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“What the fuck!” I screamed as bullets tore through the van. I dove for the floor and covered my head with my hands.
Dani screamed too, but Lilith was silent. She kept going, never stopping, never even faltering against the avalanche of lead pounding into them. Abruptly the firing stopped, and I poked my head up to see what the hell was going on.
The van was still accelerating, and was a good hundred feet from what looked like a giant lion chick armed with an assault rifle. With a flick, the magazine popped out of the bottom of the rifle, and a new one was being inserted. The lion chick brought the rifle to her shoulder and looked like she was about to unleash hell for a second time.
A loud beep from a car horn was all the warning anyone had before a white Mercedes plowed into the lion chick from the direction of the school. The collision looked pretty fucked up. The car wrapped around the lion chick like she was a tree until whatever magical strength she had rooting her in place was overcome. Then, she was thrown through the air and into a cornfield that butted up to the road.
Without the lion chick to stop the cars forward momentum, the Mercedes fishtailed and smashed its trunk into the police jeep idling on the side of the road. The jeep wasn’t badly damaged, but it would need some serious body work. On the other hand, the white, German luxury vehicle was totaled. Lilith slammed on the breaks and brought the van to a sudden stop next to the car.
Xamira ripped herself out of the driver’s seat and half collapsed against the side of the van. She had several cuts, and a broken arm with shiny, white bone sticking through her mocha flesh, but she was alive. I didn’t know if I could say the same for the lion chick.
“Dani,” Lilith handed something silver to the dwarf and she jumped out and ran to the lion chick’s prone body. The dwarf returned a moment later with a nod. “Take the wheel,” Lilith instructed, as she crawled into the back and Xamira took the passenger seat. She’d also grabbed the cop’s rifle and was checking the magazine.
“We look like something straight out of a slasher flick,” I shook my head.
The van was full of bullet holes. The windshield was gone. Lilith and I were naked and bloody. Xamira was battered and partially broken, and Dani looked like she was about to puke. When Lilith described her harem to me, this was not what I had in mind.
“Tough shit,” I told myself.
You had to live with the hand life dealt you, and right now, that meant I was stuck in a shot-up van with three amazing women. I might just be a poor, townie kid; but I couldn’t complain about my life being boring anymore.
Above all, I was alive. If I had anyone to thank for that, it was them.
“Let’s get out of here,” I told Xamira. We might have taken down the lion chick, but we still had a lot of running to do.
About the Author
This is his first published novel under this pen name, and he looks forward to making many more. He doesn’t like to talk about himself a lot, so he’ll leave it at that.
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