Five Generations - One Eternal Combat
Sarge stood there, gat pointed at the woman in the room. Her
clothing suggested that she was not a Nazi soldier, but why
else would she be in the fortress? He decided to attempt to
talk to her.
you speak English?" he asked.
The woman remained as still as a statue.
Expecting at least a bit of German, Sarge lowered his gat
slightly. "I said..."
The woman sprang into action. Reaching for her belt, she whipped
out a Bowie knife and hurled it at Sarge. Hoisting his gat
up in defense, Sarge managed to deflect the blade. The knife
flew sideways and punctured one of the barrels stacked up
on the side of the laboratory.
Immediately, a blue liquid began spraying Sarge, blinding
him. As he dropped his weapon and fumbled with his eyes, he
buckled under a swift kick from Mynx that sent him to the
floor. Mynx dove past him amidst the blue spray, and dashed
down the corridor.
Sarge shouted, pounding the ground with his fist as he scrambled
to his feet.
Mynx's frantic steps attracted the attention of a few Nazi
soldiers. She kept running, even as a hail of bullets began
following her every step. She turned right at the end of a
corridor, and found what she had been looking for: the window
that was her planned escape route. The bars had been removed,
and a large, hooded, half-winged gargoyle statue several feet
below would provide a stopping point in mid-fall.
As she dove for the window, however, another Nazi soldier
stepped out of a room and spotted her. Quickly drawing and
firing, his half-cocked shot found its mark by sheer luck,
piercing Mynx's shoulder. Mynx, still falling out the window,
reeled from the impact. The force of the shot, along with
her reflexive spasm, were enough to throw off her trajectory.
Mynx reached desperately for the gargoyle, and came just inches
short. She continued plunging farther and farther, until everything
suddenly went black.
Sarge was finally able to see again. He wiped the blue solution
from his face and picked up his gat. That woman was going
Outside the room, however, he heard the sound of Nazi soldiers
on the chase. Apparently, they weren't too fond of the strange
woman either. Guess he and those sons o' bitches finally had
one thing in common.
Sarge felt strangely energized; his heart was racing, and
his arms were itching for some action. He re-set his gat,
and stormed down the corridor after the Nazis. Nobody was
getting the best of him a second time. He rounded the corner,
and pulled hard on the trigger.
Mynx awoke to tremendous pain. The fall had nearly killed
her. Her attempts to move her legs resulted in nothing but
additional agony. Blood was seeping out of her shoulder wound.
The Nazis would surely find her, and they'd finish her off
when they did. She was in no condition to run away. Surely
there was something that could be done, instead of just waiting
Suddenly, she remembered the serums. Her free arm reached
to her side and found the hyperdermic vials. The regenerative
formula might heal her fast enough to allow her to escape.
But which was which?
She thought back to the laboratory room. The soldier had been
sprayed with the blue formula. She, too, had been exposed
when she ran out of the room. If it had been the reanimation
formula, the compound should have violently attacked her still-living
cells by now.
She fumbled one-handedly with the blue vial. No sense half-exposing
herself, then... she might as well finish the job. She prepped
the needle on the vial, and injected the vial's contents into
Instantly, her blood burned with a thousand fires. She desperately
clawed at her neck, her pawing fading as the fires burned
down. In their place, a cool electrical feeling raced through
her. As the electric feeling reached the pained areas of her
body, it interacted with the pain, leaving an energized sensation
Mynx laid her head back and rested. The vial would run its
course in a few minutes. The thought briefly crossed her mind
that she no longer had a sample for her client, but it was
no large matter. With the formula and her survival as proof
of results, her contract should be more than fufilled.
As the electric feeling faded, leaving only the sensation
of pure energy, Mynx slowly rose to her feet. She checked
her limbs, which seemed to be in perfect working order, as
well as the bullet wound, which had already sealed up. Mynx
quickly returned the remaining vial to her belt, and dashed
off into the woods.