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Speaker 2: Chapter twenty five, The Hunter and the Anomaly.
Speaker 3: Natalie White's awakening was harsh and painful. Drenched in bathwater,
Speaker 3: the faint but rapidly intensifying scent of gas filled the air.
Speaker 4: She had been crushed under a.
Speaker 3: Bathtub that had improbably crashed through from the apartment above
Speaker 3: and knocked her through the floor of Amberlang's bathroom. What
Speaker 3: were the odds of that happening? Oh right, the chances
Speaker 3: didn't fucking matter, because there was a goddamn anomaly slinking around,
Speaker 3: a powerful one too. With terrifying precision, she redirected Natalie's
Speaker 3: bullets around a corner and into another room that was new.
Speaker 3: Natalie attempted to shift her position under the tub, but
Speaker 3: her right arm was pinned. The attempted movement of her
Speaker 3: arms sent searing pain that bloomed in her vision. The
Speaker 3: fallen tub, still heavy with water, pressed down on her wrist,
Speaker 3: and the rifle beneath her, both likely damaged beyond repair.
Speaker 3: Trapped and in agony, Natalie realized the bathtub's awkward angle
Speaker 3: had saved her from being completely crushed most of her
Speaker 3: at least. With a grimace, she twisted slightly, shifting the
Speaker 3: tub using her legs and left hand, each movement a
Speaker 3: torture of its own. The tub budged slightly, exacerbating the
Speaker 3: pressure on her broken wrist, eliciting a string of curses
Speaker 3: from her lips. Forcing herself to pause, Natalie took deep breaths,
Speaker 3: struggling to master the pain and panic. Once steadied, she
Speaker 3: reached for her radiough, Brown.
Speaker 5: Do you read me?
Speaker 6: Yeah, White, I read you.
Speaker 5: I bumped into the prospect in five eighteen. She dropped
Speaker 5: a tub on me.
Speaker 6: Is that a metaphor for something?
Speaker 5: No? She dropped a literal bathtub full of water on me.
Speaker 7: Oh Jesus Christ, do you need me to send someone?
Speaker 6: No?
Speaker 5: I need you to listen. I think they came from
Speaker 5: Marcus when they realized he wasn't there they left.
Speaker 6: Who is they?
Speaker 5: I saw Hastings with her.
Speaker 6: All right, Hold on a second, ra Mara was getting
Speaker 6: something from Riggs.
Speaker 5: What's happening?
Speaker 6: Riggs said that Timers is down.
Speaker 5: The anomaly is on the fire escape.
Speaker 7: Yeah, the stairs. Timbers was covering. Riggs is on the roof,
Speaker 7: but she can't get a good shot at him. She
Speaker 7: said that someone shot Timmers.
Speaker 5: Are there explosives on that stairwell?
Speaker 6: Yeah, that one is rigged?
Speaker 5: Blow them now?
Speaker 7: All right, Romero, a trick of the fire escape. Ah,
Speaker 7: it's done. Whatsn't that? I'm sending someone up to the
Speaker 7: fifth floor to get you.
Speaker 1: No, don't.
Speaker 5: I'm not on the fifth floor. I'm on the fourth.
Speaker 6: Floor, room four eighteen.
Speaker 5: I assume, but don't send anyone.
Speaker 6: Why not.
Speaker 5: Gas? I smell gas?
Speaker 6: Fuck.
Speaker 5: I can get out on my own. Leave Romero to
Speaker 5: hold that elevator. I want you to meet me in
Speaker 5: the lobby. We need to make sure that none of
Speaker 5: the targets survived that fall.
Speaker 6: Okay, I'll see get down there, all right, nat.
Speaker 5: Now you just have to get out of here. This
Speaker 5: is gonna hurt like.
Speaker 3: A Emily peered through the fire escape entrance anxiously hoping
Speaker 3: to spot her friends. Her heart sank as she witnessed
Speaker 3: the aftermath of an explosive device that had sent the
Speaker 3: stairway crumbling down in a chaotic cascade of steel and brick.
Speaker 3: Just moments before, Marcus had pulled her back into the
Speaker 3: safety of the hallway, narrowly avoiding the disaster as the
Speaker 3: landing was violently torn away from the building. Looking up,
Speaker 3: Emily could see that the entire fire escape structure had
Speaker 3: been detached from the apartment complex's exterior, leaving a stark,
Speaker 3: gaping absence where it had once clung below. The metal
Speaker 3: staircase was missing from both the fourth and third floor.
Speaker 3: This was meant to kill them. She searched desperately for
Speaker 3: any sign of movement, seeing nothing but destruction, stretching each
Speaker 3: second into an eternity. Finally, relief washed over her as
Speaker 3: she spotted George alive and cautiously navigating through the debris.
Speaker 8: George, George, Hey, is everybody okay down there?
Speaker 4: We'll be fine, Maybe a little banged up, but it's okay.
Speaker 4: You need to get yourself out of there.
Speaker 9: What about Amber.
Speaker 2: Don't worry about us, Just get out of there, all right?
Speaker 2: You heard him? Let's get out of here.
Speaker 9: Okay, let's go.
Speaker 2: All right? Which way?
Speaker 1: Follow me?
Speaker 9: The elevator's block, so we'll have to try the stairs.
Speaker 2: The stairs, there's probably contra agents there.
Speaker 8: I can deal with them.
Speaker 2: I don't know if you should be using your fat
Speaker 2: right now.
Speaker 9: It's the only weapon we have.
Speaker 2: Okay, but what about the blender? You could trigger that.
Speaker 8: I'd rather take my chances with magic than armed assassins.
Speaker 2: All right, fair enough, that's true. Any sign of the shifter?
Speaker 9: No, not yet. We're almost to the stairs.
Speaker 2: When we get there, should we just charge in?
Speaker 8: I think that this is a stairwell where September got
Speaker 8: the rifle. I'm hoping that the agents are already gone.
Speaker 2: All right, I'll go first.
Speaker 9: I'm right behind you.
Speaker 2: It looks like it's all clear.
Speaker 9: Okay, go down.
Speaker 2: Oh shit, hang on back. There are men at the
Speaker 2: fourth floor entrance.
Speaker 8: No, we can't go back. The shifter's coming from that way.
Speaker 2: Fuck, what do you want to do?
Speaker 6: Move?
Speaker 3: The two agents directed their weapons at Emily and Marcus.
Speaker 3: Amidst the chaos. Emily could bear heard their shouts. With
Speaker 3: her hands raised, she ran directly toward them, pleading for help,
Speaker 3: her heart raised with the fear that the shifter had
Speaker 3: stopped chasing them, and now she faced the risk of
Speaker 3: being shot by the agents instead. But the two rifles
Speaker 3: lifted to point above Emily. The shifter, with astonishing agility,
Speaker 3: vaulted over Marcus, crashing into one of the agents. The
Speaker 3: second agent, in panic, fired at the creature as it
Speaker 3: lifted and hurled the first agent down the stairwell gap.
Speaker 3: Emily flinched at the scream that followed, ending abruptly with
Speaker 3: a sickening crunch. Not daring to witness the fate of
Speaker 3: the second agent, Emily burst through the fourth floor access
Speaker 3: door and sprinted down the hallway, Marcus trailing close behind her.
Speaker 3: Plan was desperate, but necessary. They would return to the
Speaker 3: fire escape and jump from the fourth floor to the
Speaker 3: broken stairwell below. She knew that the ten or fifteen
Speaker 3: foot drop might cause injuries for her and Marcus, but
Speaker 3: the potential injuries seemed a lesser evil compared to the
Speaker 3: looming thread of the shifter inside. As they darted past
Speaker 3: Apartment four eighteen, Emily noticed the door ajar with a
Speaker 3: bloody handprint smeared across its center. The print likely belonged
Speaker 3: to the agent who had fallen from Amber's apartment above.
Speaker 3: The air was heavy with distench of gas, presumably from
Speaker 3: the stove she had earlier destroyed. Glancing back, Emily saw
Speaker 3: Marcus lagging, his exhaustion evidence. With everything they had encountered
Speaker 3: over the last few days, she wasn't at all surprised
Speaker 3: that he was struggling. She slowed her pace to let
Speaker 3: him catch up. But four eighteen had other plans. Just
Speaker 3: as Marcus aligned with Apartment four eighteen, a massive explosion
Speaker 3: erupted from within the force of the blast slammed him
Speaker 3: against the opposite wall. He crumpled to the ground, unmoving.
Speaker 3: Emily instinctively shielded her face, hiding from the blast of
Speaker 3: searing heat. Marcus wasn't moving. As she was about to
Speaker 3: rush to Marcus's aid, the shifter appeared barely through the
Speaker 3: flames toward her. She summoned her ipet lines, focusing intensely
Speaker 3: on pushing against the maroon thread that connected the shifter
Speaker 3: to her ipet Well, the shifter did not slow too late.
Speaker 3: She remembered that she could not manipulate the hidden in
Speaker 3: the same way she could humans and material objects. The
Speaker 3: creatures slammed into her toppling them both to the ground
Speaker 3: in a roll. As they separated from each other, Emily
Speaker 3: felt the creature's claw tear through her shirt and skin.
Speaker 3: Pain flared across her stomach. As she tried to regain
Speaker 3: her feet, the sound of a man's scream echoed down
Speaker 3: the hallway. People were fleeing the inferno. Now on her feet,
Speaker 3: Emily saw the shifter blocking the path to Marcus. In
Speaker 3: its form, still menacingly sasquatch like. The maroon espet line
Speaker 3: glowed intensely but remained unyielding to her attempts to manipulate it.
Speaker 3: Slightly slouched due to the wound on her stomach, Emily
Speaker 3: scanned the rapidly deteriorating area around her for anything to
Speaker 3: use used as a weapon. A burning chunk of the
Speaker 3: doorframe fell from the threshold of Apartment four eighteen. Marcus
Speaker 3: still lay limp on the hallway floor. The fire wasn't
Speaker 3: near him, but it was coming closer. Just as the
Speaker 3: shifter was approaching Emily, the creature jerked forward, claws raised
Speaker 3: but eerily silent. Emily formed a blue espet line, attached
Speaker 3: the end of her line to the piece of fallen doorframe,
Speaker 3: and then pulled as hard as she could. She connected
Speaker 3: the blue espet stream with the maroon stream that belonged
Speaker 3: to the shifter. Just before the creature crashed into Emily,
Speaker 3: a fiery torpedo of splintered wood slammed into its head,
Speaker 3: knocking the shifter to the side. Emboldened, she didn't relent
Speaker 3: in her assault. She hurled every piece of burning building
Speaker 3: that she could find at the creature. Picture frames, chunks
Speaker 3: of wall, and a portion of the ceiling all fell
Speaker 3: upon the monstrosity. The shifter fell to the ground, but
Speaker 3: Emily didn't stop her barrage until that was completely covered.
Speaker 3: The scent of burning fur and flesh rose from the
Speaker 3: pile of rubble. Still, the creature made no noise. Emily
Speaker 3: approached cautiously, her attention divided between the shifter and Marcus.
Speaker 3: The hallway was rapidly heating up and the fire spread
Speaker 3: unchecked as the building sprinkler system failed to activate. Maybe
Speaker 3: the contra turned it off somehow, or maybe it was
Speaker 3: vaulted before this all began. Above, she noticed the dormant
Speaker 3: pipes of the sprinkler system. She targeted a pipe above
Speaker 3: Marcus and pulled with her espet the metal snapped and
Speaker 3: water briefly gushed out, soaking Marcus and providing him with
Speaker 3: a slight reprieve. As she prepared to check on Marcus,
Speaker 3: the rubble stirred. The shifter rose from the embers, resuming
Speaker 3: its original nightmarish form, a faceless horror, fixating its ghastly
Speaker 3: gaze on Marcus. In desperation, Emily tore the door off
Speaker 3: Apartment four eighteen and flung it at the creature, but
Speaker 3: it missed, as the doors ispet stream couldn't connect with
Speaker 3: that of the shifters. She had assumed the demon creature
Speaker 3: would attack Marcus, but she was wrong. The beast lunged
Speaker 3: at her, instead, pinning her against the wall. One clawed
Speaker 3: hand dug deep into her right shoulder, the other encircled
Speaker 3: her neck. Emily tensed as the shifter's featureless face split
Speaker 3: down the middle from top to bottom. She closed her
Speaker 3: eyes and turned her head as the vertical maw filled
Speaker 3: with flat razor bladed teeth came within centimeters of her face.
Speaker 3: The creature paused. Emily looked at the demon that held her.
Speaker 3: Its face morphed through a series of terrifying visages, as
Speaker 3: if flipping through a hellish picture book, and finally setting
Speaker 3: on a horrifyingly clown like appearance that chilled her to
Speaker 3: the bone. The shifter's corporeal form seemed to shut her
Speaker 3: with silent laughter, its grotesque body vibrating. It sniffed at
Speaker 3: Emily like an animal drawing in the scent of its prey,
Speaker 3: then unexpectedly loosened its grip around her neck.
Speaker 4: It spoke, what are you?
Speaker 2: What?
Speaker 4: I must know your nature? Tell me?
Speaker 6: What are you?
Speaker 9: Fuck you?
Speaker 4: Your end need not be agonizing, but it can be.
Speaker 1: Please no, truthfully, what are you?
Speaker 9: I'll tell you if you let Marcus go.
Speaker 4: The boy is irrelevant to me. I will make this deal.
Speaker 9: I'm an anomaly. I have chaos magic.
Speaker 4: I have felt many anomalies before you differ.
Speaker 8: I don't understand the burning items that you swear me.
Speaker 8: Other anomalies can't throw things with.
Speaker 9: There is fad.
Speaker 4: Oh the more mature anominies. They're able to manipulate objects,
Speaker 4: but use it more. The inferno you commanded it assailed me.
Speaker 4: It's not to invade. It was as if the flames
Speaker 4: themselves were alive, intent to undervourn you from within.
Speaker 9: I wish they had such.
Speaker 4: Cruelty does not befit you cruelty?
Speaker 8: Are you kidding me? You've been hunting me, trying to
Speaker 8: kill me.
Speaker 4: Be bad as it may, but this was your third
Speaker 4: remarkable execution. It has been an age since anyone made
Speaker 4: it to three. And challenge me this.
Speaker 9: What are you even talking about?
Speaker 4: It matters not now? Please tell me? Are you an
Speaker 4: evolution to the anomally? Are you simply more potent than
Speaker 4: you can? Or are you something else? Entirely?
Speaker 8: I don't know.
Speaker 9: I don't know. Why are you doing this to me?
Speaker 8: Why are you hunting me?
Speaker 4: Because I was asked to?
Speaker 9: Because you were asked to by who.
Speaker 4: I cannot say. They were disqueezed that it took three.
Speaker 4: Yet I hold gratitude.
Speaker 9: So you're gonna kill me because somebody.
Speaker 4: Asked yes, and for the dance of death you let.
Speaker 4: I am thankful.
Speaker 9: This is madness.
Speaker 4: It's hurs the pain you inflicted upon me.
Speaker 9: You're a monster.
Speaker 4: I'm thankful for the hunt you provided. Just let me go,
Speaker 4: Emily Swanson, my gratitude is yours.
Speaker 9: Fuck you.
Speaker 3: The Shifter's visage dissolved from the menacing clown mask back
Speaker 3: to its featureless form as its grip tightened once again
Speaker 3: around Emily's neck, cutting off her breath completely. Then it squeezed.
Speaker 3: As the pressure built, Emily's vision blurred to near blindness.
Speaker 3: Tears filled her eyes. She could feel the fire burning closer.
Speaker 3: In a final bid for survival, she focused intensely on
Speaker 3: the maroonpet thread connecting her to the shifter, Channeling all
Speaker 3: her remaining will into a thick ribbon of magic.
Speaker 6: She pulled.
Speaker 3: Suddenly, the shifter's claw released her throat, allowing a rush
Speaker 3: of oxygen to flut her lungs. The other claw slid
Speaker 3: out of her right shoulder, leaving behind a trail of pain.
Speaker 3: Emily rapidly blinked away the smoke and tears, striving to
Speaker 3: see the monster before her. What she saw was horrifying.
Speaker 4: A twisted collection of metal.
Speaker 3: Rods morphed into cruel hooknded bars protruded grotesquely from the
Speaker 3: Shifter's torso. They had pierced through its back and emerged
Speaker 3: from the stomach, curving into large U shaped hooks that
Speaker 3: re entered the creature, pinning it cruelly in place. While
Speaker 3: the creature was speaking, Emily had manipulated the remnants of
Speaker 3: the broken sprinkler system from above them. She had twisted
Speaker 3: the metal into several rod like shapes, weaving them through
Speaker 3: the air and driving them through the reach its back
Speaker 3: with deadly accuracy. Now free of the monstrous grasp, she
Speaker 3: pushed her ispet against the eight giant hooks, driving the
Speaker 3: shifter against the hallway wall. The scene was macabre as
Speaker 3: the hooks pierced through its arms and legs, anchoring themselves
Speaker 3: deep into the wall, trapping the shifter despite its frantic
Speaker 3: struggles to free itself. Seizing this opportunity, Emily used her
Speaker 3: ispet to float burning debris and embers directly beneath the
Speaker 3: Shifter's suspended form. She hungered for vengeance. She wanted to
Speaker 3: feel every ounce of pain that the shifter had caused
Speaker 3: her and her friends. She stood back, the flames reflecting
Speaker 3: in her eyes. She wanted to watch it burn.
Speaker 9: I hope you wrought in hell.
Speaker 3: Hastings assisted Detective Bullard in carrying Davis across the street,
Speaker 3: then gently placed him on the grass behind Bullard's car.
Speaker 3: He quickly checked Davis for any serious wounds or signs
Speaker 3: of distress. Fortunately, there seemed to be none that demanded
Speaker 3: immediate medical attention. Though the drugs were still tapering off.
Speaker 3: At the same time, September was attempting to help Amber
Speaker 3: cross the street. She appeared to have regained some of
Speaker 3: her composure, and now her face was etched with an
Speaker 3: expression of pure rage. Clutching Emily's cat tightly to her chest,
Speaker 3: she looked ready to attack anyone that dared approach her.
Speaker 3: Hastings offered Amber a comforting smile, an attempt to provide
Speaker 3: some reassurance amidst the chaos. She responded with a stern
Speaker 3: middle finger as she strode past him to stand next
Speaker 3: to Bullard. September shouldered a sympathetic shrug as.
Speaker 10: He approached September. I don't think Amber likes us very much.
Speaker 10: You are dead on with that iss Saise, I smiled
Speaker 10: at her. I know, Hastings, She'll come around. Are you injured?
Speaker 11: Nothing serious? Just some gashes from the falling metal.
Speaker 10: None of us appears to have sustained any serious injuries,
Speaker 10: which seems very unlikely after such a dangerous event.
Speaker 11: I assume Emily has something to do with that, possibly,
Speaker 11: speaking of which I will need you to stay here
Speaker 11: with them. I'm going back in to get Emily.
Speaker 10: I would not recommend that September the fire looks to
Speaker 10: a spread across the fifth floor. I could see places
Speaker 10: on the fourth floor where it is spread as well,
Speaker 10: all the more reason that I should go in after her.
Speaker 10: And there are two Contra agents on the entrance. They
Speaker 10: have removed their helmets, but they are agents and they
Speaker 10: are armed.
Speaker 4: Shit.
Speaker 11: Maybe I could go around the side.
Speaker 10: September. I need you to stay here. Emily and Marcus
Speaker 10: will have to do this on their own, Hastings. I
Speaker 10: do not mean to sound cruel, but if they do
Speaker 10: not make it out, then I will need your help
Speaker 10: to find another anomaly. I cannot successfully do this without you.
Speaker 10: Our goal was to see if we could save anomalies,
Speaker 10: not just Emily.
Speaker 11: I don't like it, Hastings. She's our friend.
Speaker 10: And how do you think she would feel if you
Speaker 10: ran inside and were immediately gunned down by Contra while
Speaker 10: trying to save her.
Speaker 11: She'd probably be pissed.
Speaker 10: She's not helpless. She's incredibly powerful and intelligent. She has
Speaker 10: better chances of making it out than you or I would.
Speaker 10: You're right, thank you for listening to my point of view, Hastings. Yes, September, how.
Speaker 11: Did you get so good at understanding people?
Speaker 10: I'm not good with all people. I tried to smile
Speaker 10: at Amber. Remember ignore that your spot on about Emily
Speaker 10: and that's different. Hmmm, that's interesting and since when did
Speaker 10: you use contractions?
Speaker 3: Emily watched as the flames danced around the shifter. With
Speaker 3: each of the creature's attempts to escape, she would drive
Speaker 3: the metal hooks deeper into the wall. Shifters were hard
Speaker 3: to kill, but she didn't expect it to be this difficult.
Speaker 3: The blaze intensified rapidly, and the sweltering heat bore down
Speaker 3: on Emily's face. Inside, Marcus was almost completely cut off
Speaker 3: from her, and as far as she could tell, he
Speaker 3: was still unconscious. Forsaking the shifter to its fiery prison,
Speaker 3: Emily attempted to reach Marcus. The heat was stifling, each
Speaker 3: step more agonizing than the last. She shielded her head
Speaker 3: and crouched low as she moved toward him, but the
Speaker 3: blistering air stopped her just a few steps away. Desperately,
Speaker 3: she reached out with her ispet, seeking something or someone
Speaker 3: that could help.
Speaker 4: What she truly needed was water.
Speaker 3: But that was something her ipet could not manipulate, or
Speaker 3: even sense for that matter. Then it clicked. Cricket had
Speaker 3: mentioned something about absorption and transference of powers, concepts that
Speaker 3: hadn't made sense until now. In Montana, she had been
Speaker 3: inadvertently draining the heat from her surroundings. That's why the
Speaker 3: temperature in the house was always colder than it should
Speaker 3: have been, and why Marcus was constantly freezing when she wasn't.
Speaker 3: When she tapped back, then her well was warm and comforting.
Speaker 3: That sensation extended to her physically as well. Once Cricket
Speaker 3: mentioned it, she focused on not absorbing the heat from
Speaker 3: around Marcus, but she still was not cold. She must
Speaker 3: have inadvertently switched and begun absorbing the cold temperatures around
Speaker 3: her to keep from getting physically cold. That's why her
Speaker 3: ispat well had changed to the icy temperatures. She reached
Speaker 3: back into her well and felt the freezing temperatures surrounding her.
Speaker 3: She pushed the cold back out of her well. It
Speaker 3: wasn't a directed flow like her healing energy, but more
Speaker 3: of an aura that radiated from her, repelling the fires.
Speaker 3: As the intense heat withdrew as if repulsed by an
Speaker 3: invisible barrier, and Emily swiftly closed the remaining distance to Marcus.
Speaker 3: The water she had earlier dropped on him, had shielded
Speaker 3: him temporarily, but his clothes and skin were now searing
Speaker 3: to the touch. She shook Marcus, attempting to wake him,
Speaker 3: but he didn't move. She assumed it was a bad
Speaker 3: concussion and weighed her options. Carrying Marcus through the inferno
Speaker 3: was out of the question. She needed him conscious and mobile.
Speaker 3: She placed her hand on the back of his neck
Speaker 3: and channeled a trickle of healing into him. The act
Speaker 3: was straining, but effective. Marcus woke with a gasp.
Speaker 9: Hey, Marcus, can you hear me?
Speaker 6: Hey?
Speaker 2: Yeah? What what happened?
Speaker 8: Marcus?
Speaker 9: We have got to get out of here.
Speaker 4: It's on.
Speaker 2: It's on fire.
Speaker 8: Yes, now let's go.
Speaker 3: Then the ESPET event began. Emily Swanson is voiced by
Speaker 3: Tisha Zang. Hastings is voiced by Adam Culbertson September is
Speaker 3: voiced by Richard Collins. Detective Bullard is voiced by Tony Kinney.
Speaker 3: Marcus Baker is voiced by Nico Rodriguez. Denali the Shifter
Speaker 3: is voiced by Stitch Mayo. Agent Victor Brown is voiced
Speaker 3: by t Alexander Saxton. Agent Natalie White is voiced by
Speaker 3: Sarah Callahan and narrated by Michael cole. Isfet Archives was
Speaker 3: written by Nico Rodriguez in collaboration with Titsha Zang. Epet
Speaker 3: Archives is a Creative TYPEO entertainment production. Find out more
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