Kill Fest

"Mother Fucker….. I have to get me one of them!" she screamed pausing long enough to observe the spectacle and slip a fresh magazine into her gun.

Stryker's bullets flew true and struck their mark with overwhelming supremacy. Jimmy Vegas was torn open like a gutted fish and blown backward five feet from where he took his last stand. The platform drew to a dead silence once Stryker's gun went silent. Everyone in sight lay upon the deck of the platform covering their heads or had thrown themselves onto the tracks to avoid being hit in the assault. Stryker himself, once releasing his trigger, stood motionless as though even he was shocked by his overwhelming assail.

"Christ All Mightily Stryker, what the hell was that?"

"The Equalizer!" he said with authority.

The devastating impact on Jimmy's human body was evident as blood splatter spider webbed outward from his fallen frame like as though he exploded from within. Jodi remained in place as Aurora walked over to the body. As she approached, his once brilliantly bright, white suit bore little resemblance to its former likeness. Stained a crimson dye, she could hardly tell it was once white in color. Upon closer view, she saw that despite his countless wounds, he was indeed still breathing a shallow breath. His eyes open glaring seamlessly into space. His mouth was gasping for breath with a reverberation of gurgling blood.

"Hello Jimmy, how the hell is ya?" she said in a malevolent tone as his eyes pulled in on her image above. "What's that Jimmy…..you are not going to win Kill Fest you say?" she added with a smile. "Ohhh, that's too bad. If you could only see how bad you like right now. Boy that suit ain't going to get cleaned at the tailors anytime soon. I hope you have a nice fresh one for your funeral." she commented as his life then faded away.

"Aurora don't be so cruel," Stryker called out as she turned his way.

"I'm just saying my goodbyes to an old friend."

"Christ, if that's how you treat friends, I hate to see how you are with people you really don't like," Stryker said slipping his weapon back into his shoulder holster under his biker jacket.

"In truth, there are not a lot of people I do like," she said walking away from the fallen opponent, her gun still in hand.

The other female still on the floor, wondered if she too should prepare to fight. She had just witnessed the devastating power of the man's hand held machine gun and was in no hurry to have the weapon pointed her way. Looking up, she made eye contact with the other woman before turning to glance Stryker's way. She was still breathing hard by her chase with Vegas and now the slaying of her hunter had her nerves on overload. With softened eyes and her hands in obvious sight, she spoke as clearly as she could though she found her lips were still quivering from the previous conflict and its aftermath.