Posted at 10:30 am on Jan 10, 2014 by:
Sheri Stull
GARBAGE DAY!!!! >D
Sheri’s eyes widened as Deadblood started across the street towards her, katana drawn. Still very alarmed by the fact that he’d apparently developed powers similar to her own since she’d last encountered him, she realized he wouldn’t be so easy to deal with now. Sheri wasn’t foolish enough to think that if he managed to get his hands on her that it would end any other way than poorly for her. Even as angry as she was, she knew she didn’t stand a chance going hand to hand or hand to katana as it were.
Deadblood was getting closer, his hand gripping the katana tighter, preparing to slash out at her with it when suddenly his legs came up from under him, sending him flat on his back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Sheri took off running then, trying to put more distance between herself and her former company co-worker, knowing full well that if he managed to get his hands on her it would be as good as a death sentence.
Sheri ran, not even pausing to look back until she was sure there was a good block between them when suddenly a smaller, yet still very heavy newspaper machine came whipping from down the road towards her. She shoved it aside easily enough with her own powers, but Deadblood was already back on his feet and quickly gaining on her, angrily cursing. As long as she could stay physically out of his reach, she reasoned, she might come out of this alive. She’d just have to keep him at bay long enough for something to eventually make a fatal connection with him. Sheri was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to survive something like a dumpster landing on him, after all.
As he started past a particularly large storefront window, it smashed as if a gale force wind had suddenly slammed into it, raining jagged glass down onto the ground, as well as onto Deadblood himself, netting him a couple of nasty cuts to the arm he threw up to shield his head from the raining glass. Sheri started running again, ducking down an alley while he was distracted by several windows on the strip shattering and spraying shards of glass every which way.
“You fucking bitch! You can keep running like a coward and breaking windows and throwing trash cans, but when I catch you I swear they’ll need a mop instead of a body bag to collect what’s left of you when I’m finished!”
She could hear him clearly now, and that was a bad sign, before his angry shouting had been not been as loud. She continued to run, heart pounding, ducking into the back doorway of a business as he started down the alley after her. The pallets stacked neatly outside a business went hurling one by one towards him, only to be knocked aside rather sloppily but effectively none the less, and her mind returned to what he had said earlier even as she sent another dumpster down his way.
“Surprise, bitch! Looks like it's not just a shiny belt!”
The belt... was that how he was doing this? DId it have some sort of power of it’s own that he was merely tapping into? If that were the case, how was it that the powers he now seemed to posses seemed to mirror her own so closely? Sure he didn’t seem to exhibit the control and finesse she’d worked so hard at achieving, but there was no denying that he was doing now was what she’d been capable of a few years ago, before the long hours practicing and the extra training the company had footed the bill for. An idea began to form in her head, and she hoped that she wasn’t too far off target in her presumptions.
She stepped out of the doorway, tauntingly just as Deadblood clumsily redirected the dumpster away from himself to land nearby with a crash, leaving him unscathed. Still very careful to stay far enough back to be out of reach of the katana, she spoke.
“Well, don’t you think you are hot shit all of a sudden, with your shiny belt and it’s super awesome copycat powers. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got.” She said, before sending another stack of pallets flying his way, and then continuing to run down the alley. He’d have to either dodge them or redirect them, both of which would slow him down and buy her a little more time to get further out of his reach.
“I’d be more than glad to show you what I’ve got, and I will, very shortly! Just you wait!” He shouted as she tore down the alleyway and back out onto another side street. Another pallet came flying out of the alley, followed by a couple of newspaper machines hurtling straight for her head, narrowly missing her as she tightly made the corner and continued running down the sidewalk. Deadblood was still in hot pursuit, his katana still at the ready and thirsty for blood, and Sheri prayed her hunch proved correct as she continued to run.
