The getaway

Wind blowing from the open side of the building we find The Grey, black hair floating, black lips framing a wild grin as she pulls a new toy. Double doors open click “BURN IT ALL DOWN!” The sound of the flame thrower obscures the wail, but the stream connects with the remaining heads. Cassi keeps moving, flame on, everything that catches it-blazing. Everyone who thought they’d live-dead. Our combat boot, camo pant hottie burst into the stair well walking down a trail of fleeing bodies, everyone went boom, and then no one could breathe. She’s grinning black lips safely encased protected from any residual gases. The flame still bright she maneuvered skillfully down, down, down to the basement where worried eerie silence meets her. Nothing could be heard but the sounds of her boots and torch-it’s too be expected but still a surprise. Puffing away on her stogie she makes a swift move to her hidden weapon.

“Let’s ride baby! Let’s ride!” She laughs wildly hopping into the drivers seat of a modified armored war truck. “Didn’t think I’d get this far” she muses corners of her lips twitching.
Running black nails over the control panel feeling that blood lust boil. Engine on, one hand gripping wheel, other hand flicking the blades on, one boot slamming to ground, and her beast barrels forward.

Breaking through the basement walls Cassi’s war machine meets sunlight as tires meet sky, the angle of exit sending them airborne. As she watches blue sky turn to city scape turn to city streets Cassi grinds boot to pedal. The war truck’s wheels unfortunately-or fortunately depending on who you ask-burn out over police bodies, cars and at least two faces.
“Catch me motherfuckers! Catch me!” She bellows like a demon slamming thumb into red button one. Heat sinking missiles launch from the trucks bed, even Impacts air patrol suffers casualties as the grey burns down the Marina Districts main street.

The Impact

Everything is shiny. Bright and shiny. Everything is clean. It’s time to blow something up.

This sunny afternoon we find our darling Cassi Castillo, newly dubbed The Grey by Mrs. Cindy Owens,  packing. Yes, our little killer is ready to play.
Boots hit the ground one at a time as she enters the spinning glass. Once around-everything is set. She sees red. Again around then out.

Two security guards greet her eyes turning wide in a breath. Her guns are already out and now, now there are zero security guards. Through the metal detectors triggering alarms-the real fire power comes out. From behind pillars decorating the lobby and from balconies from the floor above click all visible, all guns drawn.
“Drop-”
Laughing like a manic she pulls a detonator black nailed thumb presses boom balconies, and pillars come crashing down. Guns go off but our girls ahead of the game. Boots hit marble floor as the dust of explosions and gun fire fill the space. “Everybody’s dying today boys! Everybody’s gonna die!” she cackles reaching the elevator as the police run into sight-someone on the outside rung the fuzz. Gotta wonder-nope she’s got that covered. Painted fingers find the street detonator, button go down-pigs burn.

Ping.

Elevator doors open. She enters black lips itching at ears “Frank baby I’m gonna get every last one. Every last mother fucking one.” up, up, up  each floor brings out another detonator. 14 floors and every support beam and wall intact Frank taught baby real good.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Then the elevator slows to a stop ping doors open to an orderly evacuation line-to the elevator? Bullets fly, blood splatter coats our girl, ping doors close.

Dropping the empties she punches her thigh two floors go boom. Near salivating she thinks of the emergency exits and those beautifully narrow stair wells! Her mouth twitches and the hysterics begin.

Ping.

Top floor. Doors open boots hit carpet and bullets begin to fly “not gonna stop until everybody’s dead!” Laughing and twirling at random intervals the grey makes her way to the boss. The plan worked beautifully leaving every head and their busy bees completely unaware of the chaos. All still buzzing now shocked, some dead. Men and women drop to the floor, scrambling into offices as explosive boom triggered by unlucky movement. Some of the heads-those elite bastards of Impact are still breathing, but she keeps moving.

Double doors meet her boot slamming open. Impacts boss is already standing, bullets flying for Cassi’s pretty little head. Boom. There goes the boss, his desk, and the side of the building. Double doors swing close. Our lady instantly drops the rocket launcher and pulls a cigar. Only a moment to savor the kill, she turns round-the doors swing open. Franks voice in her ear, once to target, twice to kill.

Preparing for war

Her life in ruin Cassi Castillo is out for blood. Driving down the highway truck bed filled with toys, visions of blood, her daughter’s laughter and the sound of her name from his lips plaguing her thoughts “Frank… you bastard” she growls “you killed us all” black lips curl into a manic smile. “You killed us all baby!” pedal kisses floor as she takes a sharp right off the highway into the woods. “Somebody’s gonna die baby! A lot a somebody’s gonna die!” her brown eyes wide with rage. Two well worked well manicured hands clutch the wheel as the truck spins out. Enjoying the ride our little thrill seeker’s grin breaks into hysteria as the radio clicks on- “leaving both bodies behind Cassandra ‘Cassi’ Castillo fled the scene. She is considered armed and extremely dangerous citizens in the Marina District and surrounding areas are asked to use caution and call emergency services if you see anything out of the ordinary. Authorities are asking that anyone with any information contact-” fist hits the stereo off as the truck halts. At her destination the grey begins to build preparing for war and mayhem. “Frank baby, I’m gonna make you proud” her ear perks, a green flicker catches her eye, a rocket launcher in reach. One missile, one target, big boom.
“I’m gonna make them pay!” her eyes a lit with the light of the planes burning remains.

The creation of a heroine

Running frantically up the stairs she knows she’s too late, but how late? Reaching the top she gets to see Frank fall the sound of a bullet lingering, the lighting-perfection. Black painted lips wail “FRAAAANK!” ignoring his teachings she leaps to his corpse screaming his name over and over again until-
“Cassi?” Junior Castillo gasps starring into the pain filled eyes of his brothers wife. With the face of somebody whose been lied too “she-she’s not suppose…”
His partners eyes narrow through shades lifting his gun toward his victim-ain’t nobody got time for this shit. She knows. Fight or flight-this songbird is not about to die. “All targ-” his words cut off as she takes his gun. One bullet, two bullet, both men dead. Silence. Looking to the playpen her child covered in red.