Tucker slammed his hand onto the ground, pushing himself up as fast as he could and taking off, running. No, asshole, not this time. Not any fucking time if he had any say in it. Tucker killed him once, he’d kill him again and again, cut him the fuck apart for everyone on Chorus, for his friends.
No one threatened his kid, and no one sure as shit called him a mutant.
“On his ass,” he reported, and Tucker was fast, but so was Felix. He saw him in front of him, the headstart not mattering as much when Tucker was pushing as hard as he was now, when he wanted this more than anything else. And when he got close enough behind him, the Sim Trooper jumped at his back, glowing sword stabbing forward.
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“York, dude, Felix just bolted!”
Tucker slammed his hand onto the ground, pushing himself up as fast as he could and taking off, running. No, asshole, not this time. Not any fucking time if he had any say in it. Tucker killed him once, he’d kill him again and again, cut him the fuck apart for everyone on Chorus, for his friends.
No one threatened his kid, and no one sure as shit called him a mutant.
“On his ass,” he reported, and Tucker was fast, but so was Felix. He saw him in front of him, the headstart not mattering as much when Tucker was pushing as hard as he was now, when he wanted this more than anything else. And when he got close enough behind him, the Sim Trooper jumped at his back, glowing sword stabbing forward.
“Leaving so fucking soon?!”