(Crap, I just finished writing my own action packed climax, less than an hour after NATE posted his. We could continue off either one, but I wanted to share...)
The door opened easily and the four descended into the basement. Nateli silently took the lead with a deadly ninja star in one hand and her katana in the other. Hartigan followed with his odd weapon ready and BE in his shadow. Jessica brought up the rear, shivering. None of them noticed the small light that started blinking as soon as they entered.
The basement smelled foul and there were far too many black stains across the floor and walls. It was empty, save for the chains and the silent screams of all who those who had died there. The stairs made no noise as Nateli climbed them, though they creaked a little under Hartigan’s bulk. It was a small noise though, he was younger and sprier then he should have been in the movie and his heart was still good. The anticipation built with each step and even Nateli’s hand trembled a little as she opened the door into the first floor of the house.
She rolled as she opened it. She had already turned as invisible as she could and the roll presented the lowest profile. The kitchen she was in was also empty though she thought she heard something somewhere. It could have been a mouse, but she was wound so tightly that she lunged in its direction. There was nothing there but a door. She had a bad feeling that it lead to a dinning room where there were heads mounted on the wall. What had she been thinking? They could have torched the place from a distance and shot at anyone who came running out. Now they were walking into what could well be a trap. There was another door to the room and she motioned Hartigan to go through it a few seconds after she went through hers. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that no one on the other side of the door was real.
Nateli leaped through the door and instinct guided her hand. Two shuriken flew into the barrels of guns, jamming them. A half second later when they opened fire the two backfired, disabling two of the fifteen armed men in the room. Nateli was already behind cover and still moving.
Hartigan entered the other door and shot into the crowd of men. Some of them had taken cover of their own behind the overturned dinning table, but the rest were exposed. Two more of Roark’s special forces dropped, these ones turned into immobile plastic. His gun made no noise and they were already focused on the see-thru ninja so no one noticed as he slid behind an armchair. BE followed him and tossed the beads behind the table. She noticed one of the grunts stand up from his cover and put the necklace on with a smile as she dived behind a smaller table near Hartigan. They had noticed BE, and a hail of bullets rained down on that side of the room.
Two of the men without cover charged Nateli and she made short work of them with her sword. Her invisible forcefield went up in time to stop a few bullets from striking her, but she didn’t have the time to focus and use it offensively. As it was she felt the impact of the bullets through the shield. She dived for any cover she could find, knowing that they were outmatched and that more men could arrive at any moment.
Just then a burst of automatic weapons fire tore through the armchair at the other end of the room. Hartigan had poked up momentarily and taken down another of the hiding goons. Now he grunted in pain. BE called out his name and scrambled over to him. She held him as vivid red blood flowed from a half dozen wounds and cried out as he stopped moving.
Jessica had been petrified by the gunfire. She had been able to cope with the fantastic elements of what had happened to her, but this was too real. Now she was standing in the doorway and had a line of sight to BE and Hartigan. The fear in her vanished and was replaced by rage. A hot rage. Time seemed to slow. Bullet casings hit the floor and many eyes and guns slowly turned to focus on the unarmed woman walking boldly into the room. She spoke two words with more conviction than she’d ever said anything before, “Flame On!” The goons heard the words just before they felt the heat. Then the colors hit them. They were the most intense reds and yellows and oranges that they had ever seen. It was also the last thing they saw.
Within a few seconds the fireball had destroyed the whole side of the house and left the rest of the place smoldering. The flames still burned all around Jessica, but she couldn’t help feeling cold. To her left Nateli was picking herself up and massaging the places where the bullets hit her. She was bruised, but would be fine. Jessica looked over at BE and Hartigan’s body. The scene had changed slightly: Hartigan’s death had ended his wish and BE was no longer in love with him. She still felt sad at his loss, but she wasn’t consumed with a heart-wrenching grief. She wasn’t sure how she knew this, but she thought it must be part of the wish to know what was going on. The blood was still pounding in Jessica’s head and the fire roaring around her, but she heard something. It sounded distant and vaguely like someone shouting, “Look out!”
She turned, but it was too late. A beam of light struck her flaming body and she began to change. The fire around her burned brighter, then condensed into a red sequined dress with flame designs running across it. Her shoes had become six inch platform heels of the same color. Her breasts and ass expanded to fill out the dress to extreme proportions and her features changes slightly, accentuating her Latin heritage. She was left with flame red hair and lips and was a fiery Latin whore from head to toe.
Senator Jim Roark smiled at his handiwork. “There goes the actor, now time for the authors.”
Nateli’s mouth dropped open. She’d been through a lot to prevent this, but now Jessica Alba had become a whore. She almost missed Candace sneaking up on her side, in the door she had entered through. The other girl’s presence provided just enough distraction that when Jim fired at her Nateli didn’t have time to dodge. She swung her katana defensively and the beam of light ricocheted off of it and hit Candace. Already dressed as a whore, Candace changed a bit in body and a lot in mind. Nateli just smiled, now she could go Jedi on Jim’s ass. Then she looked at her sword, and noticed that she was holding a two foot long double-ended dong. “Crap,” she said as Jim laughed.
Then Jim’s laugh was cut off as he turned to plastic. The mannequin fell over harmlessly and BE stood up, de-animator gun in hand. The two authors looked at each other. “Is it over?” BE asked. They looked over at the whore who was Jessica Alba. She was checking her make-up in a mirror on the wall, oblivious to the head of a dead hooker hung a few feet above it. The three of them then felt an odd pulling sensation as their vision dissolved into static.
Meanwhile…
“Oui, Oui! I know where to find ze pussy you seek, monsieur Jim.” The young French maid gushed to her new master in breathy tones.
“It’s like I’ve always said; you get better results with a kind word and whore-creating ray gun than with just a kind word,” Jim grinned at his little joke.
Michelle simply nodded and followed the maid through the hotel.
Tue Dec 26 22:22:57 2006