I pulled myself to my feet and stirred all of the bugs in the area into action.
They rose from the floor like a dark whirlwind. I sheathed my knife and gripped my baton in both hands.
The dramatic resurrection of Skitter!
“Mannequin!”
He stopped and turned his upper body to face me. His head cocked to one side.
“…didn’t I kill her?”
“Yeah,” I said. “You didn’t get me.”
Honestly, it would’ve been so much cooler if she’d played it off as her having the power to get resurrected every time she died or something.
He turned back around and started walking toward the mother and the little boy. The pair were huddled between an empty metal frame and a workbench.
But he’s not interested. Welp.
“Hey!” I shouted. “Come on! Fight me! Don’t you have the balls to take on a teenage girl? Or are they one of the things you cut away!?”
Hah!
…they probably are.
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