The First: EVO Uprising

by Kipjo Ewers

  Lady Tech answered his challenge pushing the accelerator; gunning the Warthog straight for him.

  “What the hell are you doing?” yelled Abe.

  “Este hijo de puta quiere jugar pollo conmigo?” she snarled. “Then let’s go.”

  Rogers and Adrian glanced at each other. Heavy Element transformed to metal form while Abe braced himself.

  “Get ready girls!” Erica screamed.

  Jennifer and Angie simultaneously coiled their legs waiting for the point of impact. The Draugr launched his massive half-ton frame into the air. His intention was clearly to cut the Warthog wide open.

  Angie and Jennifer leaped the same time he went airborne, but in opposite directions, away from him and the vehicle.

  “Time to get FUBARed,” Lady Tech sneered.

  Upon her command, various compartments of the Warthog opened up revealing various anti-air missiles. She unleashed them all at the Draugr who had no time to cover up. The series of explosions consumed him, the vehicle, and anything within range of the blast. A roaring Draugr still with a grip on his sword was once again hurled like a meteorite back onto the beach. The Warthog battered and smoking with cosmetic damage survived the explosion.

  “You guys alright?” exhaled Erica.

  “Oh, yeah,” nodded Adrian. “I feel like I just came out of a Michael Bay movie, but I’m good.”

  “Go get him girls,” Lady Tech commanded.

  Angie and Jennifer bolted going into full combat mode hunting the Draugr. The near unstoppable goliath rose to his feet again wafting with smoke. His wounds also superficial, healed instantaneously as his armor told the tale of the hell he endured. White smoke blew from the vents in his helmet as he turned to begin mortal combat anew. He would not have to wait for it as Angie tearing down the beach kicking up sand fired salvos of plasma rounds hitting vital parts of his body that should have proven fatal. He weathered the storm of barrages and broke into a run for another game of chicken between himself and the cannon toting android.

  During his berserker charge, he could not see Jennifer hidden as she ran behind her sister. With their battle plan synced, Angie hit the brakes sliding across the sand while firing two rounds kneecapping the behemoth in his left leg. As he crashed and burned face first into the sand, Jennifer using her sister’s back as a springboard propelled herself into the air, and came down sinking both her dark metal forged swords into his back. He roared furiously fighting to stand on his good knee while his bad one healed. Jennifer still on his back, set up to attempt a decapitation, but the big man tumble rolled forward forcing her to leap off his back so she would not be crushed.

  The rear hatch to the Warthog opened up allowing Heavy Element and a rifle toting Rogers to exit the vehicle.

  “I’ll be with you guys in a minute once I suit up,” radioed Erica.

  “Roger that,” answered Abe before turning to Adrian. “Let’s go have some fun.”

  The two broke into a sprint heading toward the Draugr and battle.

  “Sir,” asked Heavy Element running side by side with him, “ever play ball in school?”

  “Call me Sarge,” returned Abe. “Center field in high school and QB in college and Marine Corps. I assume this has to do with a plan.”

  “Yeah,” he nodded, “it’s called a fastball special.”

  “Never heard of it.” Rogers shook his head.

  “Stop, and I’ll show you.” Adrian halted several yards from the battle.

  The Sarge stopped as well wondering what his metal teammate was up to.

  “Hold your hand out palm up,” Heavy Element instructed. “Bring your arm down lower.”

  Adrian holding onto the Rogers’ shoulder hopped with both feet into the palm of his hand.

  “I take it that I just aim and throw,” confirmed Rogers.

  “That’s the plan.” Adrian stooped down readying himself.

  “You sure about this?” asked Abe.

  “No,” Heavy Element shook his head, “but let’s do this anyway.”

  The Sarge took a Colin Kaepernick stance, and hurled him with the force of a patriot missile at the Draugr. The mad Viking finally got the upper hand on the android sisters destroying one of Angie’s guns with a slice of his sword. The internal power source detonated in her hand badly damaging it while knocking her to the sand. The Draugr pounced on her before she could recover driving a boot into her chest. The softness of the sand and her extra dense form was the only thing that kept him from breaking her like an egg.

  He raised his sword to drive it through her skull just as Jennifer rushed to attempt to save her sister.

  Adrian got there first with a roaring thunderous right caving in the side of his helmet. It also turned slightly inhibiting his vision. He landed tumbling rolling on the sand.

  Jennifer dashed behind him letting both her swords fly as she sliced the back of his left leg and calf open. He roared again in pain and frustration as he stumbled forward giving Angie the opening to roll out of the way.

  Everyone scattered from the vicinity of the Draugr as a now-airborne Lady Tech in the S.A.M armor powered up and fired an ion blast from her main chest cannon. It torn through the air hitting him dead center in the face and upper chest; the Draugr fell backwards sending sand spraying everywhere. Adrian on his feet waved away the stench of burning flesh emitting from him.

  “Well that was easy!” he yelled to his teammates.

  Lady Tech touched down next to Rogers getting into a combat stance.

  “It’s not over,” she reported.

  Insane cackling confirmed what her readings revealed. The Draugr sat up and rose to his feet as if the team did not lay a scratch on him. He grabbed his sword and ripped off his helmet tossing it away revealing the inhuman demonic insanity in his eyes.

  Heavy Element rolled his eyes in disgust.

  “I am the Draugr, you cunts!” he howled raising his sword. “Satan’s champion and eternal enemy of God! You can not kill me!”

  His sinister rant was answered with an high-powered plasma round to the face sending him reeling and roaring with pain. His mouth frothed over with saliva as his hand hovered over the now tender side of his face that was blistered from the scorching heat.

  “Give us a minute!” yelled back the Sarge brandishing the smoking rifle. “We’ll think of something!”

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  Back in Washington, Sophia’s initial plan of attack was not fairing too well. A recovered Peace had found her rhythm fighting back just as viciously as she was. She began to realize that this battle would not be as easy as their first one seven years ago.

  Back then, Sophia overwhelmed her with sheer brute strength and speed. The skill she also displayed was just the icing on the cake.

  Though she was fighting on par with her, Peace’s strength and speed were slightly higher than hers were, and she was a trained combatant forged from the pits of the D.E.A.D. project.

  Fighting and killing came as natural to her as breathing and eating.

  Although Sophia possessed a well of fighting techniques to pull from, Peace had true combat experience, which made her realize that up till now she was a champion that had never really been tested.

  Sophia found an opening through the barrages of punches and kicks delivering a simultaneous legsweep and front punch to Peace’s chest dropping her flat on her back. Peace responded by rolling and scissoring Sophia’s legs slamming her face first into the lawn of the Jefferson Memorial. She rolled again driving a backhand fist to the back of Sophia’s skull sinking her further into the dirty. Sophia rolled out of the way before she could hit another one creating a crater in the dirt with her fist.

  As she sprung back to her feet, Peace performed a Kip Up back to her vertical base. The two began to circle one another like lionesses preparing to fight over territory or a kill.

  “However way you and Mr. Stargate pulled off your little Houdini act,�
�� Peace seethed, “it doesn’t matter. After I kill you, him and everyone you ever loved and cared about is dead by my hands!”

  “You have to kill me first for that to happen you monster,” Sophia fired back, “and that’s not going to happen today!”

  “Tell me why, you misbegotten bitch!” Peace screamed. “Why do you continue to defend these blood sucking parasites who ass rape everything they touch, including your life?”

  “I swear by God the Father in Heaven, Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, and the Holy Spirit to keep according to my ability and my judgment. The following Oath and agreement,” she began to recite, “to consider dear to me, as my parents, him who taught me this art; to live in common with him and, if necessary, to share my goods with him. To look upon his children as my own brothers, to teach them this art; and that by my teaching, I will impart knowledge of this art to my own sons, and to my teacher’s sons, and to disciples bound by an indenture and oath according to the medical laws, and no others. I will prescribe regimens for the good of my patients according to my ability and my judgment and never do harm to anyone. I will give no deadly medicine to any one if asked, nor suggest any such counsel; and similarly I will not give a woman a pessary to cause an abortion. But I will preserve the purity of my life and my arts. I will not cut for stone, even for patients in whom the disease is manifest; I will leave this operation to be performed by practitioners, specialists in this art. In every house where I come I will enter only for the good of my patients, keeping myself far from all intentional ill-doing and all seduction and especially from the pleasures of love with women or men, be they free or slaves. All that may come to my knowledge in the exercise of my profession or in daily commerce with men, whom ought not to be spread abroad, I will keep secret and will never reveal. If I keep this oath faithfully, may I enjoy my life and practice my art, respected by all humanity and in all times; but if I swerve from it or violate it, may the reverse be my life.”

  “What the fuck did all that mean?” Peace sneered.

  “For your simple mind to comprehend,” she reared her teeth, “I took an oath as a doctor to save and preserve all life using all of my abilities. So there’s no way I plan on standing back and watch your enact mass genocide on the world. You’re going to have to go through me to do it!”

  A frustrated Peace emitted an inhuman animalistic roar similar to when Sophia resurrected from Mountain View seven years ago. She detonated from where she stood taking flight and crashing into Sophia going airborne. Through mid-flight, Sophia performed her own Judo Tomeo-nage or Circle throw in midair tossing her off of her.

  She came in at full speed throwing a powerful right; Peace sidestepped the punch grabbing her performing a Judo Uchi-mata Inner-thigh throw hurling her through a fifty-story building. Halfway through as Sophia slammed on the breaks to stop, Peace barreling through plowed into her bursting through the other side of the building putting her through two more. Exploding through the third building, they both broke free of one another crash landing into opposite sides of Pennsylvania Ave in Downtown Washington DC taking out cars, storefronts, and anything else unlucky enough to be in their path. Abandoned building number three, collapsed in on itself sending smoke and debris in opposite directions within a twelve-block radius.

  Sophia fought to her feet shaking off the cobwebs standing in the middle of a closed Radio Shack that she demolished with her crashing landing. Majority of Washington had apparently taken the hint after Peace’s televised speech and did not come to work which was lucky for them. She walked through the hole she created where those who did not take the hint ran screaming, biking, or driving to safety. She turned spying Peace through the heavy dust four blocks away already standing and glaring in her direction. She turned taking a deep breath knowing that she was not only in for the fight of her life but that the end could only have one outcome. With no more words to be spoken, the two most powerful EVOs on the planet launched themselves toward each other to begin battle anew.

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  On the other side of Washington DC, the Ghoul stood alone as the skies and streets lit up with battle once again after seven years between his teammates, Peace, Sophia, and the Egyptian.

  “Well this went all tits up!” he sneered.

  Before he could contemplate whether to join his teammates in fighting the Egyptian Warrior or save his own skin to live another day, his reflexes kicked in as the female speedster that rescued the President appeared again out of nowhere now brandishing twin swords of her own.

  With a swing she attempted to severe his head from his torso with one blow. He barely put his blades up which took the impact of the sword swipe. The force of her swing took him off his feet and slammed him into a parked Lincoln town car caving in the passenger door.

  He shrugged it off getting back to his feet while sizing up his new opponent.

  She stood am impressive six feet in height, her gray and silver bodysuit appeared as if it was a second layer of skin. The design looked like the body without skin revealing the muscle tissue underneath. Her matching high tech split toe shoes seemed as if they attached to her outfit. The only colorful thing about her attire was the blue, red, black, and silver Kabuki mask that covered her identity. Her raven dark hair neatly cornrowed into thin braids. The last thing he spied as they circled each other were her futuristic gunmetal gray ninjato style swords with Japanese caricatures etched into the blades. They looked heavy and capable of cutting through almost anything with a single swing.

  “And who might you be love?” He pointed his blade at her.

  “Your executioner,” she responded with a distorted voice, “but you can call me Shintobe.”

  “Never seen a bomb watcher as tall as you,” he spat back.

  “Oh that’s my Irish side,” she answered with a cutesy voice. “Guess what my other side is.”

  She twirled the sword in her right hand with insane speed producing a wind that he could feel as she prepared to end the small talk.

  “Before I dice you into sushi,” Ghoul snarled, “do tell to what do I owe this apparently personal invitation to combat?”

  “Lady Electrify was a good friend of mine.” Shintobe emitted bass in her voice. “You butchered her like a dog in the street. The only reason I didn’t get back in enough time to watch your entrails spill before you is because I was on the other side of the world killing scumbags like you. By the time I heard the news and got back, the Regulators already hauled you off to the deep dark hole you should have stayed in.”

  “So this is payback then?” He sarcastically stumbled around in shock. “I’ll have you know your little friend bawled and squealed like a stuffed pig as I did her in those dirty streets, and I enjoyed watching the light go out of her!”

  “Thank you,” she shot back.

  “Thank you for what, you cunt?” he roared.

  “Now I’m really going to enjoy killing you,” she calmly answered.

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  Back in Mount Vernon, Sister Shareef held a bloodied and pummeled Nachzehrer by the throat letting up to see if she surrendered before delivering her forty first punch.

  “You give up,” Shareef barked, “or do you want some more?”

  Nachzehrer answered her the same way she answered Heavy Element in Manhattan, by hocking blood laced spittle into her face.

  “Oh no, that nasty bitch didn’t!” someone yelled from their front porch.

  Before a disgusted Shareef could respond with another thunderous haymaker, Nachzehrer took the split second opportunity to wrench a fist full of dirt from the sidewalk grass hurling it into her face, blinding her.

  Nachzehrer followed up by backhanding her, knocking her off. A stunned Shareef tumbled rolled off the wreckage of the Focus. As she stumbled to her feet, Nachzehrer already up charged nailing her with a shoulder tackle to th
e gut. In one motion, she lifted her off her feet plowing her back first into a parked red Yukon, which slammed nose first into the back of a parked BMW. It continued to cause a chain reaction of crashes, while Nachzehrer with a handful of Sister Shareef’s locks slammed her skull repeatedly against the back of the caved in vehicle.

  Shareef went for a head-removing elbow to back her up and get some breathing room; a faster Nachzehrer ducked it locking her up. She lifted her into the air delivering a textbook wrestling back suplex drilling her head and shoulder first into the back of the SUV. Unlike the staged sport, she was unprepared for the savage bump taking the full force of the blow.

  An enraged Nachzehrer, refusing to give her breathing room, latched onto her right leg. Using a one armed swing, she hurled her into the skies of Mount Vernon.

  Her point of impact was the basketball court attached to the projects of Seventh and Eighth Avenue. Players and locals hanging out scattered screaming as Shareef took out one of the steel basketball hoops bring it down. She rolled to her hands and knee groaning.