Amy ran over the bodies. Her mind couldn’t figure out if this was a terrorist attack or something else. She ran down the hospital hallway, trying to make it to an elevator. She had to escape from two Death Row Infantry-men who tried to grab her and the little boy.
Amy discovered that her body could do amazing things. Her morning jogs and her daily exercise routines on her Peloton bike off. Also, her UFC training helped her.
One soldier reached to grab Amy, and she leaped into the air, using her knee to knock the man out of her way. The second soldier who tried to grab Amy fell to the floor with a broken nose. Amy did her fighting while still holding the little boy in one arm. She made sure that her precious cargo was nice and secure while continuing to fight her way toward the elevator. One soldier after the next would get knocked down by Amy’s fist or her foot.
Amy released all her wrath on one Death Row Infantry-man. She knocked off the soldier’s helmet and
Lukas screamed while covering his face. He thought he was about to get shot in his head. But when he peeked through his fingers, he saw the Death Row Infantry-man getting his gun knocked out of his hand by his female partner. Lukas watched as the Death Row Infantry-woman knocked the gun out of her partner’s hand before ramming her knife as hard as she could into the man’s torso. The little boy flinched when the Infantry-man dropped to his knees while coughing up blood. After the Infantry-woman gutted her partner with the knife, she quickly removed the man’s helmet, pulled out her gun, and blew him away. A few drops of the Infantry-man’s blood splattered on Lukas’ face. The little boy had never seen someone get shot in the face in real life. He only saw people getting shot in movies. Lukas still shielded himself from the Death Row Infantry-woman, even though she saved his life. He put his hands up to protect himself when the Infantry-woman kneeled in front of
Amy laughed when her dad made fun of himself after noticing ketchup and mustard decorating his shirt. Amy’s father had a talent for making her and her sister laugh. She thought about how her dad did a spot-on Snoop Dogg impersonation and had his daughters losing their stuff laughing. Growing up, Amy always saw her father as her hero. He had a tough but gentle persona. Most of his nurturing personality traits got passed on to Amy. She thought about how her father would wear his Nike cap backward and would sport his tattoos beneath his muscle shirts. She loved that her father’s favorite movie was Straight Outta Compton, and that she had to keep reminding her dad that the young man portraying Ice Cube was actually Ice Cube's son. Amy always considered her father to be an extremely handsome, but rugged, version of her favorite action movie hero, Jean-Claude Van Damme if Jean-Claude Van Damme was Korean. Amy would tease her father, calling him her Van Damme Papa Bear, which he hated.
Olivia had to make it to the pulse car because it was the only way to escape from the facility. The pulse car was how Olivia, Lukas, and the Death Row Infantry-man she killed arrived at the space station. Walking down a dark space station tunnel that seemed like it would never end had a haunting effect. Olivia felt like she was walking the length of a football field. Lukas looked around the dark tunnel, remembering how scared he would get whenever a power outage would occur at his home. The child remembered experiencing a power outage when a group of Death Row Infantry-men broke into his home and abducted him, his father, and his mother. There was something unnatural about the darkness in the tunnel. It was a darkness that looked like it wanted to reach out and grab you. Olivia felt like the darkness was watching her and Lukas. “F#ck this,” Olivia murmured under her breath while reaching for a foldable flashlight attached to her uniform. Grabbing the flashlig
It took a second for Amy to run around the car toward the driver’s side. Before getting in the car, Amy looked around one last time. It was a mistake. When Amy opened the driver’s side door and looked around, that’s when she spotted the him. She saw him standing on the hood of a parked car, watching her. Her body almost became paralyzed when she saw the hitman standing from a distance on the roof of the car like a statue. She knew Paul could see her from fifty feet away. He was looking dead at her. The killer’s pristine black suit glistened beneath the parking garage’s lights. Amy got into the car, slamming the door and locking it. Her heart pounded against her throat. She knew Paul would make it up to the car in a few minutes, and she knew she would lose Azad if the assassin made it to the car in time. Amy pushed the car’s ignition start button while fidgeting with her necklace. When Amy turned the car on, the voice of a young man rapping emerged from the ca
Olivia stopped and turned to see what was chasing her. It was a big mistake. When Olivia turned around, she almost dropped her flashlight. Lukas screamed when he saw the man running toward him and Olivia. The man was naked, dirty, and covered in blood. But what caught Olivia’s eye was the naked man’s damaged skull and upper body. A large fragment of his skull was missing. Olivia spun back around, taking out running at full speed. She didn’t care if the naked man was human or if he was something else. All Olivia cared about was protecting Lukas and making it to the leveler before the man could catch her. He drew closer while moaning like a wounded ape. Lukas held on tight to Olivia. He never took his eyes off the shadowy distant outline of the naked man. The man chased after them, moving like a toddler learning how to walk. “Please help meeeee!” The man’s distorted voice moaned through his words like a night wind rustling through a forest. “Pleeease!”
Amy could barely raise her voice, and she couldn’t see where Azad was. She gasped and sobbed while listening to Azad cry out to her. Amy wanted to move her body when she could feel the Death Row Infantry-man pressing his knee into her back. Her body shivered from feeling the Infantry-man’s hand grabbing her butt and rubbing up and down the back of her thigh. The Infantry-man enjoyed himself exponentially. He was on top of Amy and he pinned her arms against her back with his knee grinding into her spine. The soldier’s large, sweaty hand tried to creep its way up between her inner thighs. Now was not a good time to have temporary paralysis. Amy couldn’t move her body, so her mind tried to go to another place. She thought about something pleasant, like her husband. She tried to imagine that it was her husband sliding his hand up between her legs toward her vagina and not a Death Row soldier. Amy could see the other Infantry-men standing over her and laughing at
When the creature squawked and clicked at Olivia, she felt the creature knew her plan to escape, and it didn’t like it. Olivia swallowed her tongue while forcing herself to move her hand toward the lever again. Her heart still pounded in her throat. Olivia felt like her heart was going to pop out of her chest. She thought the Boneseeker Man could hear her pounding heart and was probably annoyed by it. Thoughts in her head told her to be perfectly still, while conflicting thoughts told her to make a move or die. Lukas stared straight ahead at the Boneseeker Man. The child remembered his mother telling him about the Devil and how he was a hideous monster that feasted on souls. Lukas thought he was seeing the Devil for the first time. The Boneseeker Man’s eight legs looked like giant spiked tentacles. Olivia’s mind went blank when she watched the Boneseeker Man wrap its massive slimy claws around the steel bars on the leveler’s door. Olivi
Amy immediately laid the machine gun down on the wet pavement. She felt miserable and powerless again while staring into the eyes of the hitman. “You broke my nose,” Paul chuckled while pointing up at his face and walking closer toward Amy. “No one has ever broken my nose. You have my respect.” Paul gave Amy his signature devilish grin. It was the same grin he gave her in the hospital room after she witnessed him cut her father’s throat before she passed out. Amy swallowed a few times while trying not to break eye contact with Paul. “P-please don’t harm my son. Don’t hurt my baby,” Amy stuttered. She had a mental lapse and saw Omar in the hitman’s arms. Amy closed her eyes after the brief hallucination clouded her thinking. “Are you okay, Mommy?” Omar’s sweet voice kissed Amy, but she knew it wasn’t real. “Yes, baby. Mommy’s fine,” Amy answered softly before realizing her son’s voice was a hallucinatory manifestation. A few tear
Amy didn’t realize that she was moving her high heel sandals closer to the door. Her feet made subtle movements and every time she’d take a deep breath, her feet would slide closer to the exit. “I created an evil drug lord, masking herself as a CEO. Irena Jenkins was my creation. Did you like her name, Princess Death Row? I thought it would be clever to give you an evil twin who was a drug dealer. I also created monsters inside the game like the albino shape-shifting people who I called the Orexecons and the Boneseeker Men.” The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment. Amy’s back was close to the door. She had both of her hands guarding her baby bump. Something was wrong, and Amy could sense it. “I put myself in the game. Did you know that?” The gunman raised his eyebrows while smirking. “My character inside the game was a transgender hitman who had a female personality named Ch
The gunman awoke from his trance when the hospital room’s door opened. His dead eyes brightened when he saw Amy step into the room, with Agent Jane and Agent Vernon behind her. “I knew you’d win the game! My God, you’re so beautiful! I wish I could make you my wife!” The gunman spoke to Amy with a twisted zeal in his deep voice. His lustful eyes scanned the pregnant mother’s body from head to toe. Amy didn’t speak to the gunman. She stood at a safe distance from him while protectively keeping her hands over her belly. When Amy walked into the room, her inner voice told her it was a bad idea. The ignited flame grew brighter when Amy looked around and saw Agent Drake and Agent James. She placed her hand over her mouth after walking up to Agent James and seeing the damage to his face. “I know it looks bad, but I’ll be fine.” Agent James told Amy. He watched as she gazed up at him with a burning concern in her eyes. Amy bit her bottom lip a
Amy approached Jamal and his mom. Rashonda was sitting on the hospital bed, holding her three-year-old son in her lap. The young woman slowly lifted her watery eyes to see Amy standing in front of her. “Hi, I’m that pregnant lady who everybody keeps telling you about,” Amy told Rashonda through a suppressed giggle. She stood still in front of Rashonda, wanting to embrace the mother. Amy watched as Rashonda’s eyes brightened and she almost fell over when Rashonda leaped up from the bed and hugged her. “Thank you,” Rashonda whispered to Amy through her tears. She wanted to hug Amy tighter, but she couldn’t do that with her son in her arms. “He’s beautiful,” Amy said, resting her gaze on Jamal, who was looking back up at her through his angelic, curious eyes. “Hi, beautiful.” Amy cooed at the little boy when he smiled up at her. “Hi.” Jamal waved his little hand at Amy with his other hand stuck in his mouth. “I saw you earl
FBI Agent Hernandez tried to wake Amy when he heard loud beeping emitting from the virtual reality goggles on her face. The agent jumped back, and he almost fell on his butt when Amy leaped forward suddenly. The young man tried to calm Amy down when she swung her fists at him and started screaming. Agent Hernandez grabbed Amy, keeping her in a tight embrace with one arm while ripping off her VR goggles. Agent Hernandez wasn’t the only one inside the hospital room. There were four nurses inside the room, surrounding Amy. Amy struck one nurse in her face when she tried to grab her. She stood inside a laser square that was right next to her hospital bed. The red laser square was a proximity indicator for the video game, and no one could step inside the proximity indicator while Amy played the game. Amy wore a flesh-colored ventilated haptic feedback suit beneath her low-cut denim dress. The skin-tight suit didn’t feel uncomfortable beneath Amy’s d
Amy felt confident that she and Omar would make it out of the armored truck alive. There was a quiet moment inside the armored truck. Amy smiled when Omar kissed her on the tip of her chin. She kissed her child back on his nose and she wanted to keep gazing down into Omar’s eyes, but she had to keep her eyes on the road. She activated the armored truck’s horn when she saw another car getting ready to pull in front of her. Luckily, the motorist heard the truck’s horn, and they stayed in their lane. “Hey mama, are we gonna make it out of the truck in time before the bomb detonates?” Omar asked with a slight essence of worry in his voice. “I think everything is going to be okay. I know this sounds crazy, but your mommy feels exhilarated. She’s gonna protect you, even if the bomb detonates while we’re still in here.” Amy spoke to her son with a strong faith in her words. She knew protecting her child from an explosion would be impossible. But Amy b
2Pac kissed Amy all over her neck and down her chest. He had his hands massaging her hips and her slender waist. Amy didn’t know that the reason the cyborg showed an attraction toward her is that she looked identical to his master, Irena. Irena programmed 2Pac to show affection toward his creator. In 2Pac’s mind, since Amy looked like Irena, his cyber neuro inputs told him he was making love to his master. Amy became thunderstruck when 2pac slid his chrome silver lips down near her cleavage. She was lost, but she continued to play along with 2Pac and she stroked her fingers across the mechanical man’s smooth, metallic bald head. Amy feared 2Pac would undress her in front of her child. She had to stop him. While caressing 2Pac’s head, Amy looked over at her son, who sat on the floor with confusion in his little bright eyes. Omar was scared for his mom. He wanted to help her. The little boy was smart and he could see what 2Pac was doing to his mo
Amy stopped shooting up at 2Pac when she could see that her bullets were useless. It diminished her hope to see bullets ricocheting off of 2Pac’s neck and chest. Frustrated, Amy leaped from the floor, using the handle of her gun to strike 2Pac in the face. She struck the metal man a few times in his forehead and jaw, not even making a dent in his hyper-alloy skin. Instead of knocking 2Pac off his feet, 2Pac grabbed Amy by her throat, knocking her to the ground instead. Amy had to deal with the fact that she wasn’t fighting a man who was human. Punching and kicking on 2Pac felt like hitting on an army tank with arms and legs. Amy had to fight past the throbbing sensation in her hands and feet. She had to fight past the pain that 2Pac was delivering to her body. She screamed when 2Pac kneeled over her, wrapping his large, dead cold, gunmetal fingers around her throat. Amy listened as her little boy shouted at 2Pac. She couldn’t break free from 2Pac, who was pin
Amy brought her Camaro to a drive-by crawl in mid-air. She brought the muscle car’s thrusters closer to the highway to see if she could get near the armored truck’s rooftop. Amy’s next move was gutsy. “Okay Babe, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna jump on the roof of the truck, and I need you to keep the car steady for me. You think you can do that?” Amy asked her husband while unfastening her seatbelt. Bryan nodded with a question mark on his face. “You’re gonna jump down on the truck while it’s moving?” Bryan wanted to make sure he understood what his wife was intending to do. When the realization dawned on him, he almost objected to his wife jumping out of the car, but he gained control of his anxiety. Bryan watched as his wife brought the Camaro down close to the armored truck’s roof. “I know what I’m about to do is dangerous, but I have to do this. It’s the only way I can save our baby,” Amy told her husband while rubbing her sweaty palms across her lap
The gunman’s hands were shackled behind his back. He sat with his back arched in a hardwood chair. There were shackles on the gunman’s legs and he loved moving his feet around and rattling the leg shackles, which annoyed Agent James. “Hey knock it off, big guy! Be still!” Agent James scolded the gunman with a visceral disgust in his eyes. Agent James still had a throbbing in his head, and other parts of his body ached from the fight he had with the gunman. The veteran FBI agent had to hold an ice pack against his swollen cheek where the gunman punched him. Agent James also had a bandage over his nose, making it hard for him to breathe. Agent Martinez held her gun in her lap while sitting in a chair near the room’s door. The woman wished she were at home with her husband and her sons. She didn’t want to look at the gunman after what he did. Agent Martinez wanted to get as far away from the terrorist as possible. The hairs on her neck stiffened when she looked up to se