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I miss the
days, battling it out with Heroes.
I don't
know if my love for Fight One is Enough. What should I do? What would you do?
All of
this pressure.
Just to
make it to Northern Xposure. Shane Clemmens. HADES on EARTH: ONE Bronwen falls out of the back of a van and rolls across the street under a truck. She’s nearly been caught for good twice and Jaggar is not the sort to wait around for a second chance. She pushes her self up and crawls to the end of the truck wishing she had a gun. “Fuck you Shane.” Bronwen growls as she slides out from under the truck. She stands up and looks downt he street. The van is gone and the coast is clear. She runs down the row of cars until she finds an open one. “There she be!” Bronwen says, hoping inside. Bronwen ducks down as Jagger passes by in the Van from before. Her heart jumps into her throat. “I’d give anything for a gun right now.” Bronwen mulls it over, “Where the fuck are ye Shane?” The van stops right beside the car Bron jacked and the window rolls down. Jagger sniffs the air and flicks out a cigarette. The window rolls back up as it drives on. Bronwen lets out a sigh of relief but is shocked when she turns to her right to see Till smiling back at her. “Hello there my love.” Till mutters. Bronwen throws open the driver’s door and falls out on her ass. She takes a double take look inside the car—Till is nowhere to be seen. Bronwen gets to her feet and sees the Van flipping a bitch out of the corner of her eye. She slides back into the car and feverishly hot wires it. The van flies up the side of the car taking off the driver’s side door. Finally the engine turns over and Bron slams it into reverse and lets the tires smoke. The big old Lincoln she stole smashes the car behind it and the V8 roars as she makes it fly out onto the road. “Reckon we’ll have us some demolition derby?” Bronwen smiles, catching the Van as it turns around with a t-bone. The old Lincoln pushes the van right up onto the sidewalk. Bronwen puts the car into reverse and pulls the bumper off the thing as she goes. “Fuck!” Jagger screams, leaping out of the way as Bronwen pommels the van with the Lincoln a second time. The Lincoln barely wants to pull away from the Van this time. It drags the van sideways until it pulls itself free on the curb. The posi-rear end dual smokes as Jagger leaps onto the hood. “Don’t fight the inevitable Bronwen!’ Jagger spits against the windshield. “Get the fuck off my hood ye basterd!” Bronwen screams, turning on the windshield wipers. Jagger is thrown by this as Bronwen whips the Lincoln around. Jagger rolls off the hood. Bronwen slams it in drive and is confronted by Till, right in front of the car. “Oh I do love the chase!” Till sneers. “Fuck’s sakes.” Bronwen says, turning to look out the back window. Jagger pops into view but Bronwen plows right through him. The impact throws Jagger up onto the trunk. Till runs forward and leaps onto the hood of the Lincoln, caving in the hood. “Get off my CAR!” Bronwen yells. “Don’t fight me Bronwen! It will only make ME harder!” Till laughs. Till puts a fist through the window and grabs Bronwen by the front of her tank top. “Let me at those Tits darling!” Bronwen grabs Till’s hand and stuffs it in her mouth and bites down! Till pulls his hand back. “I like a biter!” Till winks, still clinging to the hood. Bronwen sends the Lincoln into a Rockford turn and slams on the gas but Till stays on. Jagger slips in through the open driver’s side door and grabs hold of Bronwen’s throat. Bronwen pulls away and Jagger grabs again, getting her by the hair. “Kicking and screaming or dead bitch! You’re getting fucked either way!” Bronwen leans to the side and sticks a boot right into Jagger’s face. He falls off the car and slams hard into the asphalt. “Fuck you to death!” Bronwen yells. Till puts another fist through the windshield but this time he grabs ahold of the steering wheel. He yanks it to the left sharply, sending the Car out of control. The Lincoln hits another parked car and goes over on its side, rolling over three times before it stops. Till’s right back to his feet. Bronwen rolls out of the wreckage, coughing up blood. She crawls through the broken glass, trying to get away from the smoldering car. Till walks up on her. “Are you going to give up?” Till asks. Bronwen pulls herself to her feet and tries to get away but Till pushes her down with a stiff boot. He steps over her and smiles towards the heavens. “Your precious Shane Clemmens is dead.” Till Growls, “You will now accept ME as your lover.” “Fuck you.” Bronwen coughs. She rolls over and slams a three inch wide shard of glass into Till’s thigh. “Oh, she has fight left.” Till smiles. “I would expect no less.” “Shane…” Bronwen says… “Shane is dead!” Till laughs. “It’s time to move on!” Jagger comes up beside Till. “mine.” Jagger says. Till takes Jagger by the scruff of his neck, “What was that?” “Mine!” Jagger repeats himself. Till lifts Jagger off the ground and tosses him back into the wrecked car. “Careful, peon.” Till turns his attention back to Bronwen, “Come. Let us talk.” Suddenly clouds take over the sky and frost begins to build all around them. Bronwen breathes out fog and clutches at her stomach, seizing up. “Oh I am going to enjoy bringing out your internal freak.” Till’s voice booms.
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