The shouting grew louder as you approached, the hallway free of bodies. The rest of the hideout was cleared out, your chrome & iron having done the job, or perhaps not in favor of a more subtle entrance. With that, your gig should've been done here and now.
But you didn't account for any hostages, or a daemon based on all that screeching...
"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU'RE ALL DEAD! DEAD! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU WHEN I'M OUTTA THIS!" That rabid threat lead you to the cellar, lock already dealt with once you reached the bottom of the stairs. Moving inside, you're met by grime & dust, almost no light save for weak rays from the stairwell plus the huge floodlight emplaced in the center, aimed at a crappy bed. On it, you discover the fiendish little presence, frantic eyes of rage targeting you at once.
"HEY, YOU, ASSHOLE! GET ME THE FUCK OUT THIS! I'M GONNA KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THESE GONK BASTARDS UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF THEM! FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT!" Writhing within her bonds, purple electric strands restraining her to the bed, all she had on were her bra & panties. The scene spoke for itself, but based on your unintentionally timely arrival, it looked like the gonks didn't get the chance to go any further. To say this was an unexpected hitch in the equation would be an understatement...
Now what?
“You want help with that I presume?” I gestured to her crackling purple restraints of lightning, lifting the key from my belt and unlocking the door separating the cell and hallway. She opens her mouth to answer with something sour or furious but stops as she realises I want to help her out. “Will you promise to not shoot me if I remove your chains?”
"Oh you're one of 'em, ain't ya? The choomba who comes to save the damsel in distress!" She snickers, her eyes narrowing. Then again, she doesn't seem to be in much of a state to argue. Reluctantly, she nods, deciding that it might be better to have some backup than none at all...especially if he's just going to untie her anyways. "Fine. You got a name? I'm Rebecca."
“Ithrim.” I respond before grabbing a nearby knife. Rebecca looks at me with a smirk as I close in, clearly expecting me to get shocked from her electric restraints, but she gasps in surprise as I easily bend the current of lightning to the nearest metal with just my hands, seemingly without effort or injury. “There, you’re free.”
"Well damn! Who knew choombas could be useful!" *She grins impishly at me before hopping off the bed, stretching her arms and legs to get rid of some of the stiffness. Then she eyes down my knife thoughtfully. "So... what now? You gonna help me take out these gonks?"
“I have nothing better to do, so why not am I right?”
"Then lead the way, choomba!" She slides her shotgun off her back and holds it with one hand, grinning at its reassuring weight as she follows you down the hallway. Her steps are confident, despite being short; she's no stranger to moving through tight spaces or taking down larger opponents. As you approach what seems like a main area of the hideout, she pauses beside you and whispers, "You got a plan?"
“Hm…maybe something…explosive?” I say with a wide grin, clenching my fist and holding it up for her to see as it gets covered in a black ball of fire.
"Ooh! That's always fun!" *Her grin widens as she takes in the sight of my blazing fist. "Alright then, let's go make some noise and see who comes to play!" She nods to you, taking the lead once more before pushing open the door at the end of the hallway and rushing into the main area of the hideout. Her shotgun roars as she fires it into the air, drawing everyone's attention their way.
The hideout erupts into chaos as the gonks turn their attention to you both. Bullets and plasma fire fly past in a furious hail of death, but she only grins wider, reveling in the adrenaline rush that comes with being in the thick of things. Her shotgun roars again and again, punching holes through anything that moves, spilling guts and gore across the floor as she dances from side to side, using the cover provided by overturned tables and chairs to keep herself alive.
“Hm, cute.” I say as a few bullets fly my way, stopping them in the air with just a snap of my fingers and igniting them before throwing the now flaming projectiles back at the enemy.
"Whoa!" she exclaims, ducking down behind cover as the flaming bullets whiz past her head and strike their targets with satisfying sizzles. "I like this guy!" She looks over at you with a grin that reveals a hint of her cyberoptic eye color before returning to her own fight.
I simply move through the room with confidence and precision as the opposing grunts around me either gets cut into pieces or falls to the ground without their heads, each step indicating a new victim’s death.
"Shit yeah!" she shouts encouragingly as you mow down the gonks with deadly ease. Her shotgun spews fire and lead in perfect rhythm, her movements almost graceful despite the carnage around her. The room slowly empties of life, but Rebecca's eyes never leave yours, a mix of admiration and desire burning bright. "You know," she drawls, pausing to catch her breath between blasts, "I think we could get along real good..."
“What are you suggesting?” I asked with a smile that showed the glistening edges of my sharp teeth. The last of the gonks runs at me and tries to cut me in half with his axe, but I simply grab his head and crush it in my palm, scoffing in disgust as his lifeless body falls back to the ground.
"Oh, you know..." she drawls, taking another step closer. "Maybe we should talk about that later, huh?" Her voice is low and seductive now, her hands moving to rest casually on the grips of her shotgun as she licks her lips slowly. "For now, though...there's still some cleaning up to do." She grins wickedly, taking another step closer.
Her words send a thrill through you;
“What are you suggesting?” I asked with a smile that showed the glistening edges of my sharp teeth. The last of the gonks runs at me and tries to cut me in half with his axe, but I simply grab his head and crush it in my palm, scoffing in disgust as his lifeless body falls back to the ground.
"Maybe we should find somewhere more private..." she murmurs, her voice husky as she trails a finger along the strap of her shotgun. "To discuss what comes next." Her eyes burn with desire as they rake over your body. "You up for that?"