The Warriors: The Power of the Insane by The Warriors (animal farm read .TXT) 📕

horror at something behind them. Georgia followed her gaze and saw a Beatle! It was a few yards up the street and hadn’t seen them; Fury pulled at Georgia’s arm, slowly pulling her into the shadows.
“When did he show up?” Georgia gasped.
“When you were having your little premonition!”
“Is that Alice?”
“No, she’s only got one eye, this has two.”
“Please tell me you brought guns!”
Fury turned to Georgia. “I didn’t exactly plan for this to happen! I don’t go out every day expecting one for these to show up! I’m not psychic!”
“Oh, and I am? Oh, wait, I am!”
“So, we’re safe, as long as it hasn’t-”
Fury turned, to see the Beatle towering over her, it’s teeth bared, hungrily!
“Run!” yelled Georgia, as Fury grabbed her arm and sped down the street.
“OK, it’s coming for us!” cried Fury, as the Beatle started to gallop towards them, it’s eyes wide and playful, it’s tongue lolling at the side of it’s mouth.
Georgia threw her arms up and a glass window from a shop shattered and exploded into the air, the shards soaring towards the Beatle’s face. The Beatle burst through the glass, speeding up.
Georgia raised her hands, trying to freeze the Beatle with her telekinesis, but no matter how hard she concentrated she couldn’t quite hold it!
Fury was suddenly speeding towards the Beatle, leaping over it and down the other side, confusing the Beatle. I t stopped and stared after Fury, who had disappeared and re-appeared next to Georgia. The Beatle turned, looking all about itself.
“Is it me, or does it seem like it’s not very intelligent?” murmured Fury.
“Stop! Beatle! To me!” yelled an unfamiliar voice from a nearby roof top.
Georgia and Fury looked to where the voice came from, to see a short man with greasy hair gazing down at them. The Beatle bounded over to the base of the building and looked up, eagerly.
“Do not harm them, although the stench of their femininity is setting off my ear allergies, , but, nonetheless, leave them. They are key players in the game.” He spoke to the Beatle.
“Who the fuck are you?” shouted Fury.
“I am Bryce. Remember my name. We will meet again.” And with that, he disappeared from the edge of the building, the Beatle paused a moment, and then bounded up the street and around the corner, leaving only the sound of a car alarm after it.
“What the fuck was that?” Georgia stared after it, completely bemused.


“Nicki, are you sure you don’t want one?” asked Daniel, waving a packet of cigarettes in front of Nicki.
“I am, thank you.” She looked away, trying not to think about smoking.
Daniel gave up and dropped them onto the table. “So I may have lost a bet about the sneezing, but I still don’t think you’ll be able to hold out.”
“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?” Nicki mumbled, looking up at Georgia.
Verity, Holly and Fury were also sat in the lounge, ready for Georgia to begin.
“A guy named Bryce decided to give us a visit last night. He control’s a Beatle and he said we’ll meet him again. Don’t know about you, but this has the Scarlet Lady written all over it!” Georgia explained.
“It certainly smells like it.” added Fury.
“So, what do you suggest we do?” asked Verity, sceptically.
“I had a premonition. I think that and Bryce are somehow connected.” Georgia explained.
“What was it?” asked Verity.
“I was in a warehouse, and there were people trapped inside. They were scared. Like something bad was about to happen.”
“So, how is that connected to some randomer that the Scarlet Lady sent after us?”
“I’m not so sure that Bryce was after us.” Fury added. “He didn’t fight us, didn’t try to kill us or anything.”
“So maybe he had other things on his mind. I still don’t see how the two things are related. Anyway, Georgia, how do you know that this warehouse thing is actually going to come to pass?” Verity crossed her arms, stubbornly.
“I don’t know, but I have a hunch it’s ongoing. I don’t know why.”
“Oh, you have a hunch, do you? Oh, well then you must be right, because you have a hunch!” Verity spat, annoyed.
“OK, let’s forget the hunch! I just think that, now that we know that there is a Beatle loose on the streets, we should try and find it and kill it!” explained Georgia.
Verity was silent.
“OK, it’s settled. We find it, kill it, and then interrogate this Bryce dude.” Fury said, firmly.


Part 3: Beatle Hunt

“OK, the plan-”
“Daniel! We’re not having another one of your crappy plans!” Fury interrupted Daniel, before he tried to explain. Everyone was gathered, once again, around the kitchen table, suited up and ready to go. The sun was about to set over the trees and the streets of London would soon go dark- perfect!
“We’ll split up and due to Georgia’s little power problem, I managed to steal these from an ex-employee at Paracorp, so this is how we will stay in contact.” Fury threw 5 small ear pieces onto the table. Once everyone had taken one and secured them in their ears, Fury continued, “Once one of us finds it, Bryce won’t be far behind, so we’ll have to lure the Beatle to this courtyard, near Daniel’s estate. Georgia, you will be stationed in the courtyard ready to aid. The rest of us will make our way to the courtyard to aid in the killing.”
“Sounds like a plan.” chirped Nicki.
“Let’s go!”


Verity stalked the streets of London, her bow in one hand, a quiver of arrows on her back. Of course, she thought this whole idea was bollocks. This likely hood that one Beatle and some deranged Scarlet Lady minion and a vision Georgia happened to have are related is very small! Nonetheless, she kept an eye out for the Beatle, remembering what happened the last time they decided to split up separately. At least they weren’t going right into the lion’s mouth this time.
“I got nothing.” murmured Daniel through the earpiece.
“Me neither.” added Holly.
“Er, I found some blue slobber on Clifton Avenue.” Nicki mumbled.
“OK, Verity, get to Clifton Avenue. The rest keep looking.” Fury ordered. Verity sighed and turned on her heels towards Clifton Avenue. Of course, Imperia with all her magical psychic powers wasn’t around so Verity had to endure Fury’s demands, no matter how hard she tried to ignore her.
Verity rounded a corner onto Clifton Avenue. No sign of Nicki.
She carried on up the street, until she came to a car, covered in the familiar blue substance of a Beatle, fumes slowly rising from it.
Verity looked around for some sign of Nicki or the Beatle, drawing her bow. A while of stalking the darkness and Verity was ready to give up on finding Nicki, when a pillar of flame shot out into the sky from behind as line of houses!
Verity sprinted through an alley way into a residential estate, to see dragon-Nicki shooting flames at a fat-looking Beatle.
Verity stayed, unnoticed by the two in the shadows and attempted to snipe the beast; she aimed an arrow at the weak, vulnerability of it’s eyes. The dragon paused when the arrow suddenly appeared before her and the Beatle screeched in pain, clawing at it’s eyes.
The dragon opened it’s almighty jaws and clamped it’s neck, squeezing tight. The Beatle pined, unable to breath, feebly clawing at the dragon, who wasn’t letting go. Blue goo started to ooze from the dragon’s teeth, the Beatle going limp and eventually, stopped fighting. The dragon opened it’s jaws and watched the broken body fall to the floor, dead.
Verity looked up at Nicki’s huge, yellow eyes.
Job done.
She was about to turn around and contact the others, when, “You... You killed him!” wailed a high pitched, male voice. “You murderers! You angels of death! How could you? HOW COULD YOU?”
Verity was ready with her bow and looking around for the voice, the dragon behind her letting a small growl form it’s teeth. She tensed as the voice continued to wail and cry like a child would when they’d lost their pet dog.
There, knelt in the middle of the road, was a guy with a tangle of greasy curly hair.
“Who are you?” Verity spoke, her voice echoing off the street. She noticed, behind him, several people stood concealed in the shadows, facing them with vacant expressions on their faces.
“I am Bryce, it is my job to ensure the Beatle army is built and ready to destroy the human race!” he spat, standing. “And now, you have just prompted your immediate downfall!”
Verity spoke into her ear piece, “Guys, issue, need assistance!”
“On our way.” Replied Fury.
Bryce let out a high pitched laugh. “By the time your assistance gets here, the pair of you shall be dead!”
“Yes, but sadly, by the time they get here, you won’t have gone through puberty either.” Verity said, sarcastically.
“Why, you bitch! I shall have you know, my hormones are in direct conflict with my bodily fluids and excretions!” He paused. “Now you die!” he turned and disappeared into the shadows, being replaced by 4 normal looking people, each with a look of vacant wrath on their faces.
Verity backed away slightly, as they continued to close in. The four of them paused slightly, and then suddenly jerked forwards, there was the sound of growling and Verity found herself staring up at four, hungry looking Beatles, closing in, fast!

Georgia heard Verity’s plea in her ear and immediately made her way to Clifton Avenue. She wasn’t far away, when she heard the child-like laugh and then the silence. They’d either dealt with it, or there was another problem. She made her way through an alley way, suddenly remembering the combat rifle she held in her hands that Fury had insisted she take. The thing was heavy and scary- she hoped she wouldn’t have to use it.
She stepped out onto Clifton Avenue, when a vision gripped her mind, throbs of pain poking at her vision. The warehouse again, and the voice, this time yelling, “Go! Run! You can’t save them!” the people below her were agitated, scared, stressed...
Her vision returned, although she could still hear the guy’s voice echoing around the street.
There was no way she was leaving. Georgia could only watch as she got closer to the four Beatles. She lifted her combat rifle, ready to fire, when a pillar of fire leapt to one of the Beatles, along with a salvo of arrows. Georgia lifted her hand and the fire and the arrows shot towards her and stopped in mid air, falling to the ground. The Beatle before her was reduced to a pile of ash and the other Beatles were suddenly becoming angry. One of them leapt towards the dragon, but was batted away into another Beatle. Georgia took her chance and fired on the two Beatle who fumbled on the ground. Although slightly battered by recoil, Georgia was satisfied when the two Beatles were suddenly motionless.
Turning to the other Beatle, Georgia found herself beneath it as it leapt onto her! She screamed as she was squished between it and the ground, the foul-smelling ooze pouring down around her. The thing screamed on top of her, in pain and jerked, jerking Georgia with it! The Beatle suddenly went limp and covered her completely, blocking out the light from the street lights.
There was a moment of silence.
“Georgia? You under there?” came the muffled sound of Nicki’s voice.
Georgia moaned and answered a stiff, “Yeah! Get it the