Impulse by P.S. Power

Author:P.S. Power [Power, P.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BluA
Publisher: Orange Cat Publishing
Published: 2014-07-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter six

Bridget thought the blast tickled at first, until she realized that the air was still burning as she took a breath. That didn't exactly hurt, like she would have suspected, but she'd been running too fast and using so much energy that she couldn't help it. There was no sense of relief from the lungful of chaos that she got either. The fire greedily used most of the air before she had a fair chance at it.

In her arms, well, there was nothing left, except a bit of charring flesh where once there had been a woman. The explosion could have left bits of blood and brains all over the place, but it hadn't. By some strange chance, the woman had nearly vaporized. Just like most of her clothing. Her jeans, which had seen a good bit of wear on the run over anyway, had failed at the seams, and her thin t-shirt was gone as well. Her tiny bra and underwear had been cute, but not designed to take that kind of punishment. That meant she was standing there, still on fire, wearing nothing at all. Except for the flames, which died away once the fuel was gone. Her hair was fine however. Unlike a certain bald woman she knew, her hair and nails didn't melt.

When Marcia was blown up, hers would have burned off. With Bridget it was different. Rather than be left bald all over, she was left with the hair on her head, eyebrows, lashes and a nice mound of pubic hair that matched, showing that she didn't dye anything. It would also let the pervs of the world know that she wasn't a kid. In all, that was a thing she decided she could live with. It was bad enough to be on all those porn web-sites that catered to people like that. Being their dream girl was a little too much.

After all, she was sixteen, not twelve or thirteen. Not that anyone in the world would care about that. She'd probably be taken to task in the press for being caught nude, too.

Because the media loved the Infected.

There was a sense of desperation, due to the lack of air, but she managed to move back a few steps, and not breathe again until the horrid pain in her lungs subsided. She wasn't armored in there, so sucking in flames meant having to heal. That would mean a cost in food later, too.

The healing didn't take long, and like it or not, as painful as it was, she started to gasp as soon as she could, taking in a nifty amount of smoke as she did. That and charred terrorist.

She looked down to see that her feet were bare, too. In that way she matched now. Totally without covering, standing in front of twenty video cameras, all of them trained on her. Which meant they missed the second bomb carrying woman coming up behind them.

No doubt the plan had been to go for them, Marcia and her, after the first blast had softened them up.

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