Writober Part 13
Ryan jumped from landing to landing, making his way up the staircase. He didn’t have time to do it the slow, human way. Once in the upper levels, guards started pouring into the halls from every door. They must have known he was coming. Good. The more eyes were on him, the less they would be on Violet and the group.
Igniting the fire in his fists, he fought his way out. Flesh sizzled with every punch he threw. It was still dark when he finally made it outside. Good. Better viewing conditions for his little show.
He hurled fireballs until the entire base turned into a green inferno. By now, most of the employees and guards had encircled him, desperately trying to get close enough to take him down.
Not today, he thought, keeping them at bay with the occasional burst of flames.
Now, there was only one thing left to do.
Inching to his left, the crowd reacted like the opposite end of a magnet—no one wanted to get too close. Once he was within range, he held out both arms, and poured every ounce of his energy into sending a solid wall of green flame in the direction of the generators. He held it for as long as he could, and with one final push, the wall of fire ceased. But it had done exactly what he intended. There was a small explosion in the generator, but it set off a chain reaction throughout the entire base. Ryan did an about-face and ran toward the hills.
As he neared them, Ryan saw Violet cresting the hill. Good, she made it.
“Violet, get down!” he yelled as soon as he was within ear-shot.
The entire group ducked with their hands over their heads, just as a ground-shaking explosion erupted through the valley. The percussion vibrated his chest and rang in his ears.
“Are you okay?” He said as they stood up. What little was left of the base smoldered behind them.
“Yes. You made it,” Violet said with a smile.
“And now that it’s all over, I can finally do this.” Ryan reached his hand to the side of her face, and pulled her lips onto his.
The Hunter crawled out from under a pile of debris, retrieved and dusted off his hat, and placed it gently on his head. Every human inside the base had died instantly with the explosion.
It was a good thing he wasn’t human.
He could see the pack of maimed mutants at the top of the hill on the outskirts of the valley. Now that his employers were dead, the pyros were no longer his concern.
Except those two, with the green and indigo flames, they were responsible for this mess. And they were his next targets. No more capturing and hauling them back like a dog playing fetch. This time, he would be hunting for keeps.
This concludes the Writober series. I’ll definitely continue Violet’s story, so stay tuned…
Need to catch up on the story? You can read earlier Writober posts, or you can read Violet Blair’s entire story.