Battle Field
A blue haze appeared in midair, catching the attention of both sides of the army. The haze grew in thickness and depth. Moments later the large body of Priest appeared and crashed to the ground. He pushed his body up off the ground and whispered “I can’t believe that worked.” With that he took a high tech but ghetto strap off his arm, a makeshift teleporter and placed it within his belt buckle for protection.
Looking around, he saw the forces of good being driven back by the huge mass of a vicious brainwashed army. The soldiers opened fire, hitting themselves and their targets. Good thing Pete the Dead Guy is dead, or he would have now been really dead as Uncle Otto watched bullets rip through where the ghost had been standing. Otto let himself get angry and grew to huge man-eating-bear proportions, now able to take out soldiers left and right with no problem.
Priest took out two weapons, with just a push of a little button on their sides; the weapons shifted and grew around his arms, now looking much more dangerous. He whispered “stun” and jumped into the fray.
Among the brainwashed soldiers were also scientists, who should not be out on the battle field. One in particular was of Italian decent. The slender beauty was obliviously not an army woman, and by no means should have been out there.
With a shotgun in hand she aimed and shot at Uncle Otto, hitting him in a vulnerable spot. The man-eating-bear flinched and acted as any one would after being shot. He turned and his claws dug into the young woman, not knowing his strength, he killed the innocent woman on contact. No one could tell just how much the huge bear hated this, his eyes were filled with tears and he pressed forward, fighting for the good of the world against those just as innocent as his niece, Shirley.
The young lady’s body finished convulsing and laid still. On her shirt was a nametag that read a familiar name, Nichole Cicciotto. After the war is done and the good guys are victorious, they will spot the name among the hundreds of other fallen innocents, then they will have to inform a dear friend that his first cousin was a causality of war.
