Second chances and explosives

We find ourselves in silence Cassandra holding her breath-they’re everywhere. Closing her eyes she can hear him don’t move, stay down, and click the button. He had that stupid grin on his face the one he wore when he thought he was being clever. Without opening her eyes she clicks the button and exhales. Slowly opening her eyes she waits-don’t move be patient.
Her lips twitch she has all the time in the world. You just gotta remember people are people-especially at work. These guys, they won’t see you. It’s not like a movie. They’re trained, but bored.
Off in the distance she sees the chaos, the smoke black as night filling the air, and sirens, sirens everywhere! Her heart is pounding a bush and they won’t see a thing-hide in plain sight. Don’t complicate things-that’s how you live, how you survive, how you-
Footsteps get closer-two men. Probably Impact she thinks-a very good assumption. If they look closer, they’ll see her-they won’t.
“All clear over here.”
They don’t.
He’s behind her a few steps to her right almost parallel to her feet. She slows her breathing counting between each breath, fighting the urge.
“Yup.That bitch probably burned in the crash,” another agent responds, he’s parallel to her head. One long stride he’d step right on her face.
“Let’s keep at it. I don’t want to get mixed up in that,” he’s gesturing to the smoke, but she can’t see, “They sent out the big guns.”
“I hear you let’s go back to the wall, catch the end of the games” his partner interrupts, they’re already moving.
She keeps still. She’s got time. She’s got plans. Listening to them radio in the all clear before fading into the distance she sighs, but does not move. Lips painted black grow wide across her cheeks, she’s thinking retribution, she’s thinking vigilante justice. Vision of red paint her eyes over the smoky horizon.
“They’ll pay-they’ll all pay,” her words form breaths, making no sound.
Earlier today Bloody Mary thought she’d meet her maker. Turns out a lady with guns is much harder to kill. Black lips twitching she revels in second chances. She’s seething for vindication and thanks to Frank-The Widow Castillo is prepared to punish them all.

Blessed are the mourning

Her eyes wide as green paints her vision everything in the rearview is green!
“Frank baby! I’m not coming yet!” her mouth waters, twitches, as hysterics break. “I’m gonna get them-I’m gonna burn every motherfucker down!”
Sirens escape the toxic cloud, the red and blue lights prompting swift action with a bellowing cackle she hits the kill switch. Like a symphony the full complement sores across the sky taking out everything in every direction unfortunate enough to be on path. It’s not enough. She barrels through the streets crashing over cars leaving a wave of chaos in her wake.
First responders don’t know what to do, The Impact crew is in hot pursuit, and The Force seems to enter out of nowhere!
“Chase me motherfuckers! Chase me!” like a banshee she wails, her vision red.
Cassi wants them all. Our mourning mother is gonna blow the whole damn Nation up as her war truck reaches the district border. Letting out another cackle she hits the front artillery and the wall comes crashing down.
There’s a cost this time as several tires blow setting the truck to swerve. Keeping one hand on the wheel she grabs her pack.
“Let the games begin-let the fucking games begin!“
The truck veers off road barreling into the safe woodlands of the Harbor district. She locks the gas, grabbing the rosary off her rearview mirror before opening the door. In the distance ever closer she sees the next wall-it’s time.
Our girl pushes out of the cab as the timer finally pings her lips twitch into another hysterical fit-it worked-it all worked! Balling up before she hits the ground, rolling down the hillside, she escapes the final crescendo. The skies a beautiful display of fire like the Dark Ages 4th of July.
Mother Mary laughs continuing her descent, tumbling down, down, down.