“Slayer”

Flash of light, fades. Alien architecture comes into focus.
Blue - gold pulsing grav-lift.
In my ear,“You’re going down, bitch.”

My intent crystallizes.

Movement, left.
Vapor trails, reload, more vapor trails.
Frag and point. Easy.
“You always start off on that side.”

Incoming vapor trail. Way off right.
Recon by assault.
Contact.
Fire exchange. Pause.
He’s standing still. Charge and jack him.
Frag and point.
“You know, you really should take cover when reloading.”
“Yeah yeah. Let’s go, bitch.”

Movement, left. Vapor trails way high.
Crouch. Wait. Indicate.
Incoming. Wait for it. Take it.
“You never saw it coming.”

Respawn. High ground. Gear up. Hunt.
Indicate - jump through the grav-lift.
Jump again. Drawing vapor trails – he can’t hit movement.
One more lift - then unload.
Frag and point.
“Hey, nice shot.”
“You didn’t move from the position you fired from. They teach you that in Green Beret school?”
“You’re such a prick.”

“30 Seconds Remaining”

Aim at the wall. Fire.
“Ha ha. What happened?”
“Thought I saw you, got excited. Shot the wall.”
“You’re slippin’!”

Wall. Fire.
“Damn”

Wall. Fire.
“Damn Damn”

“Game Over”

“1 to nothin’. I’m getting better.”
“I can tell you’ve been practicing.”