Post by The Circle Television Network on Oct 2, 2016 17:41:32 GMT -5
Empire City News Break!
The lovely face of Empire City’s most recognized reporter appeared on screen as she reported the action…LIVE…
“Hello citizens, I'm Pam Dawson for Channel 8 News, and I'm here live at the Empire City Penitentiary for the Criminally Super Powered with this Breaking Story! Moments ago the Meta known only as Gaia, broke into the famed prison, laying waste to several security guards, taking down the main bunker, and releasing the inmates from their electronic power dampeners!”
Pam flinched as a massive explosion ripped through the penitentiary behind her in the distance. She recovered quickly, resuming her broadcast. “Gaia is the meta who is believed to be responsible for the vicious televised attack on reporter Michelle Andretti earlier today!"
"It is now believed that Gaia is also responsible for an attack on our sister station, WTFZ. 150 people lost their lives that night in a vicious meta attack!”
Pam looked over her shoulder as gunfire erupted from inside the prison. “This is what can only be considered a catastrophe, with the number of inmates released estimated in the hundreds! One can only wonder what sort of response the government can offer against this threat? Will Mayor Trajan be able to do anything to save our city? How will the police cope with the threat from individuals which such fantastic abilites? Is this the twilight hour for our fair Empire City?” She looked truly distressed, “This is Pam Dawson, signing off…”
Penitentiary for the Criminally Super Powered (Armory)
Centerville, Empire City
Chapter VIII: One Down…One to Go… (Part 2)
All hell had broken loose and Detective Stacey Jordan was right in the middle of it all. Every super-powered fiend within the penitentiary had been let loose…and now the whole of Empire City was on the verge of being torn apart…
Stacey ran through the halls, calling for the guards to arm up in order to retake the prison. When all was said and done, she could hardly round up more than a handful. She led them to the armory where she grabbed what she could, suiting up with the heavy armor that was standard issue for the prison.
One of the guards, a big burly man touting a thick beard that was so far out of regulation that she wondered how it was possibly accepted by his superiors, ran up to Stacey while she was busy suiting up.
The man stared at her, then cursed. “DAMN IT!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT WE ARE UP AGAINST OUT THERE?!!” Stacey ignored him as she pulled out her service pistol, checked the ammo, then shoved it back into the holster. The man shook his head. “That little fucking pea-shooter aint gonna do a damn thing to most of the nutcases we have running around out there!!” Stacey turned and pulled an impressive looking rifle off the rack and threw it to him, then grabbed one for herself. The man ran his fingers over his bald head. “Do you even know how to use that thing little girl?!!”
Stacey rammed back the cartridge, flipped on the ion charge, and disengaged the safety.
Her keen eyes fell on the disgruntled guard. “Listen up you damn coward!! I don’t know what the fuck happened in there, but while you’re here pissing and moaning Empire City is about to get ripped to shreds! If you don’t have the balls to do something about it…get the fuck out of the way and let someone who does try to stop it!!!”
The man stood there a moment longer as this fellow guards watched what he would do. He had an overwhelming desire to punch her right in the face…but the humiliation he’d face if he didn’t take her down with the shot stayed his hand. After a moment, the men began to grumble, telling him to get out of the way. He grunted as he charged his own weapon. “FINE!! Just don’t expect me to save your ass in there! I don…”
Just then the entire building was rocked by a mammoth explosion that knocked them all off their feet. Stacey staggered back up and ran to the window. “Gods…they’ve breached the wall. They are all headed straight for the city!” Stacey headed for the door as she screamed out. “DROP YOUR DICKS AND PACK YOUR SHIT!!!”
A thin freckle faced guard looked at his bearded cohort. “Damn Pearson, I think that chick has bigger balls than you do!!”
The entire group laughed as Pearson seemed to grow angrier by the minute. He jumped to his feet, shoving the thin man back down as he stomped out after Detective Jordan…
Penitentiary for the Criminally Super Powered (Cell Block)
Centerville, Empire City
Following her pitched battle with Meepus, Anka stood in the bowels of the prison surrounded by complete chaos. She had come here just to watch after Brandon Knight’s ex-girlfriend, and instead she had ended up thrust into the middle of a prison riot. Why in the hell had she cared whether that fire-tossing freak escaped? It wasn’t her concern and she wanted to be away from this place before she had another attack of conscious.
She extended her wings and launched herself skyward, flying out of the hole in the wall that had been blasted by one of the escaping felons. As she came out over the prison yard, the scene was indescribable. The ground was littered with debris and bodies. Escaping convicts were everywhere and they were destroying everything in sight. She hovered there for a moment, then turned an uncaring eye back towards Madison District. This wasn’t her fight…her part in all of this was over and done. She had been sent to protect Detective Jordan, and that had been done. No doubt, Stacey was now miles away from this place…now it was time that she did the same.
She started out, but the sounds of weapon’s fire caught her attention and she turned and looked back as a gaggle of prison guards came running out into the yard, led by none other than Detective Stacey Jordan. Anka turned angrily to the heavens. “Oh!! I bet you think this is a fucking laugh a minute don’t you?!!”
Penitentiary for the Criminally Super Powered (Courtyard)
Centerville, Empire City
As Stacey burst out onto the prison grounds she immediately started barking out orders as she positioned the men and called for the escapees to surrender. The very first reply was the obligatory ‘FUCK YOU!’ followed by a lone escapee turning towards her and unleashing an optic blast in her general direction. Stacey dodged the shot and raised her rifle and blasted the convict, hitting him in the chest and sending him tumbling to the ground in a heap.
The entire yard went silent for a moment as the smell of ozone filled the air. What few escapees remained all turned and looked at the fallen man, then at the guards and in unison attacked. Stacey screamed out…
“FIRE!!!”
The entire area was lit up like a sports arena as the fight to prevent the escape of at least some of the prisoners was in full swing. A pitched battle erupted as the guards did their best to salvage what they could. Detective Jordan led the charge as she expertly maneuvered her men while preserving tactical superiority. In the first few moments of the battle several prisoners were quickly felled, and it seemed as if she just might turn the tide, but the day would not be won so easily.
As one of the guards came up from behind cover to engage the criminals, the sky seemed to go dark. He looked up and only had a moment to react as a hover car fell from the sky, missing him by mere inches as it struck the building, collapsing part of the wall down on him. Instantly, two other guards threw down their weapons and ran.
Stacey reached out and grabbed one of the men and screamed at him. “WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG?!! GET BACK OUT THERE!!”
The man was scared half to death as he flailed wildly to escape. “T-THAT’S F-FREIGHT TRAIN!!!” The man swatted Stacey’s hand away as he scrambled to his feet and bolted.
Stacey turned her attention back to the battle, but she was quickly losing control as the sky was suddenly filled with tons of debris, all of it raining down on the besieged guards. She looked up as she saw a dumpster careening down on Pearson’s position. Stacey dropped her rifle as she dived at the man and yanked him out of the way at the last moment. She landed on top of him, grabbing him by his collar. “WHO IN THE FUCK IS FREIGHT TRAIN?!!”
Pearson shook his head. “You don’t wanna know!!”
Stacey sat up and looked towards the main gate of the prison as a hulking brute of a man tore it down with his bare hands and slung it at the bewildered guards.
Stacey grabbed her weapon as she pulled Pearson to his feet. “WE NEED TO TAKE HIM DOWN!!”
“WHAT?!!” Pearson screamed. “He’s a super-max detainee!! You can’t just…TAKE HIM DOWN!!”
Stacey stared at him. “Someone put his ass in here, and now it’s our job to keep him here!! You go right, I’ll go left!!” She yelled to the remaining guards. “COVER US!!”
Before the bearded man could protest, Stacey was on the move, making a beeline towards the massive man. Pearson ran his fingers through his beard. “That bitch is fucking nuts!!” He scrambled to his feet and headed to the right.
As Stacey ran at the fugitive known as Freight Train, the guards fired at the other criminals attempting to hinder her. Explosions erupted all around as smoke and dust swirled to obscure the view. She set the rifle to automatic burst as she took aim at the raging criminal and fired. Three bolts hit Freight Train in the shoulder, staggering him, but it seemed to only anger the man even more. He ripped out another section of the fence and slung it at her, causing her to hit the ground hard as it sailed just inches above her head.
Pearson ran in close and fired a burst of his own that struck the mammoth man in the side, again rocking him, but not taking him down. “OH SHI…”
Freight Train closed the distance with Pearson, stomping the ground and nearly sending him flying. The massive man grabbed Pearson by his neck as he roared. “YOU’RE GONNA DIE FOR THAT PIG!!”
Stacey took careful aim and fired at the man again as he held the guard. The bolts of charged energy hit the fugitive in the side of the head, staggering and disorienting him. Pearson raised his rifle, jamming it under Freight Train’s chin as he flipped it to full automatic and fired it at point blank range. Pearson screamed as he held the trigger down and watched as bolt after bolt hit its target. Pearson closed his eyes as the charges built to a critical level and literally blew the convict’s head completely off his shoulders. Pearson fell to his knees as he looked down in amazement at what they had just accomplished. Stacey ran up and he turned to her. “I DON’T BELIEVE IT!! WE ACTUALLY TOOK DOWN FREIGHT TRAIN!!”
Stacey patted him on the shoulder. “That’s great, but I think we have a few hundred more to round up before we start slapping each other on the ass and swapping spit in the shower!” She smiled at him. “Saddle up!! We’re just getting started!!”
Pearson smiled and started to stand, but his legs suddenly wouldn’t move. He felt warm liquid running down his chest and he looked down in wide-eyed amazement as several sharp barbs were protruding through his chest. He started to speak, but an acrid taste filled his mouth and he vomited blood all over the pavement.
Stacey turned and looked back as Reaver stood behind Pearson, her claws rammed completely through him.
She smiled at Stacey. “Bugger, but you’re a hard one to keep up with!”
Stacey raised her weapon to fire, but the woman kicked Pearson in the back, sending him sliding off her claws and flying towards her. Stacey was knocked to the ground, her rifle sliding out of her hand. She shoved the lifeless body of Pearson off of her as she drew her service pistol and fired, but it was too late.
Reaver kicked the weapon aside and grabbed her by her throat.
Reaver retracted her claws and let her fist fly, punching Stacey in the face with three rapid-fire blows, knocking her unconscious. “You and I need to see a man about a priest…and his lil’ birdie!!”
High overhead, Anka turned and headed down towards the prison yard. She Reaver and she knew that she was a stone cold killer, a point that she knew first hand. She went into a dive, looking to take the clawed woman from behind. She came in and kicked her, sending her hard to the ground.
Reaver quickly recovered and her bright eyes fell on new prey, as they were illuminated from the pitched battle in the prison yard. She had watched as the scene had degenerated into complete chaos. In truth, she cared little for what was happening all around her, she had but one objective and that was to get her hands on the woman that would bring her the priest. Once she had him…the little birdie would come rushing in…only to be swallowed up by the cat! She had gotten the girl, but who would have guessed, the little birdie had shown up here as well…all on her own. She smiled viciously. “Who would ‘ave thought, finding you was a whole ‘ell of a lot easier than I ‘ad ‘oped.” She pointed at her. “You and I Luv…we ‘ave unfinished business we do!”
Anka stood over Stacey, casting a quick glance down at her and then back to Reaver. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but whatever it is, you can forget about it! You wanted to burn down the church, and you did, so as far as I can see…you can be on your way!”
She continued to grin at the winged woman. “No Luv…not quite…you see, there is still th’ matter of what you did to me Mate! Th’ way I figure it…you bein’ dead will just about square it!” She flicked her hands down at her sides, elongating her razor sharp claws, then flung her hands out towards Anka, sending her barbs flying out towards her quarry.
Anka was ready for the assault this time, as she twisted her body to one side, allowing half of the deadly shards to fly past and knocking the remainder harmlessly to the ground as she brought up a single wing as a shield. She had hardly recovered from the first volley, before she had to swat down a second and a third. Anka lowered her head as she stared at the woman. “I don’t know how many of those things you have…but we can do this all night long if you want!”
“That’s a neat trick…” Reaver cut her eyes down towards the prone form of Stacey lying on the ground. “…too bad everyone can’t do it!” Anka moved towards Stacey before the barbs were even hurled, but that was just what her enemy was hoping for.
Reaver leapt into the air and landed on Anka’s back as she struggled to sink her claws in. Anka grabbed the clawed hands as she held them away from her and launched herself skyward. She climbed quickly even as she struggled with her adversary.
“OH NO YOU DON’T LIL’ BIRDIE!!” Reaver kicked at her wings and actually succeed in bringing her down. Anka angled herself and managed to smash her attacker into the top of a parked hovercar. She tumbled down to the concrete below as Reaver grabbed her back in pain. Anka crawled back to her feet, using the car to steady herself as she spread her wings and pushed herself back up into the air.
Before she could get away, she was immediately grabbed from below and dragged back down and hurled to the ground. She skidded to a bone-jarring stop against the side of another parked car. Reaver bared her teeth as she glared down at her. “WHERE YOU FLYING OFF TO BIRDIE?!!” She reached down and grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up, slamming her against the wall. “You’re gonna pay for what you did…and you’re gonna die bloody!!”
Reaver slashed her across the side of her neck, slicing through flesh as she cut to the bone. Anka screamed in pain as she threw her into the side of another nearby car. Anka’s scream was tinged by a slight gurgle as blood flowed freely from the fount that had been torn open on her neck. She struggled to get up, but the blood loss and the battle with Meepus had taken their toll on her. She held up her hand to stop her attacker, but it was of no use. Reaver rushed over and kicked her hard in the side, sending her tumbling across the ground, before she finally rolled to a stop.
Reaver ran towards her, skidding to a stop just inches from her face as she jammed her razor sharp claws deep into Anka’s chest…
“ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!”
Reaver stared, smiling in satisfaction as she straddled her. “I said you’d die bloody you fuckin’ slag…” The clawed villainess began slashing her brutally, sending blood and gore in all directions until she was certain that her foe was dead. Reaver stood over Anka with blood dripping down her arms and face. She threw back her head and laughed. “Let’s see you come back this time whore!!”
She turned her attention back to the unconscious Detective as she walked over to her and knelt down. “Well now…what to do with you Lassie?” She extended one of her blood soaked claws and traced a line across her cheek. “I could do you right ‘ere…right now…but if I do that, I might not find that priest of yours.” Reaver reached down and scooped her up, hefting her over her shoulder. “Looks like you brought yourself a few more ‘ours of usefulness…for now.”
Reaver cast one last look back at the penitentiary as it was going up in flames, most of the guards butchered. She felt a slight pang of regret, having missed out on the slaughter herself. She walked pass Anka’s ruined remains. “At least it wasn’t a total loss.” She laughed to herself. “One down…one more to go!”
EPISODE CREDITS
CAST (In order of appearance)
Pam Dawson ... Kara Zooey Ayers
Gaia ... Kate Steele
Detective Stacey Jordan … Nina Stokes
Correctional Officer Pearson … “Eyesnsane”
Freckle Faced ECPCSP Guard … Wendy Slater
Optical Blast Prisoner … Scott Winters
Fleeing ECPCSP Guard … Buster Lyons
Freight Train … Duke King
Anka … Kenzi Grey
Reaver … Melissa Reaves
Directed by … DubbleFC
Screenplay by … Ron B.
Produced by … CTN Television Studios
Casting by … Maleek Raheem
Music by … Pedos Candy
The lovely face of Empire City’s most recognized reporter appeared on screen as she reported the action…LIVE…
“Hello citizens, I'm Pam Dawson for Channel 8 News, and I'm here live at the Empire City Penitentiary for the Criminally Super Powered with this Breaking Story! Moments ago the Meta known only as Gaia, broke into the famed prison, laying waste to several security guards, taking down the main bunker, and releasing the inmates from their electronic power dampeners!”
Pam flinched as a massive explosion ripped through the penitentiary behind her in the distance. She recovered quickly, resuming her broadcast. “Gaia is the meta who is believed to be responsible for the vicious televised attack on reporter Michelle Andretti earlier today!"
"It is now believed that Gaia is also responsible for an attack on our sister station, WTFZ. 150 people lost their lives that night in a vicious meta attack!”
Pam looked over her shoulder as gunfire erupted from inside the prison. “This is what can only be considered a catastrophe, with the number of inmates released estimated in the hundreds! One can only wonder what sort of response the government can offer against this threat? Will Mayor Trajan be able to do anything to save our city? How will the police cope with the threat from individuals which such fantastic abilites? Is this the twilight hour for our fair Empire City?” She looked truly distressed, “This is Pam Dawson, signing off…”
Penitentiary for the Criminally Super Powered (Armory)
Centerville, Empire City
Chapter VIII: One Down…One to Go… (Part 2)
All hell had broken loose and Detective Stacey Jordan was right in the middle of it all. Every super-powered fiend within the penitentiary had been let loose…and now the whole of Empire City was on the verge of being torn apart…
Stacey ran through the halls, calling for the guards to arm up in order to retake the prison. When all was said and done, she could hardly round up more than a handful. She led them to the armory where she grabbed what she could, suiting up with the heavy armor that was standard issue for the prison.
One of the guards, a big burly man touting a thick beard that was so far out of regulation that she wondered how it was possibly accepted by his superiors, ran up to Stacey while she was busy suiting up.
The man stared at her, then cursed. “DAMN IT!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT WE ARE UP AGAINST OUT THERE?!!” Stacey ignored him as she pulled out her service pistol, checked the ammo, then shoved it back into the holster. The man shook his head. “That little fucking pea-shooter aint gonna do a damn thing to most of the nutcases we have running around out there!!” Stacey turned and pulled an impressive looking rifle off the rack and threw it to him, then grabbed one for herself. The man ran his fingers over his bald head. “Do you even know how to use that thing little girl?!!”
Stacey rammed back the cartridge, flipped on the ion charge, and disengaged the safety.
Her keen eyes fell on the disgruntled guard. “Listen up you damn coward!! I don’t know what the fuck happened in there, but while you’re here pissing and moaning Empire City is about to get ripped to shreds! If you don’t have the balls to do something about it…get the fuck out of the way and let someone who does try to stop it!!!”
The man stood there a moment longer as this fellow guards watched what he would do. He had an overwhelming desire to punch her right in the face…but the humiliation he’d face if he didn’t take her down with the shot stayed his hand. After a moment, the men began to grumble, telling him to get out of the way. He grunted as he charged his own weapon. “FINE!! Just don’t expect me to save your ass in there! I don…”
Just then the entire building was rocked by a mammoth explosion that knocked them all off their feet. Stacey staggered back up and ran to the window. “Gods…they’ve breached the wall. They are all headed straight for the city!” Stacey headed for the door as she screamed out. “DROP YOUR DICKS AND PACK YOUR SHIT!!!”
A thin freckle faced guard looked at his bearded cohort. “Damn Pearson, I think that chick has bigger balls than you do!!”
The entire group laughed as Pearson seemed to grow angrier by the minute. He jumped to his feet, shoving the thin man back down as he stomped out after Detective Jordan…
Penitentiary for the Criminally Super Powered (Cell Block)
Centerville, Empire City
Following her pitched battle with Meepus, Anka stood in the bowels of the prison surrounded by complete chaos. She had come here just to watch after Brandon Knight’s ex-girlfriend, and instead she had ended up thrust into the middle of a prison riot. Why in the hell had she cared whether that fire-tossing freak escaped? It wasn’t her concern and she wanted to be away from this place before she had another attack of conscious.
She extended her wings and launched herself skyward, flying out of the hole in the wall that had been blasted by one of the escaping felons. As she came out over the prison yard, the scene was indescribable. The ground was littered with debris and bodies. Escaping convicts were everywhere and they were destroying everything in sight. She hovered there for a moment, then turned an uncaring eye back towards Madison District. This wasn’t her fight…her part in all of this was over and done. She had been sent to protect Detective Jordan, and that had been done. No doubt, Stacey was now miles away from this place…now it was time that she did the same.
She started out, but the sounds of weapon’s fire caught her attention and she turned and looked back as a gaggle of prison guards came running out into the yard, led by none other than Detective Stacey Jordan. Anka turned angrily to the heavens. “Oh!! I bet you think this is a fucking laugh a minute don’t you?!!”
Penitentiary for the Criminally Super Powered (Courtyard)
Centerville, Empire City
As Stacey burst out onto the prison grounds she immediately started barking out orders as she positioned the men and called for the escapees to surrender. The very first reply was the obligatory ‘FUCK YOU!’ followed by a lone escapee turning towards her and unleashing an optic blast in her general direction. Stacey dodged the shot and raised her rifle and blasted the convict, hitting him in the chest and sending him tumbling to the ground in a heap.
The entire yard went silent for a moment as the smell of ozone filled the air. What few escapees remained all turned and looked at the fallen man, then at the guards and in unison attacked. Stacey screamed out…
“FIRE!!!”
The entire area was lit up like a sports arena as the fight to prevent the escape of at least some of the prisoners was in full swing. A pitched battle erupted as the guards did their best to salvage what they could. Detective Jordan led the charge as she expertly maneuvered her men while preserving tactical superiority. In the first few moments of the battle several prisoners were quickly felled, and it seemed as if she just might turn the tide, but the day would not be won so easily.
As one of the guards came up from behind cover to engage the criminals, the sky seemed to go dark. He looked up and only had a moment to react as a hover car fell from the sky, missing him by mere inches as it struck the building, collapsing part of the wall down on him. Instantly, two other guards threw down their weapons and ran.
Stacey reached out and grabbed one of the men and screamed at him. “WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG?!! GET BACK OUT THERE!!”
The man was scared half to death as he flailed wildly to escape. “T-THAT’S F-FREIGHT TRAIN!!!” The man swatted Stacey’s hand away as he scrambled to his feet and bolted.
Stacey turned her attention back to the battle, but she was quickly losing control as the sky was suddenly filled with tons of debris, all of it raining down on the besieged guards. She looked up as she saw a dumpster careening down on Pearson’s position. Stacey dropped her rifle as she dived at the man and yanked him out of the way at the last moment. She landed on top of him, grabbing him by his collar. “WHO IN THE FUCK IS FREIGHT TRAIN?!!”
Pearson shook his head. “You don’t wanna know!!”
Stacey sat up and looked towards the main gate of the prison as a hulking brute of a man tore it down with his bare hands and slung it at the bewildered guards.
Stacey grabbed her weapon as she pulled Pearson to his feet. “WE NEED TO TAKE HIM DOWN!!”
“WHAT?!!” Pearson screamed. “He’s a super-max detainee!! You can’t just…TAKE HIM DOWN!!”
Stacey stared at him. “Someone put his ass in here, and now it’s our job to keep him here!! You go right, I’ll go left!!” She yelled to the remaining guards. “COVER US!!”
Before the bearded man could protest, Stacey was on the move, making a beeline towards the massive man. Pearson ran his fingers through his beard. “That bitch is fucking nuts!!” He scrambled to his feet and headed to the right.
As Stacey ran at the fugitive known as Freight Train, the guards fired at the other criminals attempting to hinder her. Explosions erupted all around as smoke and dust swirled to obscure the view. She set the rifle to automatic burst as she took aim at the raging criminal and fired. Three bolts hit Freight Train in the shoulder, staggering him, but it seemed to only anger the man even more. He ripped out another section of the fence and slung it at her, causing her to hit the ground hard as it sailed just inches above her head.
Pearson ran in close and fired a burst of his own that struck the mammoth man in the side, again rocking him, but not taking him down. “OH SHI…”
Freight Train closed the distance with Pearson, stomping the ground and nearly sending him flying. The massive man grabbed Pearson by his neck as he roared. “YOU’RE GONNA DIE FOR THAT PIG!!”
Stacey took careful aim and fired at the man again as he held the guard. The bolts of charged energy hit the fugitive in the side of the head, staggering and disorienting him. Pearson raised his rifle, jamming it under Freight Train’s chin as he flipped it to full automatic and fired it at point blank range. Pearson screamed as he held the trigger down and watched as bolt after bolt hit its target. Pearson closed his eyes as the charges built to a critical level and literally blew the convict’s head completely off his shoulders. Pearson fell to his knees as he looked down in amazement at what they had just accomplished. Stacey ran up and he turned to her. “I DON’T BELIEVE IT!! WE ACTUALLY TOOK DOWN FREIGHT TRAIN!!”
Stacey patted him on the shoulder. “That’s great, but I think we have a few hundred more to round up before we start slapping each other on the ass and swapping spit in the shower!” She smiled at him. “Saddle up!! We’re just getting started!!”
Pearson smiled and started to stand, but his legs suddenly wouldn’t move. He felt warm liquid running down his chest and he looked down in wide-eyed amazement as several sharp barbs were protruding through his chest. He started to speak, but an acrid taste filled his mouth and he vomited blood all over the pavement.
Stacey turned and looked back as Reaver stood behind Pearson, her claws rammed completely through him.
She smiled at Stacey. “Bugger, but you’re a hard one to keep up with!”
Stacey raised her weapon to fire, but the woman kicked Pearson in the back, sending him sliding off her claws and flying towards her. Stacey was knocked to the ground, her rifle sliding out of her hand. She shoved the lifeless body of Pearson off of her as she drew her service pistol and fired, but it was too late.
Reaver kicked the weapon aside and grabbed her by her throat.
Reaver retracted her claws and let her fist fly, punching Stacey in the face with three rapid-fire blows, knocking her unconscious. “You and I need to see a man about a priest…and his lil’ birdie!!”
High overhead, Anka turned and headed down towards the prison yard. She Reaver and she knew that she was a stone cold killer, a point that she knew first hand. She went into a dive, looking to take the clawed woman from behind. She came in and kicked her, sending her hard to the ground.
Reaver quickly recovered and her bright eyes fell on new prey, as they were illuminated from the pitched battle in the prison yard. She had watched as the scene had degenerated into complete chaos. In truth, she cared little for what was happening all around her, she had but one objective and that was to get her hands on the woman that would bring her the priest. Once she had him…the little birdie would come rushing in…only to be swallowed up by the cat! She had gotten the girl, but who would have guessed, the little birdie had shown up here as well…all on her own. She smiled viciously. “Who would ‘ave thought, finding you was a whole ‘ell of a lot easier than I ‘ad ‘oped.” She pointed at her. “You and I Luv…we ‘ave unfinished business we do!”
Anka stood over Stacey, casting a quick glance down at her and then back to Reaver. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but whatever it is, you can forget about it! You wanted to burn down the church, and you did, so as far as I can see…you can be on your way!”
She continued to grin at the winged woman. “No Luv…not quite…you see, there is still th’ matter of what you did to me Mate! Th’ way I figure it…you bein’ dead will just about square it!” She flicked her hands down at her sides, elongating her razor sharp claws, then flung her hands out towards Anka, sending her barbs flying out towards her quarry.
Anka was ready for the assault this time, as she twisted her body to one side, allowing half of the deadly shards to fly past and knocking the remainder harmlessly to the ground as she brought up a single wing as a shield. She had hardly recovered from the first volley, before she had to swat down a second and a third. Anka lowered her head as she stared at the woman. “I don’t know how many of those things you have…but we can do this all night long if you want!”
“That’s a neat trick…” Reaver cut her eyes down towards the prone form of Stacey lying on the ground. “…too bad everyone can’t do it!” Anka moved towards Stacey before the barbs were even hurled, but that was just what her enemy was hoping for.
Reaver leapt into the air and landed on Anka’s back as she struggled to sink her claws in. Anka grabbed the clawed hands as she held them away from her and launched herself skyward. She climbed quickly even as she struggled with her adversary.
“OH NO YOU DON’T LIL’ BIRDIE!!” Reaver kicked at her wings and actually succeed in bringing her down. Anka angled herself and managed to smash her attacker into the top of a parked hovercar. She tumbled down to the concrete below as Reaver grabbed her back in pain. Anka crawled back to her feet, using the car to steady herself as she spread her wings and pushed herself back up into the air.
Before she could get away, she was immediately grabbed from below and dragged back down and hurled to the ground. She skidded to a bone-jarring stop against the side of another parked car. Reaver bared her teeth as she glared down at her. “WHERE YOU FLYING OFF TO BIRDIE?!!” She reached down and grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up, slamming her against the wall. “You’re gonna pay for what you did…and you’re gonna die bloody!!”
Reaver slashed her across the side of her neck, slicing through flesh as she cut to the bone. Anka screamed in pain as she threw her into the side of another nearby car. Anka’s scream was tinged by a slight gurgle as blood flowed freely from the fount that had been torn open on her neck. She struggled to get up, but the blood loss and the battle with Meepus had taken their toll on her. She held up her hand to stop her attacker, but it was of no use. Reaver rushed over and kicked her hard in the side, sending her tumbling across the ground, before she finally rolled to a stop.
Reaver ran towards her, skidding to a stop just inches from her face as she jammed her razor sharp claws deep into Anka’s chest…
“ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!”
Reaver stared, smiling in satisfaction as she straddled her. “I said you’d die bloody you fuckin’ slag…” The clawed villainess began slashing her brutally, sending blood and gore in all directions until she was certain that her foe was dead. Reaver stood over Anka with blood dripping down her arms and face. She threw back her head and laughed. “Let’s see you come back this time whore!!”
She turned her attention back to the unconscious Detective as she walked over to her and knelt down. “Well now…what to do with you Lassie?” She extended one of her blood soaked claws and traced a line across her cheek. “I could do you right ‘ere…right now…but if I do that, I might not find that priest of yours.” Reaver reached down and scooped her up, hefting her over her shoulder. “Looks like you brought yourself a few more ‘ours of usefulness…for now.”
Reaver cast one last look back at the penitentiary as it was going up in flames, most of the guards butchered. She felt a slight pang of regret, having missed out on the slaughter herself. She walked pass Anka’s ruined remains. “At least it wasn’t a total loss.” She laughed to herself. “One down…one more to go!”
EPISODE CREDITS
CAST (In order of appearance)
Pam Dawson ... Kara Zooey Ayers
Gaia ... Kate Steele
Detective Stacey Jordan … Nina Stokes
Correctional Officer Pearson … “Eyesnsane”
Freckle Faced ECPCSP Guard … Wendy Slater
Optical Blast Prisoner … Scott Winters
Fleeing ECPCSP Guard … Buster Lyons
Freight Train … Duke King
Anka … Kenzi Grey
Reaver … Melissa Reaves
Directed by … DubbleFC
Screenplay by … Ron B.
Produced by … CTN Television Studios
Casting by … Maleek Raheem
Music by … Pedos Candy