Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 12, 2007 18:20:44 GMT -5
Skirt bunched up between them and right smack in the middle of an orgasm, Leon felt himself seized by cold, dead hands and got the hell bit out of him. The tension in his face from climax turned to a lockjawed grimace and silent scream. As the zed Tovarisch pushed away, Leon's hand was already scrambling along the floor for a BFG Melody had pulled on him briefly. He took a deep breath, whispering apologetically "No syringes....". By the time Tova had shaken off whatever came over him and turned to come at Leon again he was walking right up the barrel, it seemed, and the quiet creak of a spring-loaded hammer was a scream in Leon's ears. The hammer rose and fell. The hand cannon Melody had wielded sounded like a stick of dynamite, and Tovarisch's face grew a black scorch mark between the eyes. The back of his skull, however, became abstract art across the ceiling, opposite wall, and floor as the KABOOM!" seemed to come from his head, not the gun.
Leon looked down at Melody, then around the room and back down at her. Although Kruschev-Z ha taken a large and fatal chunk out of his neck, he had miraculously missed the artery. Death would come, but Leon might be so fortunate as to have a full minute before he would pass out and die. Black blood seeped across his chest, and he saw much had been sprayed across Melody in the initial bite and tear.
"We are the dead." He shook his head from side to side, watching zeds boil through every doorway as he leapt naked into the hall. What with him being as good as dead, he tossed Melody's gun back to her and walked bare-assed partway down the stairs before spotting Lachryma and covering himself with a shirt he happened to find on the floor. "Get the hell out of here, Lachryma! We're overrun, but you and Melody can probably live through this. And, uh, stay out of Vito's line of fire. That dude's crazy."
Weaving slightly, knees starting to turn to jell-o, he tried to figure out what he could do of any use before he bucked the kicket, whispering again and again "no syringes" as if it were a Tantric Buddhist Mantra.
Leon looked down at Melody, then around the room and back down at her. Although Kruschev-Z ha taken a large and fatal chunk out of his neck, he had miraculously missed the artery. Death would come, but Leon might be so fortunate as to have a full minute before he would pass out and die. Black blood seeped across his chest, and he saw much had been sprayed across Melody in the initial bite and tear.
"We are the dead." He shook his head from side to side, watching zeds boil through every doorway as he leapt naked into the hall. What with him being as good as dead, he tossed Melody's gun back to her and walked bare-assed partway down the stairs before spotting Lachryma and covering himself with a shirt he happened to find on the floor. "Get the hell out of here, Lachryma! We're overrun, but you and Melody can probably live through this. And, uh, stay out of Vito's line of fire. That dude's crazy."
Weaving slightly, knees starting to turn to jell-o, he tried to figure out what he could do of any use before he bucked the kicket, whispering again and again "no syringes" as if it were a Tantric Buddhist Mantra.
