Infected 8: Impulse: A Whole New Day Read Online Free Page A
Author: P. S. Power
had a little room.
No one tried to follow them. Stop them, either. Even the police just hid themselves, not pointing any weapons their way.
She did better then, easily keeping up with the others, even hobbled by her footwear like she was. Of course in tennis shoes she could run at better than a hundred miles an hour for a long time. Really, that was a lie. It made it sound like she was slow, and couldn't outrun a race car, which she could do without too much trouble. Even thumping along awkwardly she could have left these people in her dust. That wasn't the point however, so she floated toward the back a bit, pretending to be having trouble. It was well enough that she did, since just as they were rounding the ice cream shop across the street from the park, one of the cops started shooting. A soft pat hit her on the back, making a hole in her clothing, she didn't doubt. Her body rocked forward, because... stilts.
Charity screamed. It wasn't loud, but she got what the hole meant, or thought she did, and pulled Bridget to the side, using the building itself as cover. That was pretty close to what she should have done, if Bridget had been a regular person. It beat having her just stand there, making a target out of herself.
"God, she's hit. You're shot! I know first aid. I..." She was looking for blood, which was a good thing to do, once they were out of range. Not needed for her, personally, but for the others.
"I'm good. Don't worry about it. Let's go." The others had stopped and Ed tried to move to the back, to shield them himself.
Because that would work. He might be an alien, like he'd said, but he was basically a regular person, other than being a power generating plant. His power, the one that he shared with his sister, was barely noticeable to most people here. Unless they freaked out like Deidre had, they could pass for normal. In their reality, where people knew how to use that energy, the entire world worked off of it. These two could have powered continents for decades, all alone. In fact, avoiding that was why they were there. The way that was done wasn't very nice, currently. It basically involved chopping them up into little pieces. Ed first, while they put Deidre out to have baby after baby, to build the number of their kind back up. They'd been nearly wiped out, thanks to politics.
So, doing that kind of showed that Ed wasn't a physical coward, even if he was just made of flesh and bone.
It just didn't help them with flying bits of lead.
"Ed, take the lead. I'll hang back here, since..." She paused, not knowing how to explain things as they ran. Finally she just shrugged, which looked like a twitch or would have if anyone had been watching. "It's me, Bridget . I'm in disguise. You two weren't supposed to be out and about this morning."
They headed toward the tree line, the one that was between the downtown area and the main portion of housing for the town. She'd been in it before, having used it to sneak around a few times, for fun. It was fairly new growth and a little over planted, but great for getting from one place to another without being noticed. No one spoke until they were inside it, and as Bridget turned, she noticed that the bus they'd been on was driving away, taking all their potential attackers with them.
Finally, gasping for breath, Ed moved closer to her.
"I... Um, my Lady Bridget?" There was more than a little skepticism in the words. Deidre looked at her too, seeming just as unbelieving.
"Right. In disguise . Oh, um, I guess I don't need it now. Here..."
She pulled her wig off, showing her short rust colored hair. Then she pulled the facial bits off, and struggled quickly out of her fat suit. It took about ten seconds, thanks to her natural speed, which had everyone staring at her, as she ended up in her underwear, pale, decently skinny, limbs showing. She had a bra on, which was more of a courtesy than anything else, since she didn't need it yet. Not mainly. She was starting to
No one tried to follow them. Stop them, either. Even the police just hid themselves, not pointing any weapons their way.
She did better then, easily keeping up with the others, even hobbled by her footwear like she was. Of course in tennis shoes she could run at better than a hundred miles an hour for a long time. Really, that was a lie. It made it sound like she was slow, and couldn't outrun a race car, which she could do without too much trouble. Even thumping along awkwardly she could have left these people in her dust. That wasn't the point however, so she floated toward the back a bit, pretending to be having trouble. It was well enough that she did, since just as they were rounding the ice cream shop across the street from the park, one of the cops started shooting. A soft pat hit her on the back, making a hole in her clothing, she didn't doubt. Her body rocked forward, because... stilts.
Charity screamed. It wasn't loud, but she got what the hole meant, or thought she did, and pulled Bridget to the side, using the building itself as cover. That was pretty close to what she should have done, if Bridget had been a regular person. It beat having her just stand there, making a target out of herself.
"God, she's hit. You're shot! I know first aid. I..." She was looking for blood, which was a good thing to do, once they were out of range. Not needed for her, personally, but for the others.
"I'm good. Don't worry about it. Let's go." The others had stopped and Ed tried to move to the back, to shield them himself.
Because that would work. He might be an alien, like he'd said, but he was basically a regular person, other than being a power generating plant. His power, the one that he shared with his sister, was barely noticeable to most people here. Unless they freaked out like Deidre had, they could pass for normal. In their reality, where people knew how to use that energy, the entire world worked off of it. These two could have powered continents for decades, all alone. In fact, avoiding that was why they were there. The way that was done wasn't very nice, currently. It basically involved chopping them up into little pieces. Ed first, while they put Deidre out to have baby after baby, to build the number of their kind back up. They'd been nearly wiped out, thanks to politics.
So, doing that kind of showed that Ed wasn't a physical coward, even if he was just made of flesh and bone.
It just didn't help them with flying bits of lead.
"Ed, take the lead. I'll hang back here, since..." She paused, not knowing how to explain things as they ran. Finally she just shrugged, which looked like a twitch or would have if anyone had been watching. "It's me, Bridget . I'm in disguise. You two weren't supposed to be out and about this morning."
They headed toward the tree line, the one that was between the downtown area and the main portion of housing for the town. She'd been in it before, having used it to sneak around a few times, for fun. It was fairly new growth and a little over planted, but great for getting from one place to another without being noticed. No one spoke until they were inside it, and as Bridget turned, she noticed that the bus they'd been on was driving away, taking all their potential attackers with them.
Finally, gasping for breath, Ed moved closer to her.
"I... Um, my Lady Bridget?" There was more than a little skepticism in the words. Deidre looked at her too, seeming just as unbelieving.
"Right. In disguise . Oh, um, I guess I don't need it now. Here..."
She pulled her wig off, showing her short rust colored hair. Then she pulled the facial bits off, and struggled quickly out of her fat suit. It took about ten seconds, thanks to her natural speed, which had everyone staring at her, as she ended up in her underwear, pale, decently skinny, limbs showing. She had a bra on, which was more of a courtesy than anything else, since she didn't need it yet. Not mainly. She was starting to
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