Taunted Warwick as the door started to buckle under the sustained assault.
“Well why don’t you come in. I’m sure you’re plenty strong, ain’t yah?” I shouted back in reply as I aimed, lifting up the back end of my welded piece of modern art and pointed the other end at the door. My fingers gripped at both beams as my arms trembled both in fatigue and power. I was drawing in my flagging reserves.
I could smell ozone in the air as my hair started floating from unseen forces. Lightning danced across the length of the rails as they lashed out to anything even vaguely metallic. My vision wavered as dozens of miniature rainbow arches seemed to form and dance across my creation, stretching and snapping, but I ignored them as my eyes were trained up ahead.
“You think electrifying the door will stop me? Think again you little punk.” He shouted as the door finally gave way. The horrible sound of metal bending and shearing as the door holding back the monster finally failed. It fell down to reveal the cause of all my misery in all his glory, A wolf in the guise of a man. I would forever etch the dumbfounded look in his ugly mug as I fired my weapon.
There I stood, hoping and praying for victory. As what felt like the last dregs of mana left me, I let loose. Burning fire, blinding light and the deafening roar of something breaking the sound barrier filled my senses. Thousands of volts traveled the length of the rail inducing a tremendous magnetic field and with it dragging the bullet I fashioned from iron down the length of the barrel. The tremendous friction caused by the bullet ignited the very air, all but blinding me as fire burst from the cracks of my rail.
It was at this very moment that Runterra shall experience its very railgun and learn to fear it. The bullet came roaring out of the barrel as the very bullet tore the rails in twine. Like the hammer of Thor, it stuck hard and true. The metallic shot tore through the heavy door like a hot knife through butter as it headed straight for Warwicks torso. I had the satisfaction of seeing it tear through the Monster in front of me before everything turned white.