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Suggested Listening: Time - G Jones

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  Shift up. Ease to the left. Accelerate. Centenario to the right. Find a line. Brake, shift down, harsh left, tires squeal. Straighten out, accelerate, shift up. Centenario to the rear. Now trying to pass. Staying to the back right. Bump, tires screeching, spinning, spinning, stopped. Dizzy. BANG! Glass shattering, hole through driver’s window. “Shit!”

  The wolf reaches back to grab the rifle from behind the seats. The shot came from her side of the car. No position to climb out the other side. Time to take a risk. She opens up the door and rushes out, kicking the door closed behind her before jumping over the hood. She takes a shot in the shoulder as she vaults. Taking cover behind her car, the wound oozes black ichor. She can hear voices from the direction of the shots. “She’s hit, she’s hit! Move in!” Bootsteps getting closer. Wound’s healed up, rifle switched to right hand.

  She takes a peek over the hood. Shots ring out, some embed into the car, some scrape the paint. “Stop putting holes in my car!” Arith shouts over the hood. Several more shots later, both driver’s side tires are blown, and even more holes in the door. “Oh, now you’re just trying to piss me off,” she grumbles, “Alright, you asked for it!”

  She takes a breath. Time slows around her. She takes another peek. Six guys? No, seven. Finger on trigger, safety off, bullet racked. She rises up, aims. For her, the reaction feels normal, but they’re all hardly moving. Three shots she pops off, three bodies hit before she recoils. She’s not quite at ‘dodge bullets’ time yet, as one hits right in the neck.

  She almost topples over, but then time stops. Then it reverses. It stops again just before she came up. She waits for just a second longer as a spectral echo of what she just did rises up to take those original three shots. During this, she gets up again, taking four more shots and landing four more kills. Time resumes normal speed, silence as the echoes from the gunshots fade and the shell casings hit the concrete.

Description

Suggested Listening: Time - G Jones

An awesome piece of art made by

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Shift up. Ease to the left. Accelerate. Centenario to the right. Find a line. Brake, shift down, harsh left, tires squeal. Straighten out, accelerate, shift up. Centenario to the rear. Now trying to pass. Staying to the back right. Bump, tires screeching, spinning, spinning, stopped. Dizzy. BANG! Glass shattering, hole through driver’s window. “Shit!”

  The wolf reaches back to grab the rifle from behind the seats. The shot came from her side of the car. No position to climb out the other side. Time to take a risk. She opens up the door and rushes out, kicking the door closed behind her before jumping over the hood. She takes a shot in the shoulder as she vaults. Taking cover behind her car, the wound oozes black ichor. She can hear voices from the direction of the shots. “She’s hit, she’s hit! Move in!” Bootsteps getting closer. Wound’s healed up, rifle switched to right hand.

  She takes a peek over the hood. Shots ring out, some embed into the car, some scrape the paint. “Stop putting holes in my car!” Arith shouts over the hood. Several more shots later, both driver’s side tires are blown, and even more holes in the door. “Oh, now you’re just trying to piss me off,” she grumbles, “Alright, you asked for it!”

  She takes a breath. Time slows around her. She takes another peek. Six guys? No, seven. Finger on trigger, safety off, bullet racked. She rises up, aims. For her, the reaction feels normal, but they’re all hardly moving. Three shots she pops off, three bodies hit before she recoils. She’s not quite at ‘dodge bullets’ time yet, as one hits right in the neck.

  She almost topples over, but then time stops. Then it reverses. It stops again just before she came up. She waits for just a second longer as a spectral echo of what she just did rises up to take those original three shots. During this, she gets up again, taking four more shots and landing four more kills. Time resumes normal speed, silence as the echoes from the gunshots fade and the shell casings hit the concrete.