“Said one of his contacts told him,” Garth’s reply has me grunting in anger as I glance behind me only to see a big fucker approaching. How the hell can’t we hear them?
“Behind us,” I roar as I snap to my feet and run towards him. A shot rings out again but I continue running and swerving left and right as I approach the asshole that is now pointing his gun at me and grinning.
“Die,” he says in a soft, emotionless voice just before he pulls the trigger. Shit, it’s difficult enough dodging a bullet from behind, but now also from this asshole. I dive to my left and into a bush. I hear Colborn swear as he too makes a dash, but instead of heading towards where we came from, he is heading towards where the shooter is.
I’m about to jump up when I am pulled from where I am and punched with such force that I fly back, hitting a tree and sliding back onto the ground. Shit. I try to catch my breath as the fucker makes his way towards me. This asshole is fast and quiet. Whatever they have done to this guy, he is good. As he leans down to grab me, I throw out my leg, kicking him off his feet.
There will be no holding back from me, as this guy is more than capable of whipping my ass. I hear a grunt from somewhere, sounding like it might be Garth but I’m not sure as I stand, still trying to catch my breath as I walk towards the fucker that is also standing as if he didn’t just get kicked a few feet away, through the air, and crashing onto the ground.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask, only to receive a sarcastic grin from him as he once again steps towards me. One thing is made abundantly clear, whoever this guy is, he is here to kill, and is not worried about dying in the process.
I smile back at him, starting to enjoy the fight. He is a strong motherfucker, but I am stronger. I wait for him to make his move before I duck when he throws a punch, pulling back my arm as I punch him on his right-side, hearing bones crack under the blow. He grunts but doesn’t step back, instead he raises his knee, catching my back.
After that, the fight begins in earnest. These enhanced sons of bitches are strong. Whatever they have been giving them to empower them is working. When he grabs my T-shirt to pull me forward, I let him as I place my hands on his chest as if to hold him back, but instead I envision the water in his body drop down to his legs and feet. I see his shocked look as he stares at me, and then his eyes rolling back as he falls.
“I want to see you do that, asshole.” I mutter as I step back. They can enhance their strength and senses and even try to give them some powers, but they will never be able to do what we can.