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    PlanetQuake | Features | Articles | Generations - part 1
   

Generations
Five Generations - One Eternal Combat
  — by Lee'Mon


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.

"Do 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.

"DAMMIT!" 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 to pay.

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 to die...

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 her neck.

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 behind.

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.



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