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The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger

Date: 11/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 86.8, Source: sexstories.com

had gone wrong today. Britney knew this was all Burke's fault. I'll rip out his entrails and feast on them if Phillipa dies! “Shit, Wilson's down!” a cop shouted. “How long on back-up, Frank?” Donnar called back. Britney peered around the trunk, her wall of water was still undulating and she could make out the Detective and the other cop crouching behind the damage lead car. “One minute!” “You hear that, Britney!” Donnar shouted. “You're a smart girl. You have to know that every cop in Puyallup and Pierce County is hauling ass for here. I don't care how you're controlling the water, you'll be cornered and die.” Britney didn't answer, a plan formed in her mind. “Think about that poor girl bleeding out behind you. Your girlfriend is dying. Do you want that?” “No!” she hissed. Her blood boiled. She had to end this. She guided the water wall to her, adding more and more, forming a thick shield of water in front of her as she charged over the cop car. The shocks squeaked and the metal crumpled as she ran across the trunk and roof. She leaped to the second car. “Fuck!” Frank hollered, his gun barking. Bullets struck her wall of water, cavitation bubbles rippling in the bullets' wake. But her wall was thick enough, the bullets slowing so much they hit Britney with the force of a thrown rock, bruising the Rakshasa. She leaped and landed on the ruined cop car, looming over Donnar and Deputy Frank. She could smell the fear on both of them. She threw the wall of water at ... Franks, crushing him to the ground beneath the waters weight as she launched at Donnar. His gun barked. Pain flared in shoulder. She crashed into the Detective, her katar taking him in the belly. Donnar grunted as he landed on his back, Britney falling on him. She twisted her katar in his gut. “You shot her!” she hissed. “You shot my Phillipa!” He coughed and sputtered, his hand twitching, then he fell still. Pain burned in her left shoulder. The bullet was lodged against her shoulder bone. She ignored the pain, ripping her katar out. In the distance, sirens approached. More cops. She forced down the pain and walked to the unmarked cop car and ripped open the back door. Kyle lay unconscious in the back, a sheet of blood covering his face from a wound on his temple. He still breathed, his face pale-olive. The cops hadn't even bothered to give him first aide. She unbuckled his seat belt and tried to pull him out with one arm. “Shannon!” she shouted. “I need help!” The cop cars were roaring towards them as Shannon ran over, her face pale. They screeched to a halt behind the SUV. Two cars, the cops spilling out, aiming shotguns at them. Despair filled Britney. She was shot, her left arm useless, blood pouring out of her. “Sorry, Kyle.” She slumped down as Shannon ran up. “What are we going to do?” Shannon asked, her face pale. “I fight,” Britney growled, forcing herself to stand. She was a warrior. She was going to die swinging her blade. “Surrender to the cops once I fall.” ...