7.c.vii.
The Crash
charged along the narrow pathways of the maze’s surface, beating and battering
the day traders unfortunate enough to find themselves sharing space with the
behemoth. Some leapt into the trenches
below and were gifted with broken leg bones or dislocated hips. A few unlucky ones met a coarse-haired
blender with jagged teeth. Pieces of
these unfortunates found their way back up on the ledge accompanied by a
crimson mist.
Commander
Credit ran along the top of the maze firing gold cards from the launcher in his
cybernetic arm. Negotiating the
confusing pathway did nothing for his aim and the majority of these cards
pocked against ledge walls, or snagged in the tight curls of the carpeted
surface. A few found purchase in their
intended target, sinking into The Crash’s flesh like arrows into a stampeding
buffalo. Blood, black and tar thick, seeped from wherever the credit card
blades stuck.
The gaps
between the ledges narrowed. Commander
Credit thought the move might bring him closer to his quarry so he leapt the
trench and continued on a new path.
The Crash picked up a polo-clad coffee
fetcher, used him like a bat to whack a small group of day traders into the
labyrinth, and then flung the now unconscious man across several sections of
the maze at Commander Credit. The body
thudded against the ledge wall, face and arms slapping across the platform like
a wet towel.
Senior
Executive and Corporate Man continued to pick their way through the maze as fleeing
packs of day traders rushed by haphazardly and almost knocked them into the
trench. Senior Executive punched the
keys on his smart phone when he could risk a glance toward it. Ahead they could see the distance between
Commander Credit and The Crash narrowing.
