In the distance, a whistling filled the air. It hurt to listen to it, and it could only mean one thing. Tornado.
A burst of lighting pierced the sky, immediately followed by a blast of thunder. The conditions were perfect, otherwise she would've had to light the station on fire. There was a scuffle on the inside, a few muffled yells, and the bells of escape rang inside the station.
"We're going in," muttered Katrina to no one in particular. Curly grunted, and jumped up in through the window. Katrina ran out to the front, and pretty soon, she saw a hoard of prisoners running in her direction. She folded her arms, locked her expression, and smirked.
"Bring it," she spat at the oncoming pack of prisoners.
The entire pack raced past her, one dude stopped in front of her, and stared at her incredulously.
"You are my here," he muttered, nodding his head, "What you did, and then avoiding the cops"
"I did what? Avoiding who?" she asked, faking curiousness.
He smirked, "Good luck, chick." He patted her on the back, and continued running with all his other delinquents.
"Slow as DSL" she muttered under her breath. Pretty soon, once all the other prisoners had passed, the guards came running out of the station. A bolt of lightning flashed, and her identity had been revealed. Her hair flying all over her face, every part of her body soaking wet, she smirked.
All the guards gasped when they saw her. There was scattered muttering of "Is that her?" and "Katrina Bounty? No way!!"
She smirked even wider, seeing the fear written all over their faces. She decided to go with her gut instinct, which was to go right through them.
"I smell your fear," she said in a commanding tone, walking right through them. The grown guards whimpered in fear, pressing their bodies up against the wall, "It's written all over your face. The sweat dripping down your faces, the color leaving your face, your hands trembling. Your nothing but big, fat, butt ugly babies with nowhere else to go but to mommies' arms."
Meanwhile
"Curly?" whispered Smas up to the snow-white form that had just appeared before him.
A faint whimpering relieved his anxious soul, only Curly would do that. There was a little bit of wet on his wrists, and in a matter of minutes, the ropes around his hands had been released. He stood up, stretching the length of his body, and looked over to the snow white form.
"Thanks, girl" he said, leaning down to pat her on the head. She barked happily, and led him out the door and into the hall.
On his way out, Smas grabbed a small notepad, and tucked it in his pocket.
"Might just need that" he muttered.
Meanwhile again
Katrina had made her way past all the guards, and saw Smas and Curly racing after her.
"Did it all go according to plan?" she asked, curiosity bursting.
Curly barked at her, and ran straight past her, Smas panting heavily running behind. Katrina followed them, racing as fast as she could after Curly's bobbing white form. Behind her, one of the guards yelled after her.
"You haven't seen the last of us! We will get our revenge!!"
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