The Perfect Run
Chapter 30
“Do you want to be my friend?”
The plushie’s words echoed in the corridor, while Ryan found himself trapped between two monsters. On one side was a ruthless abomination against nature, and on the other, Frank the Mad. Psyshock remained in the background, carefully waiting for an opportunity.
The plushie and Frank locked gazes, two apex predators recognizing each other. The tension grew palpable, the rabbit throwing Pale Guy’s scalp away while Frank adopted a krav maga fighting stance. Eldritch whispering voices echoed through the hallway, promising sweet destruction to all living creatures.
“Behind me, Mr. Vice-President,” the giant told Psyshock, warily gazing at the rabbit. “It’s an Afghan hare.”
A tense silence stretched for several, agonizing seconds. No one was brave enough to take the first step. The plushie’s ears turned towards the Psycho ever so threateningly, while Frank’s fingers fidgeted. Ryan held his breath, knowing the following seconds would decide the fate of the entire run.
And then…
And then it started. The rabbit leaped forward, knife-claws extended, while Frank let out a bestial roar and charged. David versus Goliath. Robot versus robot. Man versus rabbit.
Of this epic battle…
Of this epic battle, nothing would be said, for Ryan ran away.
Realizing he would die if caught in the crossfire, the courier stopped time for ten seconds. He ran towards Frank, slid on the ground between the giant’s leg, and then quickly got back up and fled towards the other end of the hallway.
“I love you so much!” he heard from behind him.
And the clock was still stopped.
Unfortunately, the moment time resumed, Psyshock whipped Ryan in the torso with his tentacle arm from the ceiling, having attached himself to it like a spider waiting for his prey.
Thanks to the Rampage drug, Ryan didn’t ‘feel’ the pain, but he heard one of his ribs break under the strain. The blow propelled him further down the hallway, brightened by flashes of crimson light. The bunker trembled, as Frank frantically hit the ground and walls in a fruitless attempt to catch the rabbit.
“It seems you are quite the glass cannon, Cesare,” Psyshock mused, leaping with his wires and attempting to pin the courier to the ground. “You can dodge a thousand times, but you can only stumble so often.”
Ryan managed to roll over to dodge the attack, quickly getting back on his feet and running away. Psyshock pursued him, with the two demons remaining behind to fight.
Ryan eventually exited the hallway to enter another underground chamber, with lamps embedded in black panels all over the walls; blood had recently been spilled on the ground, leaving spots on the metal. Seven vats full of colored liquids, one for each Elixir, were lined up on a nearby wall. Linked to strange-looking machines, three of the containers held mutated animals; Ryan struggled to see them fully through the liquid but identified some strange hybrid of a lizard and dog the size of a Doberman in the violet tube. The laboratory had two other blast doors, one opened, one closed.
Psyshock’s tentacles launched themselves at Ryan, who had finally recovered from his cooldown. The courier dodged with a leap to the side after a short two seconds time stop, the drug in his system helping him fight off the pain of the broken rib.
“That’s all you got?” Ryan taunted Psyshock, as both he and the Psycho faced one another. “Guess it’s easier with Japanese schoolgirls?”
“Classy,” the wire squid replied, launching one of his tentacles. This time, instead of dodging, Ryan grabbed it with his hands. With the strength boost from the Rampage drug, he rotated on himself and tossed Psyshock against a nearby wall. The Psycho managed to recover but quickly turned still.
Heavy steps echoed close from the open blast door, something huge moving into the underground lab.
“My, my,” a playful voice with a thick New York accent interrupted the battle, “what do we have here?”
an indestructible, black carbon alloy, he was already transformed when he showed up. The man was heavily mutated, his face heavily scarred and possessing prominent teeth like a hippo. He dressed like a man
and malignant narcissism. He briefly glanced at Psyshock, who instantly
said dramatically, “we finally
my, we’ve got a new Mark Twain here,” the living balloon mocked him back. “Such a razor-sharp
the worst kind of
with a sense of
been looking at you through our cams
fatass, now that we got to know each other better, perhaps we can discuss your plan to conquer New Rome with a robot army over
wired,” he mused. “They’re always wired when they say that. Sorry, mate, you’ll warrant no exposition
it was worth
widdy wait, you said we meet again?” Adam snapped his fingers. “You’re Bloodstream’s kid. Cesaire
attack Ryan,
courier, raising an eyebrow
was an impulse thing, really,”
you invade my home and start killing all my men, I take that real personal,
I guess I’ll just blow myself up
your pretty belt.” Adam grinned, though his smile never reached
to the death then?” Ryan did some footwork
they don’t want to face what I am, but my real
his left
some Rust Town denizen, clearly of Arab or Turkish descent. The prisoner had tears of terror at the edge of his eyes, pleading Ryan
Adam said with a vicious smirk, holding his captive
mouth and prepared to bite
a cruel blow to unbalance him mentally. The courier had gone far enough anyway, and trying to rescue the teen would probably fail. He had
there were some lines Ryan couldn’t cross, even without consequences. Afterward, it would be a slippery
froze time and charged at Adam, punching the
The fist broke.
that is. Fisty and Ryan’s bones shattered on
under the strain. The blow didn’t detonate the explosive belt but sent the courier flying against the
the pain, but the courier didn’t feel his legs anymore. He coughed blood, a warm fluid
his prisoner’s hair with his finger like a pet. “I knew you would do that when you stopped
said with relish, his tentacles swirling around Ryan’s neck and lifting him above
fun while it lasted, even
his
“Jar Jar Binks!”
before blowing him and Psyshock up in a fiery
so ended Ryan’s
returned a few hours earlier, driving towards Renesco’s bar, the courier felt like someone commuting to his job the day after a massive
he do another Dynamis run, dig deeper into the Meta connection? He had the feeling it would come into play, even if he somehow managed to wipe Hannifat
The courier had already progressed rather far on
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