Sunday 8 March 2015

The Legacy of O.U.T.L.A.W.S. No. 7 The Hunters Become The Hunted

The League of Hunters' Soldier stationed by the door to The Canteen couldn't believe what he was seeing. First, smoke erupted in the enclosed space of the corridor leading to The Canteen. Then a flash of blue followed by a cold feeling in his chest.

"Tidal," whispered Fam, cleaning Aiylier with a word as the Soldier collapsed. She glanced at Gedrick who was reloading Smokespitter. He nodded and Fam opened the door to The Canteen. Gedrick fired Smokespitter and the room went the same way as the corridor leading to it.
Just before the smoke covered the first two soldiers sitting in the room, Fam threw Aiylier and Daiylier. Fam ran forward and grabbed them, cleaning them in the same fashion as before. Two bullets of Fire flew over her head and hit another two Soldiers who had been readying their weapons.
The water nymph reached the door to The Armoury and glanced round at Gedrick again, waiting for his signal to continue. He nodded and Fam pushed open the door.
A bullet shot over her head and the team were met with about twenty heavily armed Soldiers, all aiming various weapons at their heads.
"Hit the ground!" yelled Fam, diving for cover as the Soldiers opened fire.
INFOS flew forward and transformed again, this time into a wall like shape. He covered the door and took the bullets.
"I can't take this for long!... so hurry up..." INFOS's voice crackled with static.
Gedrick dived down and shot six shots of smoke into The Armoury.
"Go!" shouted Fam, sliding under INFOS and into The Armoury, followed by Gedrick and Orpos.
"INFOS, they can't see! Get rid of the smoke!" shouted Exalndria.
INFOS, transformed into his disk form and flew around the room, blowing the smoke out of the room. When the smoke cleared, Exalndria was greeted with the sight of her three friends caught in a battle for their very lives.
"Exalndria, run!" cried Fam, dueling with three Soldiers at once.
"But I can help you!" shouted the lexarch, running into the room.
"No you can't!" barked Orpos, grabbing a Soldier by the shoulders and throwing him, "You need to get to Jared!"
"But what about you?"
"We'll be fine," replied Gedrick, Smokespitter firing in overload "Finish the mission."
Exalndria nodded, and ran through The Armoury and was about to turn towards The Map Room. Suddenly, she changed direction and headed towards The Vault instead. She had no idea why she did this, only that it was the direction that she needed to go. She put on a Flame Glove, which she had stored in her backpack, and melted through the lock, opening The Vault.
"Come here..." a voice came from a small room on the right. Exalndria walked towards it, enthralled. She melted through another lock and arrived in a tiny little room full of boxes.
"Closer..."
The lexarch crept towards the box straight ahead, on the highest row.
"I'm here..."
She reached up and retrieved the box.
"Open it..."
She flicked open the lock and opened the box. Inside was a plain looking, black, key.
"Pick me up..."
Exalndria reached for the key. As soon as she touched it, she felt a pain like lightning strike through her brain. Images, sounds, memories that weren't hers flashed through her mind.
"You are mine now..."
Exalndria was being overwhelmed by the chaos of these memories. She felt herself nod but didn't remember nodding. It was as if she was watching herself through a cloud. Then a light began to shine from the depths of her being.
"Not yet, I'm not," she murmured, pocketing the key.
"Perhaps, but you are dead," said a different voice from behind her.
Exalndria just had time to turn around and quickly glance over Jared Kyko, leader of The League of Hunters, before Orpos dived between them. A single bullet headed towards him...

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