We were so close, only a few yards away, when we were forced to stop. Two men stood in front of us. One held a futuristic looking shotgun. He seemed to be nervous, sweat beading his forehead. The second man held no weapon and stood completely still, hands clasped behind his back. His face was distorted by a deep frown. It was Trumins.
I growled, my hands becoming claw like. This monster will die for what he did to me, to us. I sprang forward, catching him by surprise and made contact with his jaw, sending him flying into the ghost zone. The other pointed his gun at me, his hands visibly shaking. I smirked at him letting my fangs show and glint in the eerie light. He gulped, but did not step down or lower the gun. Brave guy.
"Douglas," Flare's voice said from some where behind me. "Put that down. I know you don't want to hurt us." She started moving towards the man slowly, making me growl nervously the closer she got. "Please, just let us go." She said, now only a few feet away from him.
"I-I can't." He said, not taking the gun off of me. Flare frowned, taking a few steps closer.
"I promise we won't hurt you. Just give me the gun." She opened her hand and moved it towards him, waiting for him to put his gun in it. His eyes shifted between her, me, Danny, and the gun. I could see the desiscion click in his eyes and reacted just as he pointed his gun at Flare, squeezing the trigger. I shoved the gun upwards and away from us.
I felt a searing heat in my shoulder and my vision went white. I gasped in pain and stumbled back. He must have hit me. I could hear a commotion in front of me, probably fighting. I tried to blink away the white, gritting my teeth. When my vision cleared I could see the man laying unconscious. Danny had the gun and was eyeing him suspiscously. Flare was kneeling next to me, asking if I was okay. I nodded.
She seemed to relax a bit, but stiffened back up when that reedy voice laughed. "Of course it's not okay." Said Trumins, stepping back inside. There was a good amount of bruising on the left side of his face where I hit him. I growled, warning him against making any moves. He smiled in that infuriating way of his, chuckling.
"That weapon is our latest production. The RAX3064. The others have fondly nicknamed it Second Death." The burning in my shoulder had been steadily growing till it felt like my flesh was melting away.Trumins grinned wider at the look of pure anguish on my face. "We have recreated a plant used long ago to keep ghosts in check and used this weapon to transfer the essanace of this plant into bolts of energy. The gun then fires the bolt at any ghost." My mind was growing foggy from the pain, making it impossible to understand what he was saying. It was all I could do just to remain awake and standing and I was quickly losing that battle. But Danny understood perfectly.
"Blood blossoms." He growled. My knees suddenly decided that they wanted to turn to jelly and I fell forward. I heard someone yell my name but didn't know who. I blacked out before I hit the ground.
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Flare caught her unconscious friend, holding him close to her. Trumis cackled. "As you can see, it's very affective." He said, smiling. "I give it three, maybe four hours before it dies." Again with the laughter. It was really starting to annoy Danny.
"Would you quit it already! You didn't win anything!"
"Oh, but I believe I have." Trumins took out the little remote, electracuting Danny and Flare, forcing them on the ground. "Now you'll have to go back to your cells. All this will have to be rebuilt and I think heightened security is in order."
"Or," said Danny, lifting himself on wobbly arms. "You could let us go and help Dan."
Trumins laughed. "And why would I do that." He asked, strolling up to Danny and snatching the gun away from him. "I would rather kill you." He laughed again at the look of defiance on Danny's face. "What a shame. You were such a nice specimen." He pressed the muzzle of the gun against Danny's temple, finger on the trigger.
Suddenly, a roar of a vehicle could be heard. Trumins spun around, a deep frown on his face. The vehicle was a strange green and white one. Inside were two jump suited people, one blue and one orange. The blue one popped her head out of the window and pointed a gun at him. A real gun.
"Get your filthy hands off my baby, you psychopathic science freak!" She yelled, pulling the trigger.
