Metal Torture - Chapter 27
The Unexpected Destruction
Gunshots rang out nearby, footsteps thundering down the hallway, heading right in our direction. Falcone was screaming in pain as several of his men, about four in total, came flooding into the room, their guns swinging to aim at J, afraid they’d hit their boss if they fired on me. The Joker dove away over the bed, my scream of rage smothered by the sound of guns firing, the room lighting up with gun flares.
“Nooo!” I howled, rolling over onto the floor, lurching over to hook an arm around Falcone’s neck. I dragged him to me, his body limp even though he was still conscious. The current I’d sent into him had paralyzed him temporarily and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, using him as a shield, my wild eyes searching the room for The Joker.