Supremacy by Alan Kevin

Author:Alan, Kevin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-04-19T00:00:00+00:00

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Bruna dropped Otis to the floor and she and the four phantoms pounced. The burly-shaped figures moved with lightning speed. It almost seemed that they didn’t move at all. But rather, teleported. They each disappeared then reappeared in a completely different location. Frye dumped a load of ammo at them, but struck only the walls.

Bruna went for Bishop. She swung her red blade at him, her eyes aflame with the same red rage burning from her sword. Bishop dove aside, rolled, and fired his H&K. The bullets chopped into Bruna, dead on. But when they did, they slipped clean through. Not bouncing off of flesh, but gliding past, as if through air.

He exchanged the Gewehr for his EMW phaser pistol. He pointed the pistol at her face and squeezed the trigger. Nothing.

Bruna charged at him again. Hoisted her blade overhead, her ghastly face coiled into a grin, and swung downward. Bishop dodged. Another swipe came at him. He dodged again, hopping and skipping backwards. Until he hit what felt like a wall.

He reeled and looked up a one of the phantoms. Somehow, he’d run into it and didn’t pass through. Like his bullets through Bruna. The phantom’s knee came up and caught him under the chin. The blow sent him backflipping through the air and put him on his face on the other side of the room.

Meanwhile, office furniture continued to spin in a wild and windless whirlwind. Chair legs and table corners knocked into Bishop as he got back on his feet. Frye dumped stream after stream of white-hot lead at the teleporting figures. The phantoms dashed at him but always retracted at the last moment. As if the bullets were a danger to them only when they got close.

Bruna flashed close again and swung her blade. Bishop didn’t have time to react. He moved, but too late. The sword’s crimson edge sang through the air at his face.

Just then, there was a brilliant spark. He stumbled back. Yanan stood in front of him, her sword clashed with Bruna’s.

Bruna and Yanan somersaulted away from each other, zipped back, and clashed swords again. Red and white sparks sprayed each time the blades crossed.

Bishop sprinted through an opening amid the chaos of teleporting phantoms, gunfire, flying sparks, and airborne furniture. Or rather, lumbered awkwardly, due to the heavy slabs of lead weighing him down.

Otis sat still. Which made it easy for Bishop to spot him. But he would have hoped the kid had the common sense to run or find cover.

Bishop ducked a flying chair, dove, and slid on his chest across the floor towards Otis. Grabbed him by the arm and hoisted him to his feet. The boy was limp, like a ragdoll.

Bishop looked down and saw that Otis’s eyes were shut. His mouth was open and moving. He seemed to be talking, but no words came out. Bishop quickly realized what he was doing.

“This isn’t the time to chat it up with your psychic buddies. We’ve got to move,” Bishop shouted.

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