Door eighteen didn't seem any more promising than doors fifteen through seventeen. So without any ceremony, I kicked the door in. This one though, had a man with a broken lamp in his hand. He had taken off the top and broken the glass inside, giving him a wicked lance.
"So, you've come to meet your end boy. You just coudn't let this go. For whatever stupid reason you were answering, you just pushed and pushed and pushed and here we are."
I unslung the backpack from my front warily and weighed it in my left hand, survival instincts picking fight over flight. This man was willing to maim me, or kill me. I should run. But the screaming and all the beating I had taken within this last hour demanded retribution. Before I could come up with a plan of action, he swung at me. I danced right, swinging the bag at the lamp. As the glass caught onto the fabric and we pulled away from one another, the bag was pulled apart at the zipper, my books and can clattering to the floor. With no hesitation, he jabbed at me again, causing me to parry with my now open backpack. I lept back, and he charged ahead, pushing us out of the room. I ended up with my back to the hallway, and his to the window. A bit different than I had planned, but the follow through would be the same. He yelled and pushed again, and this time he cut through the backpack, and the end shot out at me, lodging itself into my shoulder. I screamed in pain as he pushed it into me and I knew this was my chance. I let go of the bag which was now pinned to me and took hold of the lamp. I pushed against him, both to dislodge it from my shoulder and to push him back. Surprise crossed his face as he backpedaled, struggling to stay upright. He caught his ground and held fast, halting me briefly. As the lamp end was out of my shoulder, I noticed the glittering on my bag and the lack of glass in my skin. The bag had caught the loose shards, leaving him poking at me with an empty socket. With this new information I charged, throwing my shoulder into it, going into a jog. The lamp was now causing him to bend his arms, as he struggled to force it away from him. With one final push,he crashed through the window behind him, yelling. My motion carried my to the broken window sill, and I looked down to find him rightfully placed in a bush. I dropped the lamp and hurried to the room, picking up the can of pepperspray and making my way out to him.
He was sifting his way out of the bush when I came upon him. I pushed him back into it, toppling him. Swears and screaming followed me as I bounded to the stage on the outskirts of the riot. Grabbing a mic, I raced back, praying that the cable was long enough. I managed to make it back in time to loop the cable around his bad ankle, causing him to snarl at me.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"You're going to end this riot. Now."
"You're out of your mind. I will never listen to a mere boy like you."
"If you don't, I'll get everyone's attention and spray you here and now, embarassing you in front of another thousand people."
His eyes widened in shock, and a snarl ripped out of him.
"You wouldn't dare."
I shook the can, and he clammored for the mic. He babbled, yelling for the crowd to stop, but they couldn't hear him over their fighting. I snatched the mic back from him and stepped away, pulling the cord fast around his ankle. He swore and me, but I paid it no heed, holding the mic by the cable and the can in one hand, and fishing for my phone with the other. I dialed a number and waved it back and forth past the mic, causing horrendous feedback to be emitted over the quad. Slowly, the riot came to a standstill as the crowd turned to look at me. I handed the mic to him, and told him what I wanted him to say. He shot me a look, but I raised the can threateningly. With a trembling hand, he spoke.
"The cake, is a lie."
Silence proceeded to follow his comment. And then, the students burst into screaming. Anguish and despair took hold of the mob, and the cops backed away in nervous anticipation of a revolt. But none came...
Enemy: Zero Omega
AC: 16
HP: 2/70
AC rolled: 16
Attack was successful!
Dealt 2 damage!
Damage was fatal!
Enemy: Zero Omega
HP: 0/70
ZERO OMEGA DEFEATED!
I sat in the station, a bandage around my shoulder and fingers. I was facing charges of vandalism and theft of an officer's possessions in the form of a fine due to the cells being fully occupied and paperwork already piling up for the cops. I tapped my foot angrily, waiting to be excused to leave. As I was handed my documents, I glanced up, looking past the officer to see the man I had chased for the last hour in handcuffs, being escorted to an interrogation room. We met eyes, and he snarled at me, hatred burning into his look. As I scooted the chair back and turned to leave, I knew, that it was over.
FIN
