By the time I got to the party, it was pretty much over. A big guy, with skin like a rockfall, stood in the middle of the warehouse. The others on the team were tossed about randomly, unconscious. Meltdown, Water Woman, even Lizardo — they were all down for the count. The rocky guy looked like he’d just finished the beatdown, and was wondering what to do next.
When I opened the door, he turned to face me — surprisingly fast for a guy covered in stone.
“Who the hell are you?!”
I smirked at his accusing finger. Why do they always point like that?
“Me? I’m just the guy with the gun.”
I reached into my coat, and pulled out Bessie. She gleamed slightly in the harsh fluorescent light.
“That ain’t gonna do you no good. You know what I do with guns?”
Suddenly, he was standing deep into my personal space. Even from up close, it looked like fallen rock. Did I mention he moves fast for a big guy?
“I eat guns for breakfast.”
He smiled a big toothy smile. Even his teeth looked like loose stones. Then he grabbed my gun. I’m sure he thought he could just yank it out of my hand, and leave me helpless.
But he didn’t know Bessie. As soon as he touched her, she grew tentacles. Big scaly things, with four-fingered hands tipped with claws, except the claws looked like an assortment of bits from Cthulu’s pocket knife.
To his credit, Mr. Rockface’s screams were manly and throaty — not girly at all.
“Oh yeah, did I mention? The gun doesn’t like other people touching her.”