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Flash Fiction: Clash 3

This is the Tenth part of the story!

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tales: Statues

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Nice Neighborhood

Part 3- Twittering Tale: Raindrops

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Briefing

Part 5- Flash Fiction: The Hunt Begins

Part 6- Flash Fiction: Target Sighted

Part 7- Flash Fiction: Ready

Part 8- Flash Fiction: Clash

Part 9 – Flash Fiction: Clash 2

Happy reading! 🙂


The bullet hit Medusa right at the centre of her forehead, knocking her back.

Within moments, she got to her feet. The bullet had failed to put even a scratch on her. She spotted Agent Keynes among the trees, reloading his gun. Billy sucked in his breath and aimed for Medusa’s heart. It was a difficult shot to take. The weight of the gun combined with the distance he was at, made hitting the target a herculean task. Nevertheless, Billy knew he had to do it.

Medusa sensed a presence other than the mortal with the sniper rifle. She shifted her gaze to the left and noticed the hidden presence. It was only a young lad, struggling to hold the gun he had trained on her. She recognized the gun as Perseus’ heavy pistol. It was a potent weapon that could kill her, but only in the hands of Perseus, who lay crumpled by her feet. She would take out the foolish boy first and then the other agent. She readied herself to make a quick dash towards the lad. He was no match for her speed.

Billy saw Medusa shift her stance. He could sense her bloodlust being directed towards him. He gulped. This had now become a do or die situation for him. One shot would determine which way it went. He shot at her, placing all his hope in the one bullet. He watched on, as Medusa calmly dodged the bullet.

He had missed. He knew had reached the end of his journey.

(Find the final part here: Flash Fiction: End )


Word Count: 310

Prompts:

Thursday photo prompt: Caught #writephoto

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Journey

Flash Fiction: Clash 2

This is the Ninth part of the story!

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tales: Statues

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Nice Neighborhood

Part 3- Twittering Tale: Raindrops

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Briefing

Part 5- Flash Fiction: The Hunt Begins

Part 6- Flash Fiction: Target Sighted

Part 7- Flash Fiction: Ready

Part 8- Flash Fiction: Clash

Happy reading! 🙂


Cadet Billy watched on in disbelief.

Medusa was clobbering Perseus, pummeling him into the ground. The entire forest had gone silent, save for the sound of her blows. Agent Keynes signaled to Billy. Billy understood what he was saying. This was their chance. They could sneak up on Medusa while she was distracted by her vengeance, or at least try to sneak up. It had not gone too well for Perseus.

Billy sneaked through the bushes, making his way to Perseus’ heavy weapon. He watched Keynes making his way to a vantage point, readying his sniper rifle. Billy picked up the pistol and waited in position. Billy could see that Perseus would not last much longer. He was being battered by Medusa. Medusa was going to end Perseus, turn him into one of her statues. This was their last chance, and Billy knew this was the moment.

He heard the gunshot as Agent Keynes squeezed the trigger.

(Find the sequel here- Flash Fiction: Clash 3)


Word Count: 157

Prompt:

Writing Prompt Wednesday

 

Flash Fiction: Clash

This is the Eight part of the story!

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tales: Statues

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Nice Neighborhood

Part 3- Twittering Tale: Raindrops

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Briefing

Part 5- Flash Fiction: The Hunt Begins

Part 6- Flash Fiction: Target Sighted

Part 7- Flash Fiction: Ready

Happy reading! 🙂


Medusa glided towards Perseus.

The two others were insignificant, mere supporting exhibits. She was most interested in Perseus. She had two reasons to add him to her collection. Being a survivor of the Demigod programme, he was a rare breed, like her. That was the first reason. Her vendetta was the second.

She remembered the last time they had clashed just as if it was yesterday. His squad had cornered her. Caged her in like she was some sort of animal. However, they had learnt that a caged wild animal can be vicious. She had taken down his entire squad in a matter of minutes. They were simply no match for her. What she had failed to realize, was that Perseus had never considered them as his team-mates. He was more than willing to sacrifice them, to meet his objective. He had used them to trap her, and finally had imprisoned her. She had not forgotten anything.

A volley of bullets brought her back to the present. These were regular bullets, not even good enough to scratch her. However, damaging her had not been their objective. While Medusa was distracted by the volley of bullets, Perseus had managed to sneak up behind her. Medusa had learnt her lesson the last time. She knew his tricks now. Before Perseus could shoot, Medusa spun around and landed a solid punch on his face. Perseus went flying through the air and crashed into the trees.

Medusa cackled.

Time’s up, Perseus.

(Read the sequel here- Flash Fiction: Clash 2 )


Word Count: 247

Prompts:

Thursday Photo Prompt: Circle #writephoto

Tale Weaver #184