Virtually Existent

Chapter Nine - Antivillain

Jennifer's eyes widened at the sight and her overall goal to get out was overtaken by the goal of not learning how getting shot feels. She launched up onto her feet and attempted to aim the gun, completely ignoring it's iron sights in preference of closing her eyes before shooting.

Despite completely missing, the nation entry assailant immediatley changed his tactics and dove for cover giving Jennifer a chance to turn and sprint off in the opposite direction. She covered her head with her hands as she went, trying to focus on what was ahead over the loud rifle and it's owner behind her.

Jennifer gasped, stopping and resting on her knees as she tried to catch her breath weakly. She risked a glance backwards, seeing her attacker dropping down to a kneel and preparing her death shot. It would have probably been quick and painless, a bullet through the head would have immediately ejected her from the Grand Melee and solved all of her problems. For that reason Jennifer tried to hold herself back and indeed managed for a moment before she charged at the nearest visible door.

Jennifer slammed the door shut and pressed herself into the wall beside it, not daring to breathe as she held onto the handgun for dear life as the nation entry checked his ammunition outside, letting a loud clunk sound out.

She heard a noise behind her and all of her contained anxiety broke free, giving her no better ideas than to try and kill this person. She whipped around, bringing up the gun ready to attack. Her attempt at an offensive move was foiled by the man simply raising his arm up and stopping her from levelling the weapon at him. He brandished a knife, and raised a finger over his lips to indicate his need of her silence. Jennifer had given up, so when he propped her up against the wall again she didn't bother moving. 

It was as soon as her newest threat had set himself up opposite to her at the doorway her old one burst through. His gun entered first, turning to her in a methodical manner. She just stared at the man as the rifle filled her vision.

It was then that his neck exploded into a bloody mess and spurted some onto her shirt. His rifle turned back the way it had come, attempting to fend off the threat but too late. Jennifer didn't even feel herself doing it as she raised the handgun and loaded the last five rounds into his head. 

Her guardian angel ripped the knife free of the certainly dead body and tried to pull it out of view of the street, serving only to send himself off balance as the body degenerated into neon green dust. "So," he asked "What is someone like you doing in the melee?"