L+-+Another+Terrible+Story

Bullets whizzed past the man’s head. He rolled behind a car, and pulled the pin off a grenade. Glancing over the top of the car, he tossed the grenade in the direction of the gunfire. “GET DOWN!” His comrades fell back. Seconds later, the grenade detonated. Shrapnel was launched everywhere, and the concussion blast launched two people into the air. The smell of black powder smoke, burnt flesh, and singed metal filled the air. The area was silent. The radio on the man’s hip activated. “John, what the hell is going on,” a female voice shouted at him. “Nothing, just another lunatic.” “Well, get the hell over to the rendezvous point. You don’t have much time bef-“ “ I know, I know. The whole place explodes.” “Do you have the files?” The man checked the pack strapped to his belt. “Yes.” “Good, now go.” John looked around. He signaled for the group of five to follow him. Their steps made little noise, even though they carried at least 50 pounds of equipment each. Suddenly, gunfire erupted around him. John watched as two of his comrades were blown apart by a rocket. Another took a bullet to the head, and the guy next to him got shot through the chest. John dived behind a concrete ramp. He clicked his radio, but it had been blown apart by a bullet. “Damn.” He closed his eyes and saw the white tendrils in his mind. They ran through him, glowing. He opened his eyes again. He stepped out of his cover and stood up. Bullets flew at him, but kept hitting an invisible shield around him. He pointed at one of the hooded gunmen. An arc of lightning blasted from his finger and fried the shooter. He turned to the man holding the RPG. He waved his hand, and the man flew across the sky and exploded in a burst of light. A sharp metallic smell lingered in the air. He held out an open palm and generated three small spheres of light. He looked at the last gunman, still firing at his shield. Casually, he tossed the spheres at the man. The man screamed as he slowly disintegrated from the inside out. “Idiots.”