“Run!” Grue shouted.
I was on top of Atlas in an instant, and in the air a second later.
Oh yeah, that ought to help out.
But seriously, guys, try your darndest not to breathe in that mist. Or even let it touch your feetsies.
“How is it spreading so fast!?” I asked, while the others seated themselves on the two dogs.
“She must have set it up beforehand!” Tattletale called out. “Just needed the catalyst!”
I guess?
I didn’t feel the need to question that. It’s Bonesaw. Who the fuck knows what she can make these organisms do.
She checked to make sure Trickster and Sundancer were seated and had Bentley at an all out run a heartbeat later. Sirius followed just two steps behind, carrying Grue, Imp, Bitch and Ballistic. Regent joined me in the air, hanging in a less than dignified way from Shatterbird’s embrace.
Hehe. Yeah, dignity is a bit less important than getting away from that mist right now.
I needed only one glance to know they weren’t running fast enough.
Well, shit.
Alec and Taylor getting together to try to fix whatever this mist does to their friends, maybe seeking help from Amy (who might dodge this by way of Victoria flying them both out of reach)? That sounds like a fun premise.
How high does the mist go before it loses potency?
“Sundancer!” I shouted. “Cut it off!”
Oh yeah, I suppose if she evaporates the water between the mist and them…
It took her three or four seconds to pull an orb together, no larger than a basketball. It grew to twice the size as it flew, raking across the street to turn the pooled water into clouds of steam. I rose higher in the air to avoid being caught by the plumes of hot water. The steam turned from a clean white to pink and eventually red as the effect reached it.
That’s not good.
Sundancer’s miniature sun had slowed the progression down our flooded street, but it wasn’t enough. From my perspective, I could see the water on adjacent streets undergoing the same transformation, moving forward until it was adjacent to the others, then extending forward. It was a matter of time before it reached far enough forward that it passed through the side alleys and cut them off.
Welcome to this “low-intensity chapter”. Please, don’t mind the rapidly reddening water and the teens running for their lives. Your room is number 413, here’s your key, and I hope you enjoy your stay!
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