Killing Us Slowly

Chapter 2: Fire's Burning...

Do you believe in destiny?

That you're future is predetermined? 

What if...you were destined to die? 

Would you try to change it? 

Sierra's POV

"Hey, Texas, you found the key yet? I need it ASAP." I yelled, rushing down the stairs to the visual lab.

"No? Why would I need it? You find it, since you're the one needing it." She quickly snapped back, irritated as usual. Almost on command, Riot threw me a set of keys, each labeled a separate door lock. 

I thanked him with a curt nod, and sprinted off. I knew exactly what was going on, but couldn't really comprehend it. Nuclear bombs? Since when?

After a short run, I leaped across the gaping chasm and touched down, rolling to avoid the right handed hook from the next man across the gap, stabbed his leg and gave him a fierce uppercut, knocking him out. I then proceeded to sweep my leg to my right, altering my position by backflipping upwards, kicking back two men who had advanced on my position. I used their confusion to reposition, drawing my gun and pulling the trigger twice. I heard a ringing and saw three bodies drop to the floor. Apparently my second shot had managed to pass through the guard and eliminate another guard behind him. That solve the next problem, which was the now hundreds of men now converging on my location. Slowly drawing my swords, I clipped them together and pulled on my glove, which glowed with yellow, pulsating energy. I switched my active ability from enhanced agility to BulTime, at that moment, three men with axes swung down and cleaved the rock beneath them and fell toward the chasm. 

I looked around, the men now unsure of whether to advance or to retreat. None of my other teammates were to be found, well, they weren't here at all. Observing the way the men were placed, there was no perceivable way to attack to split their formation. I readied my bow, dragging back my hand, the ends of the selenium tipped blades now glowed yellowish-green, charged with kinetic energy. 

Slowly backing into the chasm I had just leaped over, I tossed a flashbang and leaped forward, which the flash detonated and I landed amongst and men, and started to blast them away, one by one. The men weren't particularly bright, but the number can easily overwhelm me if it wasn't for my stun arrows, which when attached to human skin, releases a neurotoxin that slowly ate away at the nerves in the body, and impedes their movement and affects their reaction time. I brought down more and more men, quickly getting surrounded. I levered myself off the ground and spammed arrows into the horde of men, now a bolt of pure energy, instantly disintegrating their bodies and leaving nothing but a wisp of dust to mark their passing, until that disappeared too. 

"Two...remaining." Static flooded my earpiece, so I had no idea what the person on the other side was saying. I couldn't even tell who it was. I kept on fighting, moving forward, because the only way to move forward was to never look back, always improving, always moving forward. 

 Once my bow was completely out of energy, I moved on to my new weapon, which were customized glovers for my lower arms that were comprised of many intricate parts, but most importantly, was a compact shotgun-submachine hybrid, which held 24 shells in each rotating barrel, each arm holstering two. The guns were linked to my neural interface, so I had manually think to launch the projectiles, if not, the gun will never fire. The guns could also detect enemy movements and fire silent darts filled with a pellet of cyanide, which would render the guard dead almost immediately.

"Oh, I knew you were...AHH!" I just got shot in the leg, but the bullet was the least of my worries. I shrugged the pain and ran ahead of the pack, dropping the bow and detaching the hilts and stood ready, swords drawn.