Music: “Beat Down” - by MS (© GnomeTone Records)
I felt a sharp jab in my side.
“Guhh!” I wheezed, as the air rushed out of my lungs.
Someone big…and fast…had me by the arms, locking them tight behind my back.
“What the—? Hey!” I struggled, trying to twist free, but another figure shoved something cold and round against my neck. It pulsed, sending my muscles into full-body spaghetti mode.
Everything blurred.
I kicked out, managing to connect with someone’s shin.
That earned me a punch in the gut. Stars exploded behind my eyes.
I dropped to my knees, gasping, but whoever they were, didn’t let go. Arms wrapped under mine and lifted me like I weighed nothing.
“Wrong pilot, freak show,” someone whispered harshly in my ear.
I tried to channel magic, but my hands were pinned, and my mind was spinning. I couldn’t find the focus. Couldn't even remember the words. Everything tasted like metal and ash.
The crowd surged around us—cheering now as the monitors showed Beatdown flying through the air. No one noticed a couple of shadows dragging me toward a loading dock.
I twisted…even bit a hand…though my face was jello, so I'm not sure it was very hard.
That got me another punch, this time in the jaw.
Tha-thump-thump.
Tha-thump-thump.
Tha-thump-thump.
The warm healing factor of Ithari started pulsing through my body. It helped me see a bit more clearly, but whatever was in the shot still had my strength.
I blinked a few times to focus as I was dragged through a doorway, down a hall, then another door….and another. Each opening released the sound of machinery.
Huge.
The kind that made the 'KA-CHUNK…KA-CHUNK' sounds, in between the grinding and whining gears.
We approached what looked like a kind of maintenance shed. It had red warning signs taped to each door. Powerful gloved hands yanked the metal doors open.
…revealing a massive garbage chute.
“No, no, no, I breathed… "No, hey…HEY, STOP—”
The last thing I saw was a goggled face and a fist hooking toward my head.
Everything went dark.
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