Kelly Beth

The Broken Wings of Freedom

The enclosure of my space of reality was quickly making it self known to me as I further gazed around my environment,the very taste of the slightly polluted air made want to puke, to live like this... a foreign concept to me as I have never experienced this lifestyle on the outside because I have not left the lab once since being there and in that thought I found a slight glimmer of joy.

Looking past the huge rats about the size of cats and the weirdly malformed beasts I assumed were once dogs, the countless roaches running rampant between these homeless as tho part of the family,and the green fog like mist in the air. I had my wish granted despite the path of the outcome I was indeed on the outside,and soon enough the voice in my head Mr.Beth became silent perhaps pushed aside by my own aspirations and curiosity silencing him for the time being.

I heard loud noises ringing out in a distance quickly getting closer, which were ringing out before but I only noticed them now because it seemed it was headed in my direction. P-39's automatic rifles usually loaded with a new type of amo called netro syphen rounds which upon impact with the skin beaks down tissue at a dramatic speed that it seems like your flesh is melting.I know this because it was created in our lab and I did a weapons course dating from 1700 to 2032 but these were modified,from the sound of it to use regular bullets.There were two separate exchange along with a siren blaring and the use of higher model weapons with their correct model ammo knows as burners police issued.I quickly deduced it was a cops and robbers situation which should be constant from what I was told by Kelly.

Humbled I stood there staring at the corner of the street where the headlights of their cars came in to view I was amazed staring unnerved as they flew by.

Anchored in place there in the middle of the street. I could tell that I wouldn't be hit but what shocked me was the look on the rebels face.

Poised as I assumed they were staring at me shouting get out out of the way boss. I watched as a q-Xdll burner bullet went into his shoulder.

Piercing deep in what seemed like slow-mo to me as the voice in my head screamed out what I suppose was the victims name, a Jone to be exact.

Yearning emotions flooded in for Jone's safety.

Brave as knights the officers pursued wearing what seemed to be helmets hiding their eyes and nose revealing only their mouth and chin.

Inspected closely they seemed unreal like no sign of life expressionless not a frown or care as the two flew by me in their vehicles.

Riddling each other with bullets like the many action scenes from movies that I've seen only on a screen but.

The Reality of it however differs greatly so much so in there is only one angle no cut scenes and no commercial breaks.

Heavy the sound of the engine as it screeches and screams from the damages taken on by the majority of bullets rupturing its mechanics,yet heavier the sound of the drivers skull and blood splattering against the window after having a burner bullet tear into it.

Death lingered thick in the ear right at that moment and time i tensed and bracrd for the worst as I saw the vehicle swirve with no one at the wheel.

Amazing as all this was I was feeling Mr. Beths concern welling up in me like a thunderstorm each second that passed as we watched.

You dont get a lot of time to think about whats going down around you while it is going down but for me thought was as fast as the speed of light.

Moments before Jone as Beth called him seemed to be out of the game and slammed into the building I gazed at earlier I had already turn myself.

Once I avoid debre of glass and concrete flying all over the place the hood of his HY- specter model car filled with the protective foam as it smashed into Monaco's sign rail of the buildings upper level steps.

Most lucky for him that model has that feature installed because if he wasn't dead tat reaction between the atomizer and reactor would definitely see to his death. The officers proceeded to park and calmly stood out of their vehicles and made their way over to the the fugitives vehicle prepared to fire upon him without mercy I could tell they had zero tolerance for low class citizens so much so infact that they are both the law and the order.

Jone was marked as deceased from the moment he raised his head about the murky waters he lived in for the freshest of air.