Chapter 93

When I opened my eyes I was recording. Staring straight over the edge to the Scavs home. Not that the people watching this in the future would know that yet.

 

I could feel my breath coming out icy cold, but it wasn’t enough to stop the excitement I could feel pulsing up.

 

I pulled the shard out of my pocket. Flashed it in front of my eyes.

 

Looked at the name of the song etched into the plastic.

 

The Only Thing They Fear Is You.

 

I slotted it into my neck. A little less than seven minutes.

 

That’s how long I had to murder all of the Scavs.

 

Because a moment later the music started. The sound mirroring an ancient, at least by this years reckoning, musician.

 

I mean if people considered Samurai to be oldies, then The DOOM Eternal Soundtrack would be considered the same.

 

Before the song could get going without me I leapt. My feet hit the ground on the floor below just as the first drop hit and I rolled forward to bleed off speed before jumping up to my feet, and then I was moving. I didn’t care about cameras.

 

I didn’t care about noise.

 

I was the Boss Monster. They would learn to fear me.

 

I blew the door open with my Carnage, not bothering with the lock, as I let all my hatred for Scavs fill me.

 

Cold Blood was all about control. I had only used it in one way up until now. Used it to suppress everything so nothing could interfere with the cold calculus of combat.

 

But I wasn’t here for cold blooded murder.

 

Instead, I flipped the script, I brought out all my rage, my hatred, my disgust for these people.

 

That feeling of horror mixed with certainty that I had to kill them.

That murder was the only option.

 

I saw my first Scav as I burst into the first room. The details were unimportant, but I noted them anyway. A former apartment now taken over as a recreation room for the Scavs to relax in, alcohol and drugs strewn across the table sitting under the holo TV.

 

As he saw me, I let that rage fill me.

 

As he tried to leap out of the chair at my entrance, it was time. Weapon Glitch slammed into his system, bouncing again and again as my entire Cyberdecks RAM was used in repeat.

 

I had figured out the best way to make sure no one could shoot me, was by simply hacking them over and over and over again.

 

It was a loop Quickhack. Every time my Cyberdeck would get enough RAM to run the program again it would do so throughout the system without my direct attention. As long as the network didn’t alter its security it would be an endless disruption of weapons.

 

I was already in their security.

 

Their weapons were now useless.

 

The first Scav didn’t even get a chance to pull the trigger to find out how fucked he was.

 

I leapt a snarl on my face as I cleared the distance.

 

From the entrance to the Scav standing in the indented recreation area, was more than twenty feet across.

 

I slammed my Carnage into the fuckers face like a club at the end of my leap. His scream of pain went ignored as I didn’t end there. I rolled past him to bleed off momentum and then I was on him again fist raised and slammed into his already broken and bleeding face.

 

Again and again. I hammered him. Even grabbing his head and smashing it into the table until I was sure he was dead.

 

Breathing deeply, but not heavily. Adrenaline surged through me. The music was still going, and so was I.

 

I moved. Leaping and practically bouncing off the walls, moving more like an animal than man as I surged into the next room. Leaping through the broken wall connecting the apartments. The Scavs were reacting, shouting for help at the sounds of my gunshot, alarm that something was attacking them. The flipping of their normal predator and prey dynamics as always making them fearful. Their bleating calls were just noise telling me where they were.

 

The next room was a ripper room. The stink of blood and dead bodies filled it, but I barely hesitated leaping right over a ripper chair that had an elderly man laying across it, body ripped open the face of one of the Scav ripper docs moving away obviously realizing he was in danger.

 

He screamed as my fist slammed into his face with all my weight and force behind it.

 

I loved my new ankles. Superman punching a monster in the face was the best.

 

He went down, but he wasn’t alone.

 

Carnage flipped up and his buddy who had an Ajax roared as he tried to open fire on me only for his gun to beep and not fire.

 

Mine did.

 

He went down in a torrent of blood as the carnage turned him into a newly painted wall. That done I flipped the carnage barrel up to the ceiling and slammed it right into the face of the ripper doc, ignoring his crying pleading for mercy as I continued to hammer his skull into the floor until the metal stock of my shotgun hit concrete.

 

Okay. Now I was breathing a bit heavy.

 

It felt fantastic. I pushed the cold blooded control even higher. Rage and hate flowed and it was all I felt.

 

I glanced up to see another Scav peeking into the room. The moment he saw me, he made an attempt to shoot me only for his gun to fail. This guy leapt back into the room once he realized it, which is the only thing that saved his life as I brought my Carnage down and blasted where he had been.

 

I charged, leaping into the room he had just escaped into and came out into a roll.

 

Four soon to be dead Scavs faced me.

 

Excellent.

 

I had all the time I needed to aim my shotgun at them and fire. I didn’t hit any of them as they fled into cover, but it did make them scramble around. Which is why the gonk that had just tried to shoot me suddenly had an intimate meeting with Carnage-chan! As I slammed her into his face like a baseball bat.

 

I love this shotgun. Doesn’t matter if you literally beat someone to death with it, it’ll still fire!

 

But before I could kill him he kicked out, his much longer legs slamming me away and forcing me off my feet for a moment, as I rolled and then came out of it with my Carnage raised.

 

“No! Wa-!” His pleadings ended with Carnage sounding off followed by the heavy cycle as I cocked the next round.

 

“Kill her!” One of the Scavs screamed out trying to do just that.

 

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They would fail. These pathetic mewling creatures would not kill me.

 

One guy obviously pissed at what he saw charged me, a knife drawn and ready.

 

He didn’t expect me to charge him back. He knew how to use a knife. I would even say he was pretty good.

 

I didn’t care.

 

I wasn’t fighting. I was raging. I slammed into him, ignoring how he nicked my side with the knife, the blade skittering off my leotard or subdermal, wasn’t sure which as I slammed into him.

 

He screamed as I used one hand to literally slam my thumb into his eye socket so I could grip his face were musical, flowing perfectly into the song pounding in my head as I proceeded to try and beat him to death with the carnage in my right hand.

 

I ignored his attempts to at first stab me, and then just try to desperately get me away.

 

Neither stopped me.

 

His death came regardless, as my thumb wormed its way through to his end.

 

Then there were three, before I could even rise up though. There were once again four.

 

“Cyka!” A voice roared out, and this time I was caught off guard.

 

They had realized their weapons weren’t working against me, but it turns out it didn’t matter.

 

Big fuckin’ Scav decided to remind me I wasn’t invincible.

 

He blurred, a Sandy activated and suddenly I was the one being punched across the room. Out through a hole in the wall and into the ripper room I had just come from.

 

I coughed, blood flowed.

 

It hurt, but I would live. I pulled a MaxDoc and huffed it. Letting the adrenaline flow.

 

I could hear russian. Scared russian, and a firm confident voice.

 

Ah. The fucker had taken my Carnage. I added it into the next round of Weapon Glitch. Then, as the music once more peaked in my head.

 

I rose up slow and steady.

 

They had knocked me into a mess off medical equipment and storage the ripper room had, so as I stood metal clattered and glass shattered off me.

 

The firm russian voice from before wasn’t so firm anymore.

 

They were looking at me.

 

I cracked my neck, and spit the blood out of my mouth.

 

Big borg fucker had my Carnage. He aimed it, and like a good girl she just clicked, already disabled. Eh she only had one round left anyways.

 

I bared my teeth, a rumbling snarl leaving my throat in time with the roar of the guitar in my head. Then I moved.

 

My speed surprised Sandevistan Scav, but he activated his implant again probably a fearful reflex, as he suddenly shifted from where he was when I leapt to right in front of me. My leap was aborted, he slammed into me.

 

All too many pounds of him hitting me like a truck and this time he followed me back into the room pounding me into the concrete wall in a clatter of equipment.

 

He knocked the air out of me. He hit me hard, hard enough to rattle my head. He had me pinned against the wall as he was already starting to beat on me.

 

Too bad, he hadn’t managed to actually kill me.

 

I threw a fist back, and his Sandy speed kept him from getting slugged, but that was fine.

 

I had fought people with Sandevistan. The Dojo had taught me a lot about how they work. Their strengths and weaknesses.

 

That there was always a time limit, and not every Sandy was the crazy shit that David had.

 

I raised my arms up in a guard as he punched back Sandy speed punches slamming me back into the wall, and my shoulder ached from the stress of trying to keep my chrome fists from slamming into my own face.

 

It was a moderate success.

 

He hit me again, and then again, and suddenly he was moving at a normal speed..

 

Something I had been told. When a Sandy turns off and you go from super speed to normal? In that moment you felt like you were suddenly moving in slow mo. You felt the shift as time changed.

 

I had spoken with a few people that used the sandy and they all said the same thing if you could get them to admit it.