Condition Evolution 2: A LitRPG / Gamelit Adventure by Sinclair, Kevin (black female authors txt) 📗

fuck would we not have this place rigged to blow?” I shouted back. “This was our last stand. Our last defense against you dickheads. This whole supply room’s filled with all the bombs we could find. I can’t believe you don’t think we’d use such a final option.”

“You would die too. Why would you even contemplate such a thing?” said the first voice that had spoken.

“You really are stupid,” I shouted. “If we let you take us, then eventually after all the torture you will kill us. Now, if we blow this joint, at least we take you motherfuckers out with us.”

That was when I felt the first mental attack. My legs went dead. Luckily, I was already lying down. I quickly went to my Mindscape to discover Gigantor was there in my nerve control room. He had his back to me, and I could make out the beautiful, deadly axe on his back. I got the sense it was looking back at me, which was of course ridiculous, but I gave it a little salute anyway.  Why it had become such an obsession for me? I clearly had my hands full just trying to staying alive.

He must have sensed something as he turned to face me, surprise registering on his face. “You have transcended? Very interesting for an animal,” he boomed out in his crazy-deep voice.

“Aren’t all humans descended from you asshats? I thought we were only limited because you jackasses made it that way?” He walked towards me as I talked, and I walked backwards.

I mean, this bastard was huge. Like maybe, seven and-a-half to eight-foot huge. If he weighed less than five hundred pounds, I’d be shocked, and there was no fat to be seen on him either.

“You aren’t worthy of such power. Your ancestors proved this thousands of years ago. Your transcending is a mistake. One which I will rectify now.” He reached over his shoulder for his axe, pulling it forth with startling speed, and in that same fluid motion swung it at me in a tight controlled arc. The range was terrifying. I didn’t think he’d reach me with it, but he more than did.

I dodged under the blade and somehow survived. Though, I felt the air pressure change as it passed over my scalp. The Fystr’s face showed that he couldn’t believe I dodged. I didn’t think the surprise would slow him, though, so I threw myself as far back as I could out of his way. It was completely the right move as he reversed his sweep and came straight back in with another vicious cut.

I figured I had seconds left to live and was just about to leave my own Mindscape when I saw Ember appearing from out of nowhere behind him, new sword in hand. Without hesitation she stabbed it into his neck. His eyes closed and I expected him to dematerialize, but he didn’t. Ember brought the sword up for another attack. He tried to bring the axe up but couldn’t. She hit him hard in the arm.

I tried to imagine my axes as I approached him, but they didn’t appear. With nothing else to offer, I jumped forward, and in mid-flight used a push kick on his elephant-like knee. It gave me trajectory, pushing myself further into the air and I managed to get another kick off to his head. I felt like Van Damme when I landed, and he went over like a felled redwood.

Not taking any chances, I dove on top of him and grabbed him round the throat. I squeezed for everything I was worth until he finally stopped moving. Ember touched me on the shoulder. “He’s done, Shaun. Come on. Let's go.”

I was shaken, but I had enough of my wits about me to try and take the axe with me. Grabbing it, I felt a surge of joy. We both quickly returned to our normal state. I was devastated to find the axe hadn’t come with me.

“How have you done this!” a voice screamed, almost hysterically, from the doors. You could hear there was a definite loss of composure. “Was it Ogun who made you capable of this? No matter. Surrender is no longer an option for you. Jotun was a shining light of the Fystr race. Your stories end here.”

“Who gives a shit? You need to back the fuck off now and leave us alone. We’ll blow this place. That much I promise you,” I shouted back.

“That is never going to happen. Though I won’t risk more of my people on some fool’s errand. Let this room be your tomb. Here you can stay until you starve. If you do try to leave this room, fear not, we will be waiting for you. Sarius, lock this door.”

A moment later we heard those same doors close with finality. Ember waved her hand to get my attention and whispered over to me, “I can’t believe that bloody worked!”

We both climbed back down to congratulate Gus on his crazy plan coming to fruition.

On the second day Gus managed to get the doors open. Somehow, the Fystr were all waiting. None of us were stupid enough to be standing in front of them, so an easy kill for the Fystr wasn’t in the offing. We had to retreat back to our little base. Sitting, hoping, and praying.

By the next day we were on our last legs. Hunger was bad, but it was always the dehydration that would get you first. As big an issue as it was for us, poor Mick had already lost a lot of blood. He was in a really bad way. If I had to put a number on it, I’d give him a few hours at best. Gus couldn’t even cry over him, on account of how badly dehydrated we were.

On the fourth day of the siege, all of our prayers to our various unknowable gods were answered. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, delirious, or whatever. But Ember, who