Utterly Mad

"As a heart attack 'buddy.'" said Mark. Catnip knew, even before arriving back at the truck, that something bad was happening. It didn't take the sudden appearance of a gun in marks other hand for her to figure that out. It did take her off guard though.

"Um. What's going on?" She asked, moving to get between the two men. Mark shoved her, hard.

"Quiet. The men are talking." Mark said. Kyle sneered at that remark and tried to think of some bit of snark to throw in Marks face. Instead, he switched topic.

"Mark, just think about it. She's a fantastic mechanic. You could hire her out to the aeroponics people, or put her up with the howling tower maintenance people. She's-"

Kyle felt the shot before he heard it. The little toy like pistol still packed a wallop, and all that wallop was directed into his guts. L was screaming, being held back by Catnip. The latter's face had taken on an intensely blank look. "Nothing in her eyes." Kyle thought in a disconnected way.

"You know Kyle, this really is for the best. I mean, I am so fucking sick of you second guessing my decisions. Always questioning me. That shit stops now. I've made up my mind." Mark said, "this is how it's gotta be."

From the corner of his eye, Mark saw Catnip  diving for him. For his gun. A split second later, he heard the hissing and spitting. He simply stood and grinned.

"*HAGHK*" wretched Catnip. The movement had been minute, but the effect was instantaneous. Mark depressed a button on the remote and Catnip was stricken with a sickening sense of vertigo that had her rolling and wretching. To her it felt like she'd taken a shot of "BBQ saus" without the warmth of drunkenness that came with it. L ran to Kyle, but her collar to had activated, sending it's vibrations into her skull, making every movement like trying to maneuver the deck of a ship on rough seas. She stumbled,   and tripped over Catnip, then lay still.

"You better hope to God you're far away when-" as if the sound of Kyle's voice had suddenly reminded him of the mutants presence, Mark turned suddenly and shot him again, high in the leg. Kyle fell side ways, clutching both leg and stomach.

"No shit, what did you think I'd stick around to watch the fireworks?" Mark said, "No, I plan to be back in Pricetown by morning."

"Get in the fucking truck, cunt. Take your best fuckin' friend with you." Mark said, gesturing with the remote towards L and Catnip. "See ya Kyle, say hi to the screamers for me."

Kyle tried to say something, but Mark kicked him in the face and rolled him, taking Kyle's pocket knife and a small wad of watermarks. The mutant tried to pass out. Pass out or die. Dying would be a fantastic thing to do with the bastard rummaging through his pockets. Instead, he strained against the pain, and watched as the truck pulled away into the darkening horizon.