PRECOG/G!: The Genesis of a New Hero
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Sun Apr 8 10:45:10 PDT 2012
SLAM! The malformed hand crashed into the pavement where she'd just
Elizabeth Holmes swallowed, hot, ragged breath fogging up the visor
of her motorcycle helmet. Bits of shattered concrete pinged off of the
visor as she crouched ten feet away - an amazing leap, but not nearly
far enough to put her out of danger.
Blood ran hot and fast through the woman's veins, thundering in her
ears. The great hulking form that had attacked her slowly turned,
advancing on her. Its camera-lens eyes stared, the only thing
protruding from the lumpy, organic metal that covered its head. Around
its waist, the metal thinned out, human legs dangling as it
knucklewalked forward. One of its enormous arms, covered in a bizarre
amalgam of flesh and machinery, wound up for what was sure to be a
The massive fist rocketed forward faster than seemed possible...
then, as if by instinct, Elizabeth found herself dodging to the side
and twisting to face that arm, her own gloved fist glowing with an
emerald light. It bolted forward and slammed into what must have been
a weak point in the beast's 'hide', causing the armored skin to crack
deeply and shatter beneath her knuckles.
The thing howled and lashed out. Her leather jacket tore, but the
bulletproof vest underneath held as she was knocked back; still, she'd
probably have a nasty bruise there - if not a broken rib or two. She
skittered away, dodging the followup blow, and stuck her hand out
toward the monster.
For a span of two breaths, nothing happened. Then a green flare
burst from her palm. The ball of energy slammed into the creature's
wrist, propelling its arm backward. The beast was yanked back, but the
force of the blow combined with the damage she'd already inflicted
ripped the trunkish limb from its body, filling the air with the sound
of tearing metal and anguished bellows.
Blood pumped from the limb, a strange mixture of bright candy red
and slick, shiny silver. The beast was stunned... Elizabeth stared
into it, sweat dripping into her eyes, and the focus of combat wavered;
her thoughts drifted back to how she'd gotten here...
G E N E S I S
By Edward Protera and Andrew Perron
Andrew "NO .SIG MAN" "Juan" Perron, I will collaborate with EVERYONE.
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