<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/D6uzCbh.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Cloud 0/ Abigail Boylen<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luke's Bar, Clinton/Hells Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jessica Jones<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Misty Knight, Luke Cage, Patsy Walker (go Hellcats!)<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><em>Bitch!</em><br/><br/>Abigail paused, realizing she said that inside of her mind. That was a relief. The woman was freakishly strong. Probably steroids... or you know... super strength. She began to suspect the later when Misty mentioned suiting up and like Luke Cage, pulled out a gun of her own. Then the redhead that was so nice to her from before emerged from the bathroom wearing some yellow and blue get up.... and now the raven haired<del>bitch</del>woman just showed off some superhuman strength and was likely not Human Growth Hormone related. And she didn't even know what was special about the Chinese guy, but she had seen enough Kung Fu movies to fully suspect that he would unleash some sort of Kung Fu themed whoopass after a sufficient build up of tension. She only hoped she could live long enough to see it.<br/><br/>As soon as all of the other bar patrons hustled into the safe room and old man Roy closed the door behind them, Abigail turned to the street. First things first, she thought they had to get out there. There had to be civilians out there in danger and... Abigail jumped back a bit and saw the front door buckling from the impact of whatever pale grotesque humanoids that were literally throwing themselves against the door with enough force to rattle the frame and hinges. Jessica pressed herself to the opposite side of the door, slamming it shut as whatever creatures that were trying to come in continued to almost futilely try and batter it down. The glass of the bar front meanwhile wasn't just tempered, but reinforced and combined with the bars over the windows, looked rather secure even as their attackers pressed their inhumane visages against the glass, clawing at the windows and bars with long, curved claws and baring almost disjointed looking maws filled with rows of sharp teeth. Thankfully there were no yellow eyes which meant these weren't CHUD's... or at least movie Chuds.<br/><br/>"Okay, so maybe they're after us," Jessica stated nervously. Abigail sighed. Maybe the people on the street were okay. But why would they be after them. She glanced over to the others. There was yellow eyes, but those belonged to the redhead. She looked like a superhero. Maybe she was a superhero. What if they all were? She had no idea who they were of course but then again, she hadn't been in New York City for years. Maybe they were after them. What a terrible choice of a drinking hole... out of all the bars in Harlem... In New York City.<br/><br/>A manhole being hurled at one of the windows and opening up just enough of a crack for the critters to claw their ragged looking claws through caught Abigail's attention as she realized no extra guns were forthcoming. Shrugging to herself, she reached into her jacket and produced her own pistol. It was a Smith & Wesson M&P Compact. Standard SHIELD issue and since secretive old SHIELD really wasn't a thing until recently, she felt it was a rather safe bet that it couldn't be traced by its serial number, or at least was behind many spooky classifications. She just wished she had added the flashlight attachment to her pistol, but then again... she wasn't expecting to get into urban combat. Sighs... everything fell apart after Rudy Giuliani stopped being Mayor.<br/><br/>She brought the pistol up as her old SHIELD training suddenly kicked in, no doubt fueled by the adrenaline she was feeling. Looking at those... those claws... sliding through the crack in the reinforced glass. Like the hospital scene in the Walking Dead. "Stop!" Abigail suddenly screamed aloud. "We are armed and will open fire if you do not stop right now!" Abigail shouted as she got snarls and howls and hissing in response. God, this was ridiculous, she realized. But she had to cross her t's and dot her I's when it came to shooting people.<br/><br/>Then the Abomination showed up.<br/><br/>No wait, it wasn't the Abomination. Just had that same look about it. Giant, massive, hulking brute of indistinct flesh. The silhouette almost looked like a golem as it loomed over the lesser creatures. Lurching forward like a statue animated, it simply lifted one of its tree trunk limbs and swatted aside the iron bars over the windows with a mere gesture, iron bending and breaking like wooden splinters. Abigail backed up, gun in hand as she saw the creature then rear its head back and simply slam it forward like a literal battering ram, smashing its featureless head through several layers of transparent laminated plating like glass itself before drawing its massive head backwards. With a single gesture, it smashed a hole as wide as its shoulders into the windowfront of the bar and as soon as it reared back, at least a half dozen of the pale creatures lurched forward.<br/><br/>"Staahhhhhhfuck!" Abigail screamed aloud, more preoccupied with trying to get a single word out then shooting but she wasn't even able to finish one word as a single shot rang out. The bullet hit something but she didn't even see where it landed. Either way, none of them lurched back, or even paused and before she could fire again, Abigail felt herself being lifted up in the air. Like a rocket being launched, a thick white smoke billowed around the soles of her shoes as her body was propelled upwards and left a cloud of clean smoke in the spot where she was standing. The action had been subconscious, purely born out of reflexes like a muscle memory. The leading one of the creatures surged forward, flying through the cloud of white gas that Abigail left in her wake and slammed headfirst into the front of the bar with a loud thud. The others were practically falling over themselves after it entered while above it all, Abigail ducked her head down, narrowly avoid slamming her head into the ceiling. "Fuck..." she finally stammered as she saw the creatures boiling in.<br/><br/>She backed up, perching herself into a literal sitting position on the very top of the bar shelving as two more of the creatures half lunged, half crashed into the edge of the bar counter. They were flailing at the clouds she had left in her wake and as soon as their heads popped into view, emerging from the clouds of smoke. She was always a good shot and spotting targets coming out of a cloud of smoke, it was all muscle memory and hand eye coordination, just like another shooting drill. She wasn't perfect, but she had a stable platform to fire from, close range, dim lighting and a heart that was beating like hell. Not ideal... but far from imperfect. The bar lit up in flashes as she fired her pistol. Single, tight shots, all aimed quickly and efficiently.<br/><br/>Two rounds discharged and disappeared into the smoke to no effect. She wasn't sure if she missed completely or just missed the head. Then on the third shot one of the creatures literally leaped from the cloud, honing in on her little perch at the top of the bar shelf. It was actually an incredibly easy shot since she just barely managed to keep her nerves in check and not fluff the shot at the last second. She fired a third time as the creature leaped up at her in midair and while she couldn't see the impact, she did see a welter of dark gore and ichor explode out of the back of the creatures head. But it was still flying through the air towards her as she squeezed off another quick shot, this round tearing through the creatures lower jaw and then punching clean through its throat. Though she didn't realize it, pure momentum was flying him through the air and though it was already dead, the fact its lower jaw looked all the more terrifying as it lay uselessly hanging from its head made Abigail actually scream as she lashed out and slammed a boot into the face of the flying creature, kicking the corpse back down to the bar.<br/><br/>"Sh....poop!" she grunted, somehow having enough sense of mind to not swear all of a sudden. Perched up here, she saw the creatures seemed rather single minded in flooding through the hole in the glass and lurching towards the other ones still on the ground floor. The next one that burst from the rapidly dissipating cloud of smoke lurched towards the dark haired girl... Jessica... who was still bracing against the front door. Again, more reacting then thinking, Abigail took aim at that one and fired another round. Her aim wasn't perfect, the bullet thudding into the upper back of the creature as it scrambled across the ground on all fours, its shoulder barely recoiling from the gunshot wound and only slowing it for a split second.  Ten shots in the magazine. Six fired. Four left. Had to make them count. She started to fire another shot at the one coming at Jessica when yet another of the monsters leaped up towards her and by the time she panned her aim back to her front and center, Abigail was already pulling her legs back as she saw the long claws of the creature rack against the soles of her sneakers.<br/><br/>Her poo comfortable Sketchers. Three more gunshots rang out. Three of them punched through the upper body of the creature, tearing through its shoulders and chest but the creature practically landed upon her, its inhumanely large maw filled with sharp teeth opening up, ready to rip her face off. Abigail winced, jerking her head back hard enough that it thudded against the back edge of the ceiling and wall. She fired the final round in the magazine, not even having to aim for the giant mouth that provided such an excellent target. The bullet destroyed the creatures tongue and shot straight down the back of the creatures mouth, exiting out the backside and taking most of the rear of its brain and chunks of skull along with it. Abigail closed her eyes as flecks of blood splattered across her own face and she quietly hoped as the corpse fell away and onto the bar floor, that whatever these creatures were, they weren't contagious. She wiped the blood clear off of her face and onto her sleeve before noticing the insane melee occurring at her feet.<br/><br/>She was glad she brought another mag and quickly fumbled through her pockets, trying not to panic as she slammed the fresh ammunition into her pistol and then worked the action. Some return to America this was turning out to be. At least HYDRA wasn't going to try to eat her face off. What a birthday.