All Hail The Rat Queen

All hail the rat queen 🙌🙌🙌🙌

Oops.

Long, elegant fingers wiped the still warm blood from her face; maybe she should invest in silencers. But in America...would even anyone bat an eye at a gunshot?

Enough of da rats

Karma let us see your snake boobs pls

“Everyone has a death wish today or what?!”

“I haven't even said anything”

“Yet.”

^ is 💯 sure James has been possessed by Jack Sparrow's spirit because not only he's doing stupid shit in a death game full of supernatural creatures but he's still alive.

(Not like she's not rooting for him.)

" how callous. "

“How so? They don't even have a second to comprehend they are going to die.”

Oh what a great company decided to skitter out from God knows where. Looks like she was behind on the Symbiote Case as she was only aware of only one active after the rocket failure. Well then.

“Or are you referring to the guy I shot in the dick before the head?” the marksman questioned, that action was very well deserved and she couldn't believe she was criticized by an alien while surrounded by corpses. Maybe she should be afraid. It would be logical, but all she could gather was slight irritation.

🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀

No thank you, she can have an another method of target practice. At least stray cats will have enough to carry back to their kittens too.

Perhaps this is a weird first interaction, but. . Death might have heard something about a death wish?

Of course they had to use the train as a quicker and in a way, safer escape. Not much left from the small group of robbers, corpses resting in the dust, confused horses scattered. Karma wouldn't have targeted the gang if it was only robbery -she should leave some scraps to the other bounty hunters-; but murder also followed each heist easily and unnecessarily.

Now they were fleeing with only their lives, scrambling to get away from the emerald eyed marksman on a sleek ebony mare. Villám easily kept up with the train, pace steady enough for Karma to climb after the remainder.

“Gyere utánam, hamarosan végzek.” (Follow me, I will be done soon.) She departed with an encouraging smile, after all it has been a while since a long distance chase.

Harsh wind combed through sunlightened dark blonde hair, after a shot whizzed past her, the thrill reaching the level where it lapped at her spine like electric fire, filling her lungs with oxygen with each steady, accelerating beat of her heart. The fire returned, the body tumbling down from the wagon.

A small clang of a rifle on metal among the overwhelming fog of noise, an immediate whirl and a bullet between the train cars; she would rather not see what became of that body. Steel heeled boots a confident rhythm on the roof in search of the last one standing, as if she was walking on solid ground not on top of the moving engine. She has reached the edge.

Karma couldn't decide whenever it was courage or blind stupidity as the man emerged, still she waited both out of respect and to prolong the adrenaline roaring in her veins. The man eventually steadied himself, the desperation born from facing death wearing a crosshair scar made him reach for his revolver. The final shot rang before he could even reach the weapon.

Bright eyes fluttered close despite her not so safe position, one last rush. Villám kept up without any problems, now curiously looking up at her rider who offered a victorious smile in return. Elegantly, the gunslinger slid back to the saddle with enviable ease, slowing the horse's pace a little. They had a death wish from the moment they started killing witnesses.

The victory ride back to the town interrupted by a feeling similar to deja vu, not quite that, but extraordinarily strong. She has witnessed, experienced a few...weird things, feelings; at first she tried to brush them off with a reasonable explanation until she couldn't. And the shadows' passing whispers has always been correct.

Her gaze guided by the whispers, falling upon a looming figure, both blending in and standing out from the wasteland. It was watching, she was certain. Her left revolver had two, her right three bullets remaining, a complete refill takes fifteen seconds if she's in a hurry. Her gut told she was. Nimble fingers danced from her belt to the chambers while Villám stayed on the route towards the town. When the cylinders clicked back in place Karma knew the figure had red eyes.