Killing Us Slowly

Chapter 4 Part 2: Withdrawryl

Sierra, why do you run? Why try to fight what will definitely kill you?

Running only makes the game fun for me. 

But, I don't like to play with my prey.

Sierra's POV

Being dragged around sucks. I moved my arms, but they stayed shackled to my sides. I pulled on my wrist and pulled out a laser pistol. I fired into the ground, splashing the area around me in blinding light. 

Leaping forward, I pushed over and broke the cuffs. I unsheathed my sword and sliced forward, cutting down the blinded men in half. Closing in on the building in front of me, I broke through the door and activated my active camo, leaving behind a trail of destruction up to the third floor. 

An EMP grenade took my suit down but I kept on moving, allowing the men to reload before getting the jump on them. My suit resets itself, luckily, just before I went over to the next floor. 

On the fourth floor, however, the men constantly threw EMPs into my face, which although was a dick move, I still was able to move through to the next floor, only a couple of bullet wounds was the worst of the attack. 

Fifth floor, fewer EMPs, but still was able to bring me down to one knee and I can still make it to the next floor. This time they used sniper rifles, missing bullets was a reprieve, but their overwhelming numbers made it impossible for me to get a break. 

The sixth floor, this was starting to get very challenging. The men now had swords and grenades, which was a deadly combo of close quarters combat as well as an area of effect damage. 

The seventh floor, the second to last level. I took the time and reloaded, checking my gloves for their power levels. They were still using swords, but they weren't using as much lethality as they were on the previous floor. 

I caught a sword swinging and punched the men, sweeping across the men around me. They all went down and I charged to the staircase with my extendable shield. I drew my bow and pulled out a triple shot prepared. 

Kicking the door open, I was pulled into the room and my hands pulled to the sides. I couldn't move, again, but no shackles were present this time. A blue glowing field appeared around me, enclosing me in a trap. I looked up and saw Sigma, Mad Dog and Bolt, all standing together. Mad Dog carried a giant hand cannon, while Bolt still carried his bow. 

Sigma still held his cards in one hand, while the other held up the field that trapped me.

"Welcome back, Sierra. How nice of you to join us once again," Sigma spoke, poison dripping from every word out of his mouth.  

???'s POV

I took in a sweep of the scenario around me, gasping in abject horror. Fire swept the area, eating away at the houses that stood on stilts. I struggled to find a solution to put out the flames, but now I was not in a position to do much of anything. I leapt over to the nearby river and pulled over a large bowl, mixing the water around, splashing the fires with the water, managing to get a majority of the fire out before my mission location pinged and I moved off to get more of the villagers out. 

I looked through the wood and saw more building still under fire. I moved closer and pulled out my pistol. I aimed and picked off three men before they were alerted to my presence, who then quickly poured bullets into my cover. 

The men didn't matter. However, my target sure as hell did. 

It was only a matter of time before I lost my target. Then, he'll be lost forever.