#boowendy

An alarm was sounding loudly, red lights plastered on the wall blinking to show an emergency. Ferkle was face to face with a pistol, and he grinned devilishly as Wendy's serious look falters at the mention of her name. But only for a split second. The gun clicks as she readies it for fire, then the sound of thunder as the trigger is pulled, causing Ferkle to close his eyes. Ferkle waits for the impact of the bullet, but it never comes. He opens his eyes and sees that the gun is no longer pointed at him, but up. At the ceiling. Ferkle glances up just in time to see the shards of glass raining down towards him for him to react, leaping off his feet to the side to escape the glass. Shards cut into his jeans, and bounce off his body, but only one manages to cut flesh. A long gash is opened in his right calf, but Ferkle had something far more interesting to take care of first. He looks up for Wendy, at least where she should be. 'Come on girl! You're getting sloppy. A true mastermind doesn't leave a survivor.' He thought as he jumped to his feet and raced directly into the cloud, emerging on the other side empty handed and with burning eyes. He rubbed uselessly at the sensation his eyes, one at a time as he scanned the hallway on this side for an exit. Bingo. For once, one of those exit signs that hung down from the ceilings with shining green letters were actually useful. Ferkle raced off towards what he assumed was the back exit; a Wendy in disguise that she wore when harming the mayor emerging from the front exit seemed ridiculous. He dead sprinted down the hallway, adrenaline still pumping through his veins. Jesus, if chasing villains was this much fun, he might have to switch sides. As he ran he whooped in joy, and did so once again as he rounded a corner to find Wendy moving as fast as she can with an injured other towards a set of double steel doors with the words "Emergence Exit Only, Alarm Will Sound" written in big red letters painted in. He increased his pace as he ran towards her, fully intent in catching her before she gets through the doors, ready for an all out, poser conformist-like tackle against the purple haired freak.