"Bang!"
The mutated death-row inmate's fist smashed a corner off the load-bearing column. Broken stones flew past Felicia's face, slicing a bloody gash across her cheek. Her back pressed against the cold column, and her left leg could no longer support her.
That heavy blow had torn the wound on her calf wide open. Blood ran down her black stealth suit, leaving a broken red trail across the metal floor.
The inmate lowered its head. Its face, twisted and ruined by the serum, held no expression. Only its bloodshot, milky eyes remained.
It raised a fist larger than Felicia's head.
A foul-smelling gust bore down first. Felicia raised her claws, trying to make one last stand. But her arm only made it halfway up before a tearing pain shot through her shoulder.
She had no strength left. She looked beyond the bulletproof glass.
Her father pressed himself against the glass, his forehead bloodied from striking it. His mouth opened and closed as though he were shouting at her to run. Two mercenaries held her mother down, her face frighteningly pale.
Felicia suddenly wanted to laugh.
Run?
Where could I possibly run? She closed her eyes.
The next second.
Hiss!
A strand of white webbing shot through the air and stuck squarely to the inmate's thick wrist, snapping taut in an instant!
"Roar!"
The inmate's fist was forcibly yanked aside and slammed into the metal floor beside Felicia. A section of flooring caved in.
Felicia's eyes flew open. At that same moment, the grille on the ventilation duct overhead burst apart.
Bang!
Steel fragments rained down like a storm. A red-and-blue figure dropped through the debris, webbing wrapped around the duct supports above, his body whipping into a spin with the momentum of his fall.
"Get away from her!"
Peter's voice