When Velvet lunged, Tommy reacted like any sane person would to five feet eleven inches of enraged, cybernetically-enhanced super soldier suddenly rushing right at them:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
In a panic, he dropped low and ducked behind a cabinet. Velvet went hurtling past him and slammed shoulder-first into the wall, so hard that the concrete cracked.
Velvet snarled wordlessly, scrambling back to his feet and shaking off the impact—that should've shattered a few bones at the very least—and snatched a pair of plasma shears off the floor, ripping them effortlessly in half in a shower of sparks and effectively arming himself with a pair of deadly, white-hot knives, each with a forearm-sized blade that could slice through steel.
Tommy froze.
Oh, shit.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" He screamed, making a wild dash for the door. "WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK NO NO NO NO NO—"
One of the blades whistled past and clipped his ear.
Tommy yelled in pain, and the terrible smells of burning concrete and flesh were overwhelming as the blade hit the wall and melted a hole in it instead of sticking. Thankfully the wound cauterized itself instantly, but it still hurt like fucking hell.
He grabbed a chunk of concrete the size of a watermelon and threw it.
Velvet sliced it out of the air, and grabbed Tommy by the shirt.
With a screech, Tommy lurched backwards and ran away down the hall, rounding the corner and dashing into the cell blocks. His shirt tore as he broke free, leaving Velvet with nothing but a handful of fabric.
"HA, TRY AND GET ME NOW, BITCH!" Tommy cackled.
Velvet snarled, closing the gap at a terrifying rate, and then yanked a wrench off his belt and threw it, nailing Tommy in his Achilles' tendon.
He yelped—more out of surprise than pain—and tripped over his own feet.
"I WAS KIDDING!" Tommy screamed as Velvet advanced with a murderous look in his glowing red eyes, scrambling back frantically. "I WAS KIDDING ABOUT GETTING MY ASS NO NO NO STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT—"
Tommy's back hit the door of the only occupied cell.
Inside, Punz, who was sitting there in his dark under-armor bodysuit and white hoodie reading what appeared to be Pride and Prejudice, jolted in surprise. The cells were soundproof, but judging from the alarmed and confused expression on his face, the words he was mouthing were something along the lines of what the hell?
Tommy gave him a panicked look, hastily swiping out a leg and unbalancing Velvet just long enough to get on his feet.
Frankly, that backfired.
In a big way.
Velvet tackled him, wrapping an arm around his neck and squeezing it so tight that Tommy couldn't breathe. Punz jolted to his feet in his cell, his brow furrowed and his eyes wide with shock as he pounded on the cell door and yelled something Tommy couldn't make out.
In a panic, Tommy sank his teeth into Velvet's forearm.
Velvet yelled in pain, and wrenched his head back at a painful angle. Tommy froze, not daring to move a muscle.
If Velvet applied the slightest amount of pressure now, Tommy's neck would snap.
"Velvet you're not thinking right now!" Tommy wheezed frantically, his chest heaving from the strain. "Listen man, there's somethin' wrong in your damn head and we gotta get you to Bad or somebody'll get hurt—"
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Where Is Your Rider (OFFICIAL WATTPAD UPLOAD)
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