Chapter 5: Trapper
Everyone turned to look at us as we walked into base, greeting us all with a cheer.
“So, who did you guys bring back?” Screech asked Wing, who had his hair shaved into a high fade as well as a new scar on his square jaw.
“Well, I brought back a trio of woodsman… they don’t really like to talk much, had to learn that the hard way” He nervously laughs as he traces his scar, he gestures me to take a gaze to the back of the room. Screech looked back to see them, each wearing a flannel, and in combat with each other. The eldest had transformed with axes for hands, the female had a fairly large saw as her right arm, swinging it around with great ferocity, both attacking the youngest who had combined both her arms into a single giant shield, easily defending against their assault.
“They’re capable,” I laughed “I can see how they gave you that scar.”
“I’m guessing these two are the ones from New York” He laughed
“The names Burst” Burst smiles “And he’s Tiny” He laughed, placing his hand on Tahir’s head.
“My name’s Wing” He smiled “You guys should probably meet the rest of us” He pointed at Blade, who shaved the sides of her hair allowing the rest to fall onto her left side, and beside her was Shot, who had begun to wave at the boys. “In the Facility, Shot was gunned down a few times a day; making his ability something similar to yours. Blade, on the other hand, had the names of her friends and family carved into her skin, and they were recarved as soon as they healed, causing it to scar; a constant reminder of what happened that day.” He sighed.
“I’ll ask her ability,” Tiny said, “You don’t have to struggle to tell us of your experience with that organization, we understand what you all had to go through.” He said as he took a stroll towards the pair with Burst by his side.
“And they’re off.” Screech laughed. “How’s El?” Screech asked.
“She’s fine, she decided to go sleep early.” He replied. “Oh, Smoke had found another one of us out in the town. After a long conversation, she pleaded with him to let her join the group but, he said that she must best him to join. She agreed and now they’re battling in the other building.”
“He’s just testing her abilities, he won’t try to seriously harm her.” I laughed “I’ll go check on them in a bit.”
In the training building, the girl throws herself into the room, locking it just as the gas fills the hallway.
HE ALMOST KILLED ME! What the hell can I do against that?
Smoke’s poisonous purple gas slowly seeped through the underneath of the door, she quickly surveys the room.
I would charge the door, but he’s most likely guarding it now, Dammit, how do I esc- THE GLASS.
She sprints across the room and sends her body through the glass window.
“Come back here, Novice!” Smoke yells as the girl bolts through the hall. She keeps running until she turns the corner and runs up the staircase, wheezing, she takes a seat on one of the steps and gathers her thoughts.
I can’t win like this, if I don’t strike I’ll run out of the room but, if I fight him straight on I won’t stand a chance… what if I-
A hissing sound filled the stairway, a prelude to the gas that Smoke had begun to output into. She gazed up to see a cloud of his paralytic blue gas descending upon her. Jumping over the rail, she makes her way through the door and runs.
I know how to beat him now.
She B lined for the small room, 30 feet away from her current position. She starts to create something in her hand as we pushed into the room, purposely leaving it unlocked.
This room should fill up quickly.
She pulls out a few strands of her hair and attaches them to the opposing walls purpendicular to first 9 inches of the door to act as a trip wire. She bites down into flesh, enough to allow some blood to flow out. She lets it drip out onto to the ground and harden into needles.
It’ll take him about four minutes to find me but, that’s all the time I need.
Three minutes and 44 seconds had passed as the hissing began, she pulls the rope of her hair back and loads the needles in waiting for him to walk through the doors.
Come on in!
A white gas slowly begins to enter the room, she places on a makeshift gas mask, which she made on her way into the room out of drywall, metal and her own skin, and waits for him to walk in. Two mins past, Smoke enters into the room to see if she’s unable to battle, unbeknownst to him that she had planned for this to occur.
“Up here, Smokey” She laughs as he trips and looks up at her.
“Check and” She lets go, letting the needles fly into his arms, chest, and neck, pinning him onto the ground. “Mate!” She cried out in excitement. “I WIN” She screams out. “NOW YOU GUYS HAVE TO ACCEPT ME.” She adds.
“Yea, yea, I get it” He sighs, standing up almost instantly. They walk out of the training building, smiling as Screech approached them.
“Did she win?” Screech asked curiously
“…Yea” He reluctantly replied. “She lured me into a trap and took me by surprise” he added.
“Well, my name Screech and I am the leader of Union.” I smiled “Welcome to the family.”
“Thank you!” she exclaims excitedly. “Well, what should you call me?” She asked.
“Well, Smoke, what would you call her?”
“I don’t know, Needler… Trapper, maybe.” He sighs as he flicks the needle sticking out of his shoulder.
“Let’s go with Trapper” Screech laughed as her eyes widens and she begins to smile. “Go meet the rest of the family Trapper I’ll get these needles out of Smoke’s body,” He yelled at her as she darts to the main building.
“So how’d you find her.” Screech asked.
“…She pickpocketed me while I have a drink and tried to run off.” He sighed “I chased intoan ally way but, she started to throw these needle-like strands of her at me.” He added
“And I’m guessing that lead to this.” Screech replied as he pulled out the needles all at once and laughed as Smoke squirmed.
“THAT FUCKIN’ HURT” He screamed.
“No one told you to let her get the jump on you,” Screech scoffed “I actually wanna have a spar with you, I would never had thought that she would beat you.” Screech began to visualize how it’d go, mumbling to himself, contemplating whether to use brute force or devise a plan to get him out of his comfort zone. After a few minutes, he turns back around. “Let’s sta-” The absence of Smoke, caught him off guard and realized that he had probably left he was mumbling to himself. “Smoke! We have a match to do!” Screech ran back to find him.