Fiction: Group 3
mph. I leave the plasma orb in my dust just as a wall rises ahead of me. I pull up like a pilot about to crash
his plane. I close my eyes as I see my death unfold.
I open my eyes again and realize the hover car is soaring towards the clouds. A billion warning
flashes go off. I’m going too high. This vehicle cannot handle high altitudes and pieces of it start coming off.
Suddenly, my worst nightmare is happening. The engine shuts down from overheating. I can’t even use the
eject button. I’m falling out of the sky like a shot bird.
I once again stare at my doom. What a stupid mistake trying to be a hero! I close my eyes waiting
for the hover car to explode as it hits the ground. THUMP! I’m floating on the gelatinous head of the
monster. This is my chance to save the world after all. I try to start the engine but it just would not budge.
We’re sinking into the radioactive body.
I desperately look around trying to find a way out of this mess. A familiar looking object is sticking
out from under the passenger’s seat. It’s a first edition plasma gun in mint condition. Not many things have
changed since then. It powers on just like one of the more recent models. As I inadvertently fire the plasma
gun, it cracks the window and radioactive waters start trickling in. A blue flashing light indicates the option
to repair broken devices. I point it at the hover car’s engine. “Hurry up already!” I hit the car’s power
button with tremendous force. The engine makes a loud clicking sound and, finally, I hear that glorious
super hover car start up sound. I slam on the accelerator. The bottom of the car is slowly disintegrating as
we sink deeper into slime. The monster is struggling in pain, thrashing its body around. I finally manage to
blast out of its viscous brain in search for the airport.
I don’t have much time as beeping signals indicate radioactive matter seeping into the engine. I find
the landing strip and attempt to bring the hover car down. With a crashing sound, I touch down only to
realize that the hover car is shedding more parts. I leave a trail of sparks as the vehicle grinds on the asphalt.
I have to abandon my dream hover car. I blast off the door with the plasma gun and jump out. In
shock, I watch it crash into the air traffic control center, which collapses onto the airport building. I have to
find a way to transport the anti-radiation shield. To my left, an old fashion propeller plane is droning. The
pilot is watching the destruction in a daze. We load the shield onto the plane and take off.
We circle the monster looking for the best angle to hit it from. Suddenly, as the pilot checks on the
state of our cargo, we realize that the loading bay is stuck and will not open to release the shield. There’s
only one thing to do. We set the plane on autopilot, strap parachutes on, and jump. As we float towards the
ground, our eyes follow the heavy body of the steel bird crash into the plasma. Instantly, the shield begins to
absorb the radioactive substance leaving behind the river that flows back into its dry bank. With a last
spasmodic effort, the monster throws a punch in our direction.
Pain. I feel so much pain. My stolen plasma gun is lying next to me smashed to pieces. I feel like I’ve just
been hit by a gigantic fist. Oh wait, I just was. Everything around me is either destroyed or on fire. The air
smells like smoke. My lungs refuse to breathe. In the distance, the waters of the Pearl River Delta shimmer
in the sun. Suddenly, everything around me goes dark.
