Lr stories part 1: Power royale

Chapter 47: Money Run, Part 3

The dense forest was alive with the sounds of pursuit—the crunch of leaves underfoot, the rapid breathing of the hunted, and the cold determination of the hunters. The tension in the air was palpable as William Dangerfield and Angelo Vasquez pressed on in their relentless chase after Jessy Jamaica. Her elastic body stretched and snapped back as she bounded through the trees, using her rubbery abilities to escape their every attempt to pin her down.

"Jessy Jamaica is on the run!" Announcer 1's voice boomed with excitement. "Can she slip through their grasp once more, or is this the end of her elastic evasion?"

Announcer 2 chimed in with a more analytical tone, "Jessy's abilities have kept her alive this long, but she's exhausted. William and Angelo are closing in—this may be her final stand."

Angelo, now in the form of a sleek panther, sprinted ahead, using his heightened senses to track Jessy's erratic path. William followed closely, his metal armor clinking with each determined step. The duo moved with deadly precision, driven by the shrinking arena and the knowledge that only one of them would eventually walk away with the billion-dollar prize.

Jessy's breaths came in ragged gasps as she pushed her rubberized body to its limits. She knew she couldn't keep this up forever—every stretch, every bounce, sapped her strength. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way out, but the relentless duo behind her left no room for error.

Suddenly, the trees gave way to a wide, rushing river. Jessy skidded to a halt at the bank, her eyes darting left and right for an escape route. The water was fast and cold, but it was her only option.

"She's cornered at the river!" Announcer 1 exclaimed. "This could be it, folks!"

With no time to waste, Jessy dived into the river, her body elongating and twisting as she used her elasticity to propel herself through the water. But William and Angelo weren't far behind.

Angelo shifted into a powerful crocodile, slicing through the water in pursuit, while William manipulated the metal around him to form a makeshift raft, giving him the upper hand on the surface.

Jessy's lungs burned as she swam with all her might, but the river's current and her own exhaustion were working against her. Angelo closed in, snapping his powerful jaws just inches from her stretched limbs, forcing her to twist and turn to avoid his deadly bite.

William, his eyes cold and calculating, directed a stream of metal shards into the water, corralling Jessy toward the riverbank where he could finish her off. Jessy struggled, her rubbery form losing its shape as her energy waned.

"She's running out of options," Announcer 2 observed. "William has the upper hand here. If he plays his cards right, this could be the end of Jessy Jamaica."

Finally, with a burst of effort, Jessy reached the shallows and tried to scramble onto the bank. But William was there, his metal tendrils snaking out to wrap around her limbs, pulling her back into the water.

"Game over, Jessy," William muttered, his voice devoid of sympathy. He knew what he had to do.

He forced Jessy's head under the water, using his metal manipulation to hold her down despite her frantic struggles. Jessy's rubbery body twisted and stretched, but she couldn't break free. The water churned with her desperate thrashing as she fought for air, but it was no use. William's grip was too strong, his resolve too cold.

The minutes dragged on, and Jessy's movements slowed. Her once-elastic form began to lose its bounce, her limbs growing limp as the life was slowly drained from her. William kept her submerged, his expression blank as he watched the last of her strength ebb away.

Finally, Jessy's body went still, her rubbery limbs floating lifelessly in the water. William released his grip, letting her drift away as he stood on the bank, staring down at the river.

"And that's it, folks!" Announcer 1's voice echoed through the arena. "Jessy Jamaica is down! William Dangerfield adds another elimination to his tally!"

Announcer 2's tone was somber but impressed. "A brutal but necessary move. William knew what had to be done, and he didn't hesitate. The competition just got that much smaller."

William turned away from the river, his face set in a grim mask. He knew that with each elimination, he was one step closer to the billion-dollar prize—but at what cost? As the arena continued to shrink, the final showdown loomed closer, and William knew that only the strongest, the most ruthless, would survive.

To be continued...