#when she got jealous when i said sonic was my ride or die... 'i thought i was your ride or die' I LOVE YOUUUUUU GETTING JEALOUS OF A BLUE

[gorillaxyz]

GIRL she better text me tomorrow before i do nothing about it and think about her nonstop

[salty-dracon]

SAFuture- Unstoppable in His Fury

A visitor arrives at Genetika’s base in Chromesfield, and proceeds to start a fight. Bridget has to escape the base or risk being caught.

“Right on schedule.“ Genetika smiled at the man at the door. “Always such a gentleman, aren’t you?”

“Always.“ The man laughed quietly. 

“Well, come on in. My subordinates are always such good cooks. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to lately! Any progress with those wings of yours?“

“I’ve been doing quite a bit. Come, let’s talk over dinner.“

—-

Piano music reverberated throughout the lounge. Larkspur’s fingers tickled the keys. His eyes intensely followed a page of sheet music in front of him. Thaumas was creating and stacking little cards of ice. Typhon was reading a thick novel. Brid sat in place, fiddling with her staff. 

Bridget sighed. Her stomach rumbled. “So, let’s grab dinner-“

“No.“ Typhon interrupted her. Behind her, she heard Larkspur’s music stop. He sighed, and then began playing again.

“Why not?“

“She has a guest.“

“And we can’t disturb guests?“

Typhon shook his head. 

“Gotcha. Who is it?“

“Met him at a party.“

“Gotcha… “ Brid yawned. “God, I’m hungry, though… can’t we get, like, Bun Bun’s? Do they have those out here?“

“We’re out in the middle of nowhere,“ Larkspur grumbled. 

“How long until the guest is gone?“

“Few hours.“

“I told you to eat,“ Typhon said, turning his head towards hers. 

“Sorry I’m never hungry at convenient times.“ Bridget stood up. “That’s it. I’m driving to downtown.“

“I’m not letting you out of my sight.“ Typhon glared at her. 

“Ty, lay off.” Thaumas bumped Typhon’s head. “Envy, I’ll cook you whatever you want. I’m a really good cook. Right, Larkspur?”

Larkspur stopped playing again. “He’s not bad.” He resumed, with a different song. 

“Besides, every man needs to know how to make himself taste good.“

“Smooth,“ Brid conceded, after a short, confused, pause.

—-

“Rubicon City, then?“ the man asked, with a hint of curiosity in his voice. “The city of no return?”

“Of course. Rubicon City’s lost its old splendor, but there are far too many who don’t want it taken away from them. I think it would be a perfect debut. Besides, the irony of the city of no return… never returning? Oh, wouldn’t that be just perfect?“

“Your devilry knows no bounds, Empress.“ 

“Oh, you flatter me!“ 

“What do your subordinates think? I’m sure at least one of them has ties to the city.“ The man stood up. Behind him, a woman with dog ears took his empty plate away. 

“They don’t care at all, really. The cities were cruel to them, and they’ll be happy to see it all crash down.“

“And what do you plan to do with your prisoners? They certainly can’t be a true part of the Empire, can they?“ He slowly walked over to her, tracing the tablecloth with his finger. 

“Maybe. You’d be surprised how many ex-superheroes there are these days. I can offer them life in exchange for their service.“

“You only deal in the most precious of currencies, don’t you, Empress?“ The man laughed. “Quite frankly, I’m jealous.“ He sat on top of the table, tracing Genetika’s chin with his hand. “You absolutely irresistable beauty.“

“You flatter me too much, Angel. How many have you seduced with your silver tongue?“

“Men, women, and children, beyond your wildest imagination. Come, I’ll give you a demonstration.“ Angel motioned for a guard to come closer. He whispered a command into the guard’s ear. The guard walked behind Genetika, with a stern look on his face.

“I have a daughter, you know,“ he said, with a smile on his face. “A beautiful girl of twenty-eight. The light of my life. The day she disappeared, I promised myself something.“

“What did you promise her?” Genetika asked, gazing at him. 

“That I’d kill anyone who stood between us.“ He snapped his fingers. 

“You’d- gh!“ Genetika’s eyes bulged as the guard shoved his spear through her body. A few seconds later, he pulled it out. Genetika’s body dropped to the floor, dead.

“Kill yourself to hide the evidence,“ he commanded to the guard. Without hesitation, the guard stabbed the spear through his own neck. 

“Where are you, my little rose thorn?“ 

“You traitor!“ Angel heard a door slam open. Another clone of Genetika entered, with a scowl on her face. “For someone who calls life ‘precious’, you’ve got some nerve taking mine.“

“Don’t get me wrong, Empress. I appreciate life. I don’t appreciate fiends who toy with it.“

“I thought you loved me!“

“Of course, Empress. I just love my Swan more. Now, where is she?“

“And why would I tell you?“

“The foundation of your power is life. As long as you have another body to transfer your memories into, you cannot be killed. However, your bodies die off quickly, requiring you to prepare a new batch every month. Each generation is grown in a circulating gel medium that is shared among all clones of that generation. If one were to poison the medium, well… “ Angel smiled. “You’ve seen my ability to turn your guards traitor.“

“You silver-tongued asshole. Very well.“ Genetika pressed a com in her ear. “Ty. Bring the girl here. Someone wants to see her.” 

—-

A delicious smell was emanating from the residential kitchen. Thaumas was stirring a frying pan of rice vegetables, while Brid was cutting up cilantro.

“Okay, now add the black beans to the rice, and a pinch of salt… Brid, add the cilantro.”

“Got it.“ Brid dumped a fistful of chopped cilantro into the pot. Thaumas stirred the mixture, added some red-colored spice, and then put the lid on top. “There. We let that cook for a few minutes, and we’ll have dinner.“

“Sweet.“ 

“It’ll taste good, I think.“ He laughed. “But not as good as I do.“

“Now you’re just overdoing it.“

Thaumas laughed. “You know, that offer’s still open. We don’t usually get human-”

Suddenly, Typhon walked in. He sniffed the air loudly. 

“Smells good… Envy, we need to leave. Someone is here to see you. They murdered the Empress and claim they’ve poisoned a generation of clones.“

“The Angel?“

“A man. He was looking for his daughter.“

“That’s him, yeah.“

“Thaumas, help her escape into the north woods. I’ll handle the rest.“

“Come on.“ Thaumas grabbed Brid’s wrist and pulled her into the staff kitchen. 

—-

“Typhon, what has taken you so long?!“ Genetika shouted. Around the ballroom, three of her bodies lay dead. 

“I apologize. I can’t find her.“

“What do you mean, you can’t-“

Angel smiled. “Where is she? Is she hiding?”

“I believe she’s escaped.“

“You believe? How and where?“

“She was cooking. She must have been alerted to your coming and-“

“What was she cooking?“

“Pardon?“

“What was she cooking?“

“Fried rice.“

“My Bridget’s a terrible cook. She tends to burn rice. Either you’re lying, or she had assistance with the meal. Is this assistant helping her escape?“

“And if he were?“

“Then I search for him. Assuming she’s on foot, she won’t be hard to find.“

“You’re forgetting that I’m your obstacle.“ Typhon cracked his knuckles. “She told me you were afraid of fire.“

“Typhon-“ Genetika shouted. “Typhon, just tell him where the girl is! Who’s with her?!“

“Empress, I think you should take care of your clones.” Typhon twisted the dial on his harness. “I’m not willing to lose a valuable member of the Ascended Empire.“

“Typhon, listen to me. Tell him where the girl is, and who’s with her.“

“You can figure that out yourself.” Typhon clenched his fists. Red scales began to protrude out of his skin, and his face changed shape. A few seconds later, he lunged at Angel with a roar. 

—-

“You’re not cold, are you, Envy?“ Thaumas asked. 

“No, I’m good, thanks.“ Bridget’s body was covered in a light frost. They both ran through the woods, Bridget a little ahead of Thaumas. “Just get me to the highway, and I’ll figure it out from there.”

“Where are you headed next?“

“You said Val was holed up in Cricket Springs, right? That’s where I’m headed.“

“Val? Who’s Val?“ Thaumas asked. “Ohhh, your friend!“

“Here we are.“ Bridget burst out onto the lawn between the forest and the highways. The frost around her body dissipated. 

“Do you want me to go with you?“ he asked. “Just in case he comes after you?“

“He’s stronger than you are. Believe me, he’d kill you.“ Brid walked up to the road and stuck her thumb out. 

“You sure? I make a great traveling companion.“ He touched her shoulder and traced it up to her neck. “What’s a road trip without a little fun, right, babe?” 

“This is serious, but thanks anyway.“ Brid flashed a smile at him. In front of her, a car moved into the breakdown lane. 

The driver lowered his window. “You two looking for a ride?” It was a muscular-looking woman with a furry dog in the passenger’s seat. 

“Just one,“ Bridget said. 

“Where you headed?“

“Cricket Spring, Kentucky.“

“I can take you as far as Gloryville, West Virginia.“

“That sounds good.“

“Hop in, then.“ The woman glanced at Thaumas. “You aren’t coming?“

“Nope.“

“All right then. Hop in, and let’s go.“ 

Bridget climbed into the backseat of the car. Immediately, the dog jumped onto her lap and began licking her face. She waved to Thaumas as the car drove away. 

—-

With a mighty yell, Angel charged at Typhon, holding his sword up. Typhon raised his arm up and stopped the blade from hitting his face. He grabbed Angel and threw him into a wall. 

“Not strong enough.“ Typhon cracked his neck. “Come at me again. I won’t hesitate to burn you down.“

“You’ll go to any lengths to keep her away from me, won’t you?“ Angel croaked. 

“She knows you’re dangerous. The Empire has enough power to destroy you if they want. Besides, you’re an old man who refuses to get with the times. That’s what she called you.“

“I may be an old man, but I willingly defend my children.“ Angel stood up and smiled. “Why should I fight with you when my little angel isn’t under your direct protection? By the way, don’t you have a boyfriend? Where is he?“

“Your business is with me, Angel.“

“Oh, I see how it is.“ Angel’s eyes burned a hypnotic red. In a flash of red light, Angel burst through a glass window on one side of the mansion. A sonic boom sent the glass shards flying against the walls of the room.

—-