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Both of them stepped out of the armoured vehicle. The moment their feet touched the ground, nearby monsters noticed them. Dozens of pairs of bloodshot eyes immediately locked onto the two living humans. Growl! Roar! The monsters charged. Darren didn't even give them a chance to get close. In one smooth motion, he pulled out his twin pistols. Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunfire erupted across the highway. Bullets pierced skulls with frightening precision. One zombie after another collapsed onto the pavement.

I bet you my life that prince Cornelius can't handle me. He grabs my handcuffs and begins to drag me up the stairs as Vincent follows with Tommy, not taking his eyes off Jason until the trap door is shut. They push the front desk over the trap door, like the sick people they are, ensuring that Jason has no way of following us any time soon. "So this was your dumbass plan, it's never gonna work you know.'' As they lead us down the dark alleyway in the direction of the pub. " is that so honey, as I recall it you're the one in handcuffs and don't even bother with your powers, the handcuffs cut off your energy so they won't work." I try just for good measure but the handcuffs don't allow any fir

I see his jaw click again, but he is too focused on Dawson to push further. Just as his fingertips touch the cold black metal, my wolf surges forward and I know what I need to do. I rush to Elio’s side my hand gripping his arm as a surge of power flits through me before Dawson can even draw his gun I feel a power I have never known ripple through me before a blast of fire emits from my fingers hitting Dawson in the upper body.

Damn, that was so close. I flew towards the man and took the gun from him before he could reload. I made my hands as hot as a volcano and then I melted the gun. The man brought out a knife and stabbed my chest and the knife broke into two as it made contact with my chest. The man backed away with terror written all over his face and then with wobbly legs he asked, "What are you?" "Death." I rushed to him and then I wrapped my hands around him, "Burn," I muttered into his ears and flames of blue fire engulfed him turning him into fine dust.

Dead in ten seconds if I signal it. I raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “You wanted drama? I don’t do fistfights, James. That’s too poetic. Too clean.” I smirked, gun aimed right between his eyes. “Why should I dirty my hands… when I’ve got bullets?” And with a single snap of my fingers—chaos erupted. Gunfire. Screams. Then silence. Just silence and the sound of bodies hitting the ground. Every single one of James' men—wiped out in seconds. Blood soaked the floor like spilled wine, pooling around lifeless limbs. It was almost... satisfying. A symphony of vengeance painted in crimson.

One swift strike severed its neck. The head rolled across the porch, teeth still gnashing until the snow swallowed the sound. Outside the cabin, two remained. They came together—one fast, the other wide. The Leader steadied her. Now. She flung fire at the one to her left, catching its shoulder and spine. Flames consumed it as it howled, thrashing blindly. The second slammed into her with brutal force. She pivoted with the impact, her elbow cracking into its jaw. Bone gave. The creature reeled. Talia drove her knife beneath its eye. She wrenched it free and breathed fire into its open mouth.

It screeched, but not in pain—in calculation. It was analyzing me. Adjusting tactics. Then a beam of blue flame streaked down. Spitfire, coughing smoke, had risen. She let out a warble of fury and breathed again. The Neurovore caught fire. Its outer shell crisped, cracked. Liz-2 arrived next, plunging a combat knife into its exposed neck. Rachelle shot twice into its lower spine. I jammed my pistol under its jaw and pulled the trigger until the slide locked back.

Fire running up her arms. “He wants _fire_?” she said. “Let’s give him _fire_.” --- *The Second Take* He took Tomas. 6’4”. Warrior. Scar down his face. He walked in with _two_ guns. Pointed them at _Tempo_ and _Echo_. “One or the other,” Four said with Tomas’s voice. “_Choose_, Alpha. Which _time_ dies first?” Kieran didn’t hesitate. He threw himself between the guns and the twins.

Then, everyone burst into peals of laughter. Shermaine was the first to register what she just heard. She clutched her stomach and laughed out loud. "Lucy, did getting fired shock you so much that you lost your mind? Call off the engagement? Your engagement to Mr. Hammond? Does Mr. Hammond even know that you're his fiancee?" Shermaine was laughing so hard that tears came to her eyes. She pointed at me and said, "Did you hear her, Mr. Hammond? Who does she even think she is?"

Hudson said in annoyance kicking the body on the ground. Jane eyed Boris with calculation. He eyed her back warily. She sensed he didn't like Hudson's proximity to her. "Give me your weapon," she said to Hudson and held out her hand. To his credit, Hudson didn't even hesitate. He knew Jane was capable with pretty much any kind of weapon. That was part of the reason he had chosen her as his back up. Jane took the taser from him, pointed it at Grekov and fired. Two small electrodes struck the big man and currents of electricity crashed through his body, causing his muscles to spasm and cease to obey. The massive Russian fell to his knees and grunted.