by Jake Bible
***
“Holy shit!” the guard cried out as he fell back against the wall, nearly toppling over from Beth's enthusiastic pounding. “Holy shit!”
Beth felt herself grow so wet she wasn't sure she would be able to feel anything for much longer. She increased her speed and pulled the man closer to her, trying to get the best position possible.
***
“I can't hold on!” Brian screamed as he climaxed.
***
Beth screamed, her body reaching orgasm and before she knew what she was doing her hands had moved to the guard's head and she twisted violently, snapping his neck instantly.
The two of them collapsed to the floor as the guard's life left him.
Beth quickly pushed herself away from the dead man, shocked at what she had done. Her legs were weak from orgasm and she had a hard time crawling over to her panties. She frantically tried to pull them on, but her coordination was off.
“Ugh,” Melissa moaned, shakily pushing herself up to a semi-seated position. “What's going on? Is that you, freak?”
“Yeah,” Beth said quietly.
“Where are we?” Melissa asked, rubbing at her face. Then she saw the form upon the ground. “Is that guy dead?”
Beth didn't answer as she continued to struggle with her underwear and her sanity.
“What are you doing with your pants?” Melissa asked. “Why does it smell like fucking in here?”
***
“Oh, fuck!” the guard yelled as he watched Beth snap his colleague's neck on the holo. He shoved his own penis back into his uniform and slammed the alarm activation key.
***
A piercing whistle filled the cell and both girls covered their ears.
“What the fuck is going on?” Melissa yelled. “Did you just fuck that guy?”
Beth didn't answer as the world began to swim around her and she felt that feeling from the beach come over her.
***
The woman held Brian inside her as she nibbled at his ear. “What's happening, Brian?”
Brian felt himself move to the other place, to the place with the girl and he knew what had happened, what the girl had done while he and the woman had done the same thing.
“There’re alarms,” Brian responded. “I hear alarms.”
“Good,” the woman said, finally releasing him and pushing away from his lap. “That means they will be coming. No pun intended.”
“What happens when they get there?” Brian asked “What do I help her do?”
The woman gave the tip of Brian's still hard penis a playful flick. “Kill them, Brian. Kill them all.”
***
Beth stood up and began to search the dead man's body.
“What are you looking for?” Melissa asked, getting to her feet and taking a deep breath, trying to fight off the dizziness. She waved her hand in front of her nose. “Damn, girl! You're gonna need to wash! That's some crazy funk coming off your twat!”
“Shut the fuck up, Mel and help me find some BC,” Beth growled.
Melissa looked at Beth sharply, unsure of her tone of voice.
“You feeling okay?” Melissa asked. “You sound different.”
“Am I okay?” Beth laughed as Melissa began to help search the guard's corpse for any trace of BC they might be able to use. “I just fucked some random stranger for no reason then snapped his neck like it was nothing when I came!”
“Kinky,” Mel said. “But, I guess it did the trick.”
The sound of boots echoed down the hall.
“Here they come!” Mel called out stepping away from the door. “I hope you have a plan beyond getting your homicidal jollies off!”
Beth looked down at the dead man and kicked his face in frustration. Teeth shattered and clattered to the floor. Beth grinned and picked up the teeth, seeing the glint of BC fillings. “Let's hear it for bad hygiene.”
“What are you going to do with those?” Melissa asked, looking at the six molars in Beth's hands, watching the BC melt from them and reform.
The door burst open and Beth flung the BC at the first two guards that came through, mentally directing the metal at a velocity that defied physics. The BC became fully formed slugs and ripped through each man's left eye and exploded out the backs of their heads then redirected and shot through the next two men behind them and the next two behind them and the next two and the next two and the next two until all that filled the hallway was corpse after corpse.
Melissa stared at Beth in awe. “Who the holy fuck are you, freak?”
“Don't call me freak,” Beth answered, not looking at Melissa as she stepped over the corpses and out into the brightness of the hallway.
Chapter Eighteen
Alexander watched the holo as Dr. Stilig and his assistant removed piece after piece of Heather's body while she screamed in agony. He couldn't help but feel a bit of pride at the fact that no matter what they did to her, she never begged for mercy or asked them to stop.
In turn, Mr. Brown Eyes watched Alex's face, trying to gauge whether or not the torture of his estranged wife was having any effect. He quickly came to a conclusion. “Turn it off. She just keeps growing the parts back. It's not like they can really have any effect on her.”
The holo disappeared and the prince was forced to focus on the three men, his sister and Zverev.
“So? What now?” Alexander asked, leaning back in his chair. “You start in on Mel?” He smiled. “Don't you get it? I don't give a shit about anyone but myself. And even that is stretching it.”
“Should I begin to cut Mr. Gelts, Your Highness?” Zverev asked. “Maybe seeing it in person will motivate the prince.”
“Don't bother,” Alexander responded. “Listen, this could go on forever. How about we strike a deal?”
“No deals,” the Empress snapped. “Your deals are fraught with pitfalls and loopholes. I know you too well, Alexander.”
“But I think you'll like this deal,” the prince said, his smile widening. “Plus, I don't think it’s entirely your say anymore, is it?” Alexander turned to the three men. “How about you boys? You up for a little bargaining?”
“We will listen, but make no promises,” Mr. Continental replied. “Go ahead.”
“I will give you the design to the BTT and you let us all go,” Alexander said. “No way to build loopholes into that deal.”
“You'll give us the design right now?” Mr. Plain asked with great suspicion. “First, how do we know the design you give us will work? Second, why would you do that now, when we can just kill you once we have the design? Third, what can you possibly gain by giving us the plans willfully? What's the change of heart?”
“No change of heart. I'm just bored.”
“Well, that rings true,” Natalya laughed. “God forbid Alexander get bored!”
“It works like this: you jack me into whatever you want and I'll mentally upload the design. You can study the design to see if it is what you are looking for. Once you know I haven't screwed you, you let me and everyone else go.”
“The catch?” Mr. Brown Eyes asked.
“No catch. Except you can't fly the thing without the right pilot,” Alexander said.
“Then the cowboy stays!” Natalya barked.
“That's not really an option since he's already escaped. No, what I mean is that once I am away, I'll send you the code that will unlock the design for the console interface. You don't really need the code, since I'm sure you can have a Tech figure it out in a few weeks, but I know you are all on a deadline here and assuring our safety is the only way you get the code right away.” Alexander stood up and Zverev moved forward. “Don't worry, Zev, I'm not doing anything, just need to pee. I'll let you think about it while I'm relieving myself.”
The Empress nodded and Zverev tapped at his com, calling an escort into the conference room.
“You're getting what you want. Don't be fools and throw it all away because you want me dead, Nat,” Alex said as he was led fro
m the conference room.
The door closed behind Alex and he glanced over at the two guards leading him towards the closest lavatory. “Do I know you men?”
“No, Your Highness,” one answered. “We are new since you last visited.”
“Married? Children?”
“No, sir,” the other answered.
“Good,” the prince said. “Makes this easier.” Alexander spun about, jamming both fists into the guards' throats, crushing their windpipes. “Sorry it had to be so painful. But, look on the bright side, you'll be dead in minutes from lack of air and then you won't care.”
The prince took both guards' sidearms and began to run away quickly down the hall. “Sorry Gelts,” he said with a glance back at the receding conference room door. As he ran, he bit down hard on his far back right molar again and again until it cracked. “You better be fucking listening, Styles.”
***
“There he is,” Styles smiled.
“Who? Where?” Billy asked, looking out the windshield of the aircraft. “I don't see shit.”
“Al. He just activated his emergency locator,” Styles said as the BTT banked hard and accelerated. “He must have found a way out and now he's calling for a ride.”
“What about the others? Heather and the girls?”
“Fuck if I know,” Styles replied. “We'll find out when we get there.”
***
The Empress began to pace. “Where are they?”
“He must have had to do more than pee,” Zverev answered, but his tone belied that even he didn't believe that. “I will send a man to check.”
“He's long gone,” Gelts said and all eyes turned on him. “Like I said, I really don't know why any of you thought he'd give a shit about me.”
“He does care for the women, though,” Mr. Plain said. “He'll try to rescue them.”
“Find him! I want his head on...” the Empress stopped as she saw the look on Zverev's face. “What is it? What has happened?”
Zverev listened to the report coming in over his com and activated the Shop's security holos. Everyone in the room gasped.
“Can I at least get a quick bullet to the brain?” Gelts asked. “I mean, come on, you’ve been dragging this out long enough.”
Zverev pulled his sidearm and fired, blowing Gelts’s brains out the back of his head and splattering the wall behind.
“Dammit, Zverev!” the Empress yelled. “That wallpaper is irreplaceable!”
Zverev wasn't listening as he began to bark orders into his com and rushed from the room.
“The Americans. They are like evil little cockroaches,” Mr. Continental said. “You try to kill them and try to kill them and there is always one left that spreads its disease.”
The men and the Empress watched in shock at the image of Beth, with Melissa in tow, brutally cutting down the Shop guards.
***
“Keep behind me!” Beth shouted as she focused on the BC in the Shop’s walls, pulling it out with a thought, forming it with her mind and whipping it out in long, sharp filaments towards the oncoming guards.
Body parts flew everywhere as the BC line sliced through limbs, heads and torsos, splattering the walls with red and making the floor a slick, but sticky, mess.
“How are you doing that?” Melissa yelled staying close to Beth’s back as the BC sliced and diced.
“I don’t know!” Beth replied. “But it feels good!”
Melissa grabbed up some of the fallen BC and concentrated on reforming it. Her head began to hurt as she focused on a design she had been thinking of for a while. It took a few moments, moments in which the body count grew and she had to pay attention to where she was walking, lest she stumble on a stray forearm or head, but she finally worked the BC into what she wanted.
She smiled as the biochrome swirled about her hands, her wrists and up her arms, stretching across her back and creating a support structure for the twenty-four inch long blades that extended from each arm.
“Let me take a shot!” Melissa yelled, taking point. “I need to let off some steam too! Not all of us got laid today!”
“Hey!” Beth shouted. “It’s not like I really had control over that. It just sort of happened!”
“I’m sure that’s a story you’ll tell yourself for the rest of your life,” Melissa laughed, rolling under a swipe from a guard and slicing his belly open, letting his intestines rush forth onto the floor. “But whatever, if your pussy gets us out of here then yay for your pussy!”
Melissa spun the blades in front of her, blocking the oncoming barrage of bullets that the squad of guards let loose from down the hall. What slugs did get past her, Beth was able to pick off.
“Start using more of your designs! Don’t think, just let the BC flow!” Beth shouted as she skewered five guards in a row, ripping them in half as the BC was yanked up through their torsos and out the necks. The resulting spray of blood was nearly comical if it hadn’t been for the choked off screams of agony.
“Look who’s all expert and shit!” Melissa mocked trying to concentrate on the fight while letting the Ghost in her take over the melding of BC to her body. She felt the weight as Beth directed stream after stream of BC to her, letting it wrap her legs, her waist, her midsection, her chest and up around her neck and head. For a moment, Melissa thought she’d made a mistake and was going to suffocate, but in a split second she could see perfectly and the weight of the BC disappeared as her design took shape.
“Amazing, Mel!” Beth called, watching the BC turn from raw form into a sleek, form fitting body suit of metallic black and grey. Bullets bounced off Melissa harmlessly, although their force made her stumble more than once until she got used to the impact.
“I don’t think I’ll even have bruises!” Melissa shouted, then pointed down the hallway. “Holy Shit! Artillery!”
Beth watched three guards brace themselves and launch a series of RPGs at their position. A wall of BC flowed from the ground and blocked the projectiles, but the ensuing shock wave sent both girls sprawling.
“This way,” Melissa said, shaking her head, trying to clear the ringing. She grabbed Beth, who was having a hard time focusing, and yanked her to her feet, sprinting towards an open side door in the hall.
The two girls slammed the door shut and Beth set to work bracing it against the oncoming attack.
“Shit!” Melissa swore as she looked about the small supply room they had chosen. “Looks like we’re going up through the air system.”
Beth glanced at the ceiling and smiled. “No, I don’t think so.” She concentrated her energy and focused on all the BC around her until she isolated the air ducts themselves. Centering her hands in front of her chest, she took a deep breath then let her arms fall to her sides. The ceiling exploded and the duct work fell to the floor in a shower of plaster and metal. Beth concentrated harder and the entire duct work collapsed, ripping through not only the ceiling but the walls it was over, shredding its way from room to room, creating a narrow path for Melissa and Beth to follow.
“We need to hurry,” Beth said, pulling Melissa along through the jagged gap in the wall into an adjoining room and through the next gap in that room’s wall. “They’ll catch on soon enough, if they haven’t caught us on holo already!”
Melissa had to laugh to herself. If she had thought this was how the day would turn out when she first helped Beth pick out a riding outfit, she would have called herself crazy.
***
Brian was finding it hard to breathe. The emotions, the adrenaline surges running through him, were overwhelming, not so much because of their intensity, but because they weren’t his. Unlike the last time he had helped the girl, the other consciousness, where he was in semi-control, this time the control seemed to have been taken from him. The girl was working on her own and he was just a passenger, just there to observe and give a nudge if she needed it, which as the battle and violence wore on, she needed less and less.
“She’s getting it, isn�
�t she Brian?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” Brian answered reluctantly. “What does that mean for me?”
“You don’t need to worry about that…yet,” the woman answered and Brian swore he heard a note of regret. “Neither of us needs to worry right now.”
Brian focused on the girl’s actions, her thoughts and movements. “She’s incredible,” he said. “I didn’t know Ghosts could do what she is doing.”
“They can’t, Brian. She isn’t a Ghost,” the woman answered and Brian heard the distinct sound of a blade being pulled from a sheath. “She is something new. She is the future.”
The pain was excruciating as the blade sliced into his side, nicking a rib.
“WHY?!?” he cried out.
“Because it’s the only way to keep you focused and not get us lost,” the woman said, her breathing growing harsh and ragged as she stabbed him again. “We can’t get lost, Brian. Not yet.”
Chapter Nineteen
“How close are you?” Alexander shouted.
“We’re right above you!” Styles called back over the com. “Stay put and I’ll drop the cage!”
Alex looked up into the twilight sky and waited for the cage to appear. In seconds a hole opened meters above and a BC cage quickly descended. Once next to him, he yanked open the door and stepped inside. “Bring me up!”
The cage lifted, but not before a contingent of guards spotted him and opened fire. Alex ducked down, trying to make himself as small a target as possible, but he felt one then two, three, four slugs rip into his legs and back. He cried out as the cage was sucked up into the BTT and the hole closed below, the sound of gunfire nearly muted completely.
“Jesus, Al! You’re bleeding like a fucking stuck pig!” Billy yelled, helping the prince from the cage.
“Yeah…bullets…will do that,” Alex struggled to say before collapsing into Billy’s arms.
“Styles!” Billy yelled. “Al’s hurt bad! I’ll do what I can, but we need to find Heather and the girls and get the fuck out of here!”
“That’s always been the plan!” Styles shouted back over the com. “I’ve got every sensor this thing has searching for them, but I’m coming up blank!”