OT: Fanfic

[JAFisher44]

Adam Scrambled up and over the pulverized concrete wall. With a good head start he could probably evade a centaur indefinitely. Adam did not have a good head start, and he was carrying a young girl and leading, practically dragging, her mother by the hand. He could hear the centaur and its hunting beast, it sounded like it was about a click behind them.

The woman's hand slipped out of his and he cursed as she slid back down the hill of rubble. He bounded back down to the fallen woman and hefted her into a fireman's carry, holding her arms and legs in one hand, and supported the girl with his other arm as she clung desperately to his neck.

Burdened like this he would never avoid his pursuers. He cast about for a good hiding place. Hopefully his charges would be safe and, more importantly, quiet.

There, down the wall a way, Adam spied a large crack in the wall. Quickly he approached the cubby. "Hide in here." He set the woman down on her feet and pushed her into the crack. "Keep her quiet." He squeezed her hand reassuringly. "I'll be back."

Tears streamed down the woman's face, and he could smell the fear coming off of her, but she shook her head and huddled deep into the shadows of the impromptu hiding place.

Adam knew he didn't have much time. He could hear the centaur's beast nearing. Adam scrambled up the wall above the crack and crouched, waiting.

The beast was about 3 meters long and about half that to its shoulder. Its limbs terminated in long claws and its mouth was ringed with needle sharp teeth. It looked like some psycho killer lizard, only with fur and none of the lethargy of a cold blooded animal. The beast had a ridiculously good sense of smell, probably better than Adam's, and was heading right for the crack. Adam had planned for this.

Leaping from a perch 6 meters in the air probably isn't a good idea for most normal people. Adam was not a normal person. Adam looked like a Greek god, if you imagine a Greek god that stands 210 centimeters and is covered from head to toe with scars. Adam was the first phase 3 super-soldier bio-engineered to fight the centaurs over 300 earth standard years ago.

Adam didn't waste any effort on some sort of battle-cry or scream or anything like that. So, by the time the beast noticed him it was too late to dodge. He grabbed a great fist full of the animals thick fur and plunged his knife into its thick hide and muscle.

Its scream of pain ripped into the air, and it exploded into a frenzy of thrashing limbs and tail. Adam locked a vice grip onto his foe and plunged his knife into the beast over and over. Not stabbing randomly, each wound damaged vital organs, and severed muscles and tendons. In just a few short seconds the beast lie dying and bleeding on the ground.

Adam didn't waste any time, the centaur wouldn't be far behind. As soon as the beast started to fall, he leapt to the ready. Pain exploded through his left shoulder, the crack of a firearm resounded from the concrete around him. As fast as it came the pain was gone. Adam's right arm snapped like a whip and suddenly his knife stood buried to the hilt in the centaur's abdomen.

The centaur are so called due to their resemblance to the mythical beast. The don't look like a human torso on a horse, but they are four legged, with a short torso and two manipulating limbs and a head of sorts. Their skin is thick and gray. They are very strong, and they are primarily responsible for the near-extinction of the human race.

The centaur reached down and pulled the knife free, tossing it to the side. A costly mistake. Probably this thing had never faced a super before, just normal humans. By the time it looked up from its wound Adam had cleared the distance between them and had it by its gun arm. Adam snapped its arm in 3 places with quick precise moves, twisted its, now very malleable, arm and discharged the gun into the centaur's head. It dropped like a sack.

Having bought some more time, Adam rushed back to the crack. The woman was pale and shaking. The girl clung to her franticly. Adam took the woman's hand again and lifted her into his arms, cradling both the mother and daughter in his protective embrace. Carrying both of them he couldn't move as well as he would have liked in enemy territory, but he managed to evade further pursuit. Before too long he was in his lander powering up for liftoff.

He stepped back into the passenger compartment and looked down at the monitor panels of the docs that held his new passengers. Malnutrition, no surprise there. Shock, cuts and bruises, but they would be ok. Another success. Now, program the launch and into his own doc for his new bullet wound.