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Posted at 1:11 am on Apr 25, 2016 by: Sheri Stull
Sick burn


“YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING FIREBUG BITCH!” Red screamed as he rolled down the stairwell, freshly alight. “I’M GONNA GET YOU, AND WHEN I DO I’M GONNA PLAY IN YOUR FUCKING BLOOD!”

“Try me, asswipe,” Sheri smirked, sticking her head out the door to call down after him. “I think being on fire is a good look for you!”

“I’m going to peel the skin off your face, slowly and make jerky, you bitch. You talk a big game, but come on down here and let’s find out what you are really made of!” Sheri grabbed a fire extinguisher mounted on the wall before descending down the stairs. Red took the opportunity to get to his feet, ready to tear her limb from limb the moment he had the chance. Still aflame, he started his chainsaw back up, laughing psychotically.

A grin spread out on his ruined face as he spotted the fire extinguisher clasped in her hands.

“Oooh, what are you gonna do with that?” He laughed, as she came a few steps closer towards him stopping a few feet shy of the landing where he stood. She sent it flying towards his head, as he swung the chainsaw up, deflecting it away from him. "Too predictable, sweetheart. I guess you are just a one trick pony who's luck has run out!" Red cackled, thrusting the chainsaw towards her as she glanced up towards the thick wooden support beam directly over his head. Giving a hard mental wrench she yanked it down and sent it swinging into the back of Red’s head, as the ceiling over the landing collapsed down onto him.

She took a deep breath, thankful that her gambit had paid off. Satisfied that Red was indisposed for the moment, she turned around and started back up the stairs. Taking a left down the hall, she wandered on, coming upon the old auditorium. Confident that there would be an emergency exit there, she openened the double doors and started towards the back.

“SURPRISE BITCH!” Red howled as he burst through the doors right after her, his chainsaw splintering the wood into tiny shards. Holding it high above, he shook his head in scorned disbelief. “You didn’t really think that little stunt back there would save you, did you? I told you, I've crushed opponents a thousand times better than you, and all before breakfast!”

"That might be so, but from where I'm standing it looks like you maybe should have doubled up on your Wheaties, you nasty creep!" She tossed back, bolting for the exit fully expecting for Red to give chase after her. He stayed put, instead sending a blast of Wickedness her way. Caught off guard and directly in it’s path with no where to go, Sheri gave a desperate mental shove with all her might, sending it flying off course into a nearby wall where it exploded with a crackle and hiss.

“Nice, but care to try your luck again?” He shouted, sending out another three blasts in quick succession. Sheri gave another desperate shove and kept running only to bump right into Red, who had somehow managed to appear right in front of the exit.

The sudden impact sent her flailing backwards, landing flat on her back. She quickly rolled out of the way of Red’s heavy boot slamming down towards her face, and with the exit blocked she started towards the stage instead.

Spotting a pull-down ladder that led up to a catwalk high over the stage, she gave a quick mental tug to yank it down. Even though the building was burning she saw no other recourse. She could either go up into the rafters and risk being caught in the inferno, or she could stay down here and risk Red. The former seemed a much safer option right now.

“Going up? Don’t mind if I do!” Red bellowed, grabbing out at her leg with a still burning hand as she started up the ladder. Sheri shrieked at the sudden pain, swinging out with a hard kick. Her left boot connected with his head, stunning him just long enough for her to make it up into the rafters.

It was all for nothing however, just as quickly he was up there right in front of her, not even bothering with the ladder. Trapped like a rat, she reached for her Springfield XD, unloading the clip into his chest as a last ditch effort. Despite the close range and accuracy of her shots, he didn’t even flinch.

Instead, he reached out with a wicked grin, and gave her a hard shove.











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