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Episode 24 After everything she'd already been through, it's a wonder Silverbullet had the presence of mind (or mercy) to abstain from simply slashing the were men guarding the blood camp or dragging the obese inside. Instead, Silverbullet rushed each of them with a hand in the shape of a giant mallet and knocked two of the three out cold. The same hesitation that kept her from killing these anti-Christian soldiers outright just because they happened to look human in the day (and nights of the crescent moon) also slowed the attack enough for her to miss the third, which had time to whip out a semiautomatic rifle.When she was on a field trip as a child, a bee in Golden Gate Park stung Lily Sloan. When that wereman pulled his trigger, dozens of bee stings pelted Silverbullet's back at hundreds of miles per hour. Being pure silver, she took it-barely. Silverbullet dropped to her knees as she turned an aching neck to glimpse a back riddled with painful, circular dents. An involuntary wail escaped her lips, which brought shame since these were white supremacists, and though they couldn't tell Silverbullet was brown-skinned underneath the metal, the wound to her pride still equaled the multiple wounds to her back. Struggling to her feet gave cause to the wereman to ready his rifle and aim again, stunned as he was with Silverbullet surviving his close-range assault. She squinted her eyes amidst grimacing, and saw the obese man she saved sprint faster than anyone his size had a natural right to. Watching him disappear into the distance cost her dearly, since that gave the wereman a chance to fire again, but this time into the abdomen. Unlike when a were wolf shot a bazooka through Silverbullet, the bullets weren't coming quite hard enough to leave a gaping hole in the belly. These shots riddled her front as the first volley did her back and hurt just as much. It was all she could do to absorb the reverberating shock while still standing tall and stoically silent. With her teeth gritted tighter than she ever remembered, Silverbullet looked around to see weremen running up to her from inside the blood camp. I'll have to kill them to get rid of them, Silverbullet concluded to herself. They're the same folks I took out last night, no matter how they look now. I'm still not quick enough to do all this without doing serious harm- Just then, a truck barreled between the rapidly approaching weremen and Silverbullet. Driving it was Iqu, in his Aryan form, visibly irritated even from its tinted window. Silverbullet mustered the strength to leap while running into the passenger's side and slam the door behind her. Still on foot, the weremen could only shoot at the truck from afar as it bolted down a street leading out of town-northeast toward the infamous Base 11. "Why did you do that?!" Iqu said, stopping when he noticed the hard look his sharp tone brought to Silverbullet's face. But he shook it off and continued, "We could've stolen the truck without anyone knowing! Now we'll have a fleet after us!" "They were going to kill that man I saved, thank you very much!" Silverbullet answered. "We're supposed to be saving the world, remember? That includes the people who live in the world too! And we should've stayed! There's a whole amphitheater filled with folks like him who weren't as lucky-" "We don't have time to save them all!" Iqu raised his voice louder than he ever has. "I didn't want to tell you unless I had to, but if they don't use the technology to open dimensional portals properly, your world, my world, maybe all the worlds in the multiverse will be destroyed!" Silverbullet sat in stunned silence, inwardly debating whether to scoldingly chastise Iqu for not volunteering this information earlier. Then she looked out the rearview window. Already, there were several vehicles like the one they were in after them and getting steadily closer. TO BE CONTINUED |