#1-- Attack on Frost Enterprises

Attack on Frost Enterprises
Part Eight


Creed counted, Jared was out of bullets, he hoped the boy thought to bring more and made the decision, as he sliced through the first guard, that Jared needed something else to fight with, guns were for pussies. The second guard provided to be a bit more fun than the first as he ran screaming at the top of his lungs in the opposite direction. Creed bolted after him before he could alert anyone else on the floor and pounced, going feral for the moment, he roared his success as he tore the man to shreds.

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Jared quickly reloaded his gun and spun the barrel around before clipping it shut again, pleased with the full feel of his weapon. Concentrating on Adrienne again, he though, ’Oh we’re fine… What are you still doing in the building? You know he’s going to yell when he finds out.’ He couldn’t help but smile at the brotherly tone, even through his thoughts, and wondered if the animorph had caught it. ’Stay safe and get you butt out of here.’

Shaking off the weird feeling, Jared quirked a brow at Creed before stepping over a few bodies and made his way to the door, which he poked his head through. The hallway was clear, and he couldn’t hear anyone else on this floor. Turning back to the leader, Jared waited patiently against the door frame, kicking a corps’ head away from his shoes before it bled all over him and thought about shooting it’s eye out but figured it’d be a waste of bullets and a little over-kill.

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Creed finished tearing the corps to shreds and looked up at the boy, his eyes only registering the pulse running though Jared’s neck. He shook his head clear, trying to focus and finally did. Climbing to his feet, covered in blood, he moved toward Jared, stopping only inches from his face with his own and sniffed. He studied the boy for a few moments before saying quietly, “let’s go,” and walking though the open doorway into the hall, slowly making his way to where they would enter the lower floor and retrieve the disks.

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Jared blinked twice, unsure of what he was supposed to do while Creed stared down at him like that, a powerful creature covered in blood and not looking at all satiated; and he couldn’t remember the last time he had been so thoroughly aroused. It took Jared a moment to realize that the staring contest was actually over and he had to hurry to catch up with the feral. This time, however, Jared decided to walk beside creed rather than behind. Running in to well built men was fun sometimes, but he didn’t think the other man would appreciate him groping his ass. “You think that was all of them?” He asked quietly, keeping his voice low in case there were more, but in order to talk low and still be heard they had to walk closer together.

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“On this floor, yes.” He answered, his voice a bit gruffer than before. So, the kid liked him. This was interesting. Lost in thought Creed nearly missed the turn off to the air quality room. “Damn.” He growled as they entered the small room and tore the airshaft open, it was true enough that the vents were big enough to accommodate them, but he could smell the guards down stairs, there had to be at least thirty. He turned to the kid in all seriousness, “There’s a lot of ‘em, not sure how many. I’m going first, if it gets to bad, I want you to find the nearest window and get the hell out, got it?” again, it wasn’t a question.

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Before he could stop himself his hand was on Creed’s lower arm to stop the man and he wore a puzzled look. “What about you? You can’t fly.” It was simply put and he tried to make it sound as less of a threat as he could. But no matter how much he may have been using the other mutant (probably just as much as Creed was using him), Jared didn’t feel comfortable leaving the other in such a situation alone. “I could go first and divert their attention- you know, a flying target? Then you get them when they’re not looking.”

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Jared glared as the man disappeared down the air vent, but the look lessened when gunfire echoed back up to him. Cursing Creed to every hell imaginable, he jumped in after the feral- coming out into utter chaos.

There must have been at least forty guards present, and the angel didn’t know who’s ass to kick first. But the decision was taken from him when three men shot directly above his head and to the left. “No need to be greedy, boys- I’ll give y’all an equal dose of this angel’s lovin’,” he smirked and veered right and then raced forward to sweep one up in his arms and the other two were bated away with his wings with a strong under-stroke. The neck between his hands was quickly snapped and he moved on to the next mindless drone. Within five minutes seven guards lay dead on the floor, three from shots to the skulls, and the other’s necks snapped. For some reason the neck was Jared’s personal favorite, and instead of cocking his gun and shooting the man that ran at him now, he instead out stepped the older man and delivered a swift blow to the collar with the blunt of his gun. The guard crumpled to his knees and lay gasping on the floor when Jared did shoot him through the back of the head, and the corpse of this guard joined his brethren.

Jared was just about to turn and find out how Creed was doing when a weight landed on top of the angel and he fell to the ground as two very strong arms wrapped around his own airway, his gun knocked out of his hand by another guard who stood over him with his own rifle pointing at Jared’s forehead.

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Once he hit the ground, Creed bolted toward the gunfire, dodging some of the bullets, but taking the lion’s share without slowing down. It was a furry of claws and teeth accented by roar after roar as he tore off heads and various limbs from bodies. He heard Jared hit the ground, but hadn’t the time to stop and check on the boy, the room he needed was mere feet away and he wasn’t turning back now. Diving though three more guards, tearing deep into their sides as he passed, spilling their intestines into a heap on the floor, Creed made it to the computer room he needed and scurried around for a few moments as the guards formed a tactical attack outside the room’s door. He found what he had come for and loading it up into a small brief case he located, made for the door again, tearing and ripping his way out. It was slow going trying to find Jared through the blood bath, but they had what they needed and it was time to get out.

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These creatures had been annoying when he was a child and had to take their bullshit, and they were worse when his mutation had actually blossomed as a teenager, and now… Now they were unbearable, trying to capture him! De-evolved fucking primates! Filthy little maggots, touching him- who the hell did they think they were?!

Letting his rage boil up inside of him, Jared let his body relax a little, luring the guard into a false sense of security and try to tighten his grip around his shoulders, before letting years of pent up rage loose on the poor men. His wings extended at lightening speeds, snapping the guard’s wrists, and he whirled around and grabbed the other man’s gun by it’s tip and pulled it away from his body as it was fired, blasting through another man’s knee cap and making quite a mess. Grabbing the rifle from the terrified guard, Jared decided he didn’t like the kick of firing one off anymore and instead stuck it through its previous owner’s chest cavity. He hissed in pleasure as warm blood ran over a part of the rifle sticking out of the almost lifeless body, and his hands became coated in the substance. He would have liked to play with it further, completely enjoying the power he now felt coursing through his veins, but the sounds of more gunfire brought his mind back into consciousness and he threw the body to the side.

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It happened in a flash and Creed was proud of the boy, but had little time to bask in it as a familiar sound came from the hallway he had planed for their escape. The whining sound of an engine or a… fuck! Who were these guys and where did they get a flamethrower?! Creed bolted for Jared, it was time to get the fuck out. He grabbed the boy mere seconds before the torch went off, guards were screaming in agony as they caught on fire. “Fuck, they’re killin’ their own?!” Creed growled as he landed them both harshly behind a desk in a small office. Thankfully it was a window office, but the flames radiating overhead were enough to keep them trapped as the sprinklers started going off.

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“What the-” Jared was wrapped in arms, which he knew would not cause him any harm (not tonight, at least), and let himself be drug away from his pile of kills with a little remorse. There was nowhere to put them, but he would have liked a few souvenirs. But a moment later those bodies were a flaming pile of charring flesh and he had to hold his nose to keep from gagging. As they crashed through the door Jared dimly noted that it was a very nice office before they dove under a desk and an all-encompassing heat overwhelmed the room, followed by water works. The cool water returned Jared to his senses and he stared in horror down at his hands. “What… the… fuck?”

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Sizing up the time the thrower had left, Creed knew they would be toast before they got out. “Relax kid, you were in a bit of a rage… we need to get the hell out of here and I need your head on straight.” It never occurred to Creed that he was still clutching the boy in his protective arms. “I’m gonna smash the window and you’re gonna fly out, got it?” again he asked what wasn’t a question, this was becoming habit. Finally letting go of the boy, Creed jumped to his feet, hissing as the fire seared him and smashed the window out with both fists, it took two hits before it shattered out ward and the flames found their escape. Falling to the floor quickly, Creed rolled a bit to put himself out and hissed again, fire fucking hurt like a bitch. “All right, you still with me kid? Gonna make you a space, and you need to go when I yell, got it?” he slipped the briefcase into Jared’s hand and standing once more, Creed grabbed the desk chair and threw it at the man holding the flamethrower, causing the flames to stop momentarily. “Now kid, go!” he yelled.




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