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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-08-23 08:01 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-08-23 08:01 am
Earth Dimension [Unknown]; 08/23.
The landscape stretched out arid and dry for miles upon miles, stretching to the abysmal horizon. Heavy clouds, brown and forboding, hung low in the pollution-choked sky. All was quiet except for the approaching rumble of vehicles, their wheels kicking up red dust, their tailpipes spewing thick smoke. Rick was at the wheel of a green all-terrain vehicle, Summer beside him in the passenger seat with her ponytail whipping in the wind. Morty stood, facing backwards, bracing himself as he held a gun trained on the vehicles following them closely. Too close for comfort, pimped out vehicles driven by madmen dressed in a disarray of metal and leather and tubes.
"Morty!" Rick called out. "Shoot the mohawk guy!"
"They all have mohawks!"
"High fade, chartreuse with cyan highlights layered on top! Shoot him!"
Looking doubtful, Morty reloaded his rifle and took aim, shooting and missing yet again. One of the vehicles, one riding low with a troublingly sharp plow on the front of it, was making good headway, nudging closer to their buggy. Close enough for one of them to jump onto their vehicle. "Light them up!" demanded the blobby looking guy who seemed to be built straight into his vehicle, the one with empty-eyed doll heads all up and down his arms, and the mohowked fellow clinging to their bumper complied with a little shout, pushing a button on a grenade that blew himself up...and the tail exhaust of their vehicle.
"Fuck!" said Rick, "Get in the game, Morty!"
"Give me your flask!" shouted Summer, an idea percolating in her head, along with the need to do something, and fast. Rick handed it over without hesitation, and Summer took a great big swig. Not to drink, apparently, as much as she'd like to. No, she crawled through the open window to get close enough to spew the alcohol onto the exposed engine, sending a blast of fire through their exhaust and rocketing them forward.
"Holy shit! Summer for the win!"
Though the initial charge forward of the buggy threw Summer back, it wasn't long before she was back on her feet, pumping a fist into the air. "I fucking love post-apocalyptic versions of Earth!"
As they drove, starting to leave the chasers in the dust, a device on the dashboard started to beep, flashing between its two yellow lights. "Heeeeere we go!" said Rick, bringing the vehicle to a stop in front of a large crater. "Isotope 322. This stuff's so powerful, Morty. It makes Isotope 465 look like Isotope 317!"
"Uh-huh, yeah," said Morty. "Is it powerful enough to keep those guys from murdering us?"
He pointed his arm toward where an approaching cloud of dust could only be their pursuers catching up. But Summer reached into the vehicle to grab Morty's rifle, a look of determination on her face as she cocked it and started walking toward the enemy.
"Summer!"
"Hold on," Summer lifted a hand but kept walking. "I want to try something."
Rick shot the portal gun at the ground, opening up that swirling green hole and ready to go.
"Rick! Can we not leave without my sister?"
Rick looked at Morty. Looked at the portal. Let out a groan and rolled his eyes. "Ugghhh. You have infinite sisters, Morty," he said, though he did tuck the portal gun back into his coat. "I..I mean, n-not that I want to spend the rest of my days looking for another one." So he called out to his grandaughter. "Sum-sum! Let's go! Grampa's concern for your safety is fleeting!"
But Sum-sum kept walking. And their chasers kept driving forward, the blobby guy with the tailpipe mouth and baby doll heads pointing forward. "Your blood will be my lotion!"
Summer stood her ground. She lifted the gun, closed one eye to help her aim, and shot toward the bottom front of the vehicle, just under the gold-platted grill, right into the small wheel in the front, which deflated, tipping the vehicle forward just enough to hit a rock and sent it propelling forward, right over Summer's head as she ducked, into a glorious tumble and crash that threw the blobby guy out and onto the hard ground.
"Whoa," said Rick. "That was cool."
From the wreckage, the man crawled forward toward Summer looming over him. He reached out for her. Summer blinked, realizing that what she felt was not deja vu. This had all seemed a little familiar, but in that moment, watching the oil bleed out of this metal man onto the sand, it all came together, especially as she lifted the gun to aim it at his face.
Holy shit. This was the thing. This was what Hyacinthe must have seen in his vision of her future.
"Kill me," the man croaked, dragging her back. "Please."
"Okay," she said, aiming her gun, firing it off, not even bothered by the recoil, "but not because you told me to."
Quick and maybe not so clean, Summer sent a bullet into the man's brain. Had Hyacinthe said anything about that part? She couldn't remember, her head swimming a little as her brother and grandfather stared at her in shock.
"Summer!"
"Okay," muttered Rick, glancing over to Morty with uncertainty. "Getting darker."
As their pursuers neared, Sumemr turned toward them, placing one foot triumphantly on her kill and lifting her arms in a sort of shrug, gun still ready in her hand.
"Jesus Christ!" Morty shouted as he hurried after her. "Summer!"
"Aw," Rick rolled his eyes, closed up the portal, and reluctantly followed as well, "come on." He had to run to catch up, as a motley horde climbed down from their vehicles and approached. "Hands and little shoulder-mounted dudes where I can see them!"
One man stepped forward, wearing very little but leather straps, a metal arm, and a bucket on his head. "I am Hemorrhage," he said, his voice deep from his helmet. "You have removed weak blood from us and made us stronger. We can combine our strength and feast on the weak together."
"Wh-Wh-What in the hell are you saying?" asked Rick.
"They don't have to keep trying to kill us if we join them," Summer explained, rolling her eyes. "They're basically pussies."
"What is your deal lately?" Morty asked her, because seriously right now.
"All right," said Rick, lifting his own gun and charging it up, "let's get sloppy."
But then he noticed something else, sitting in a strange cradle at the top of one of their vehicles.
"Oh, whoa. Uh, uh, what's, uh, what's that little bauble you got back there? Huh? Th-the..That's interesting."
"That is our glowing rock," Hemorrhage explained. "We carry it with us for desecration, to remind us there are no gods."
Rick lifted his detection device that he'd grabbed from the car, focusing it on the glowing rock, and, just as he expected, the little yellow lights sang out their rapidly beeping song.
"Kiiids," Rick turned to his grandchildren, renewed with a sudden spark of interest. "Weird pitch. Let's have this be our new life. Let's be post-apocalyptic savenge--gerrr--brrp--eers!"
[[Part 2 of ??. Continued from here! Who doesn't love a good Mad Max homage, huh?]]
"Morty!" Rick called out. "Shoot the mohawk guy!"
"They all have mohawks!"
"High fade, chartreuse with cyan highlights layered on top! Shoot him!"
Looking doubtful, Morty reloaded his rifle and took aim, shooting and missing yet again. One of the vehicles, one riding low with a troublingly sharp plow on the front of it, was making good headway, nudging closer to their buggy. Close enough for one of them to jump onto their vehicle. "Light them up!" demanded the blobby looking guy who seemed to be built straight into his vehicle, the one with empty-eyed doll heads all up and down his arms, and the mohowked fellow clinging to their bumper complied with a little shout, pushing a button on a grenade that blew himself up...and the tail exhaust of their vehicle.
"Fuck!" said Rick, "Get in the game, Morty!"
"Give me your flask!" shouted Summer, an idea percolating in her head, along with the need to do something, and fast. Rick handed it over without hesitation, and Summer took a great big swig. Not to drink, apparently, as much as she'd like to. No, she crawled through the open window to get close enough to spew the alcohol onto the exposed engine, sending a blast of fire through their exhaust and rocketing them forward.
"Holy shit! Summer for the win!"
Though the initial charge forward of the buggy threw Summer back, it wasn't long before she was back on her feet, pumping a fist into the air. "I fucking love post-apocalyptic versions of Earth!"
As they drove, starting to leave the chasers in the dust, a device on the dashboard started to beep, flashing between its two yellow lights. "Heeeeere we go!" said Rick, bringing the vehicle to a stop in front of a large crater. "Isotope 322. This stuff's so powerful, Morty. It makes Isotope 465 look like Isotope 317!"
"Uh-huh, yeah," said Morty. "Is it powerful enough to keep those guys from murdering us?"
He pointed his arm toward where an approaching cloud of dust could only be their pursuers catching up. But Summer reached into the vehicle to grab Morty's rifle, a look of determination on her face as she cocked it and started walking toward the enemy.
"Summer!"
"Hold on," Summer lifted a hand but kept walking. "I want to try something."
Rick shot the portal gun at the ground, opening up that swirling green hole and ready to go.
"Rick! Can we not leave without my sister?"
Rick looked at Morty. Looked at the portal. Let out a groan and rolled his eyes. "Ugghhh. You have infinite sisters, Morty," he said, though he did tuck the portal gun back into his coat. "I..I mean, n-not that I want to spend the rest of my days looking for another one." So he called out to his grandaughter. "Sum-sum! Let's go! Grampa's concern for your safety is fleeting!"
But Sum-sum kept walking. And their chasers kept driving forward, the blobby guy with the tailpipe mouth and baby doll heads pointing forward. "Your blood will be my lotion!"
Summer stood her ground. She lifted the gun, closed one eye to help her aim, and shot toward the bottom front of the vehicle, just under the gold-platted grill, right into the small wheel in the front, which deflated, tipping the vehicle forward just enough to hit a rock and sent it propelling forward, right over Summer's head as she ducked, into a glorious tumble and crash that threw the blobby guy out and onto the hard ground.
"Whoa," said Rick. "That was cool."
From the wreckage, the man crawled forward toward Summer looming over him. He reached out for her. Summer blinked, realizing that what she felt was not deja vu. This had all seemed a little familiar, but in that moment, watching the oil bleed out of this metal man onto the sand, it all came together, especially as she lifted the gun to aim it at his face.
Holy shit. This was the thing. This was what Hyacinthe must have seen in his vision of her future.
"Kill me," the man croaked, dragging her back. "Please."
"Okay," she said, aiming her gun, firing it off, not even bothered by the recoil, "but not because you told me to."
Quick and maybe not so clean, Summer sent a bullet into the man's brain. Had Hyacinthe said anything about that part? She couldn't remember, her head swimming a little as her brother and grandfather stared at her in shock.
"Summer!"
"Okay," muttered Rick, glancing over to Morty with uncertainty. "Getting darker."
As their pursuers neared, Sumemr turned toward them, placing one foot triumphantly on her kill and lifting her arms in a sort of shrug, gun still ready in her hand.
"Jesus Christ!" Morty shouted as he hurried after her. "Summer!"
"Aw," Rick rolled his eyes, closed up the portal, and reluctantly followed as well, "come on." He had to run to catch up, as a motley horde climbed down from their vehicles and approached. "Hands and little shoulder-mounted dudes where I can see them!"
One man stepped forward, wearing very little but leather straps, a metal arm, and a bucket on his head. "I am Hemorrhage," he said, his voice deep from his helmet. "You have removed weak blood from us and made us stronger. We can combine our strength and feast on the weak together."
"Wh-Wh-What in the hell are you saying?" asked Rick.
"They don't have to keep trying to kill us if we join them," Summer explained, rolling her eyes. "They're basically pussies."
"What is your deal lately?" Morty asked her, because seriously right now.
"All right," said Rick, lifting his own gun and charging it up, "let's get sloppy."
But then he noticed something else, sitting in a strange cradle at the top of one of their vehicles.
"Oh, whoa. Uh, uh, what's, uh, what's that little bauble you got back there? Huh? Th-the..That's interesting."
"That is our glowing rock," Hemorrhage explained. "We carry it with us for desecration, to remind us there are no gods."
Rick lifted his detection device that he'd grabbed from the car, focusing it on the glowing rock, and, just as he expected, the little yellow lights sang out their rapidly beeping song.
"Kiiids," Rick turned to his grandchildren, renewed with a sudden spark of interest. "Weird pitch. Let's have this be our new life. Let's be post-apocalyptic savenge--gerrr--brrp--eers!"
[[Part 2 of ??. Continued from here! Who doesn't love a good Mad Max homage, huh?]]