Lucky Strike (Super Harem #1) - Catherine Banks Page 0,70

in the room, except Transistor asked.

“Come and get them you old piece of scaly trash!” I taunted Doc Creation and then shot a bolt into the wall, making it explode and opening a hole I could fit through easily, but he would have to squeeze through.

“Wait!” several voices called out, but I ignored them all.

I ran as fast as I could, stumbling a little bit at first as the injection he had given me still hadn’t worn completely off.

“Give me that back!” Doc Creation roared.

I glanced back and saw him struggle through the hole and fling an armored SUV in the garage like it was a chair.

Note to self: Do not get hit by his fists because that will definitely hurt.

“Better hurry before I drop them!” I shouted.

Adrenaline coursed through me and gave me a burst of speed. We raced down the tunnel and he slowly gained on me. Despite his size, he moved pretty damn fast!

Light ahead gave me hope and I used some of my electricity to propel me faster. It worked better than I thought it would, and I flew out of the tunnel and up into the air, fifteen feet off the ground.

I screeched and flailed my arms.

“Got you,” Galactic Gargoyle said as he caught me and immediately had to veer to the left to avoid a clawed arm swinging at us. “I seem to always catch you as you’re falling.”

“Better than scooping me up after I’ve splatted,” I said with a chuckle. Looking over his shoulder I gasped, seeing Doc Creation gaining on us. “Um, faster?”

“Where are we headed?” he asked.

I looked around us and pointed towards a field surrounded by electric towers. “There.”

He chuckled. “Should I call the mayor and let them know the power is going to go out?”

“Probably,” I said and shrugged nonchalantly.

“Give me the blood!” Doc Creation roared.

“Does Transistor really have nanobots in his blood?” Gargoyle asked softly.

“Not my place to answer,” I said. “I’m sure he’d be glad to tell you. Oh, someone should call my parents to see if they want to join the fight.”

“You sure about that?” he asked. “We could just keep it between us and make it an Association-only fight.”

“I guess that would look better if a news copter comes,” I muttered. “You get to explain to my dad why he wasn’t invited to the party, though.”

“I think I can handle that,” he said.

“So, if we survive this, do you want to go on vacation for a week?” I asked.

He looked down at me with a scowl. “What?”

“I think the five of us should go to a beach somewhere and take a week off of work to relax,” I said. “We haven’t been able to relax more than a day at most and I’m freaking tired.”

We made it to the field and he set me down in the center of it. “That sounds fun.”

“Lucky,” Alfred said, back in his droid ball form.

Doc Creation slowed to a walk as he approached us.

“Galactic Gargoyle, it’s time for you to leave,” I said and let bits of electricity zip along my arms.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said with a scoff and his stone claws extended to three inches in length.

I glared at him. “I could—”

“You can’t electrocute me, remember?” he said without looking at me. “And his claws won’t be able to penetrate my skin.”

“This is—”

“Our fight,” he interrupted me. “You are mine and I am yours. We work together.”

“She is ours,” Hurricane said as he dropped to the ground beside us.

Vortex landed next, smiling at me.

“I can’t electrocute him if you are all here,” I argued.

“You’ll kill yourself if you try to funnel that much electricity through your body at once,” Gargoyle argued. “You almost did that night you were fighting your dad.”

“I—” These men were so infuriating!

“Now I get it!” Doc Creation yelled. “You’re dating all of them. Good for you. They’ll provide strong genes for children. I bet those children would give me great progress in my research. You wouldn’t happen to be pregnant currently? I could take some samples from the fetus if you are.”

“Ew,” I said and scrunched up my nose. I wasn’t pregnant, but if I had been, I definitely wouldn’t have let him take samples from the baby.

“Spread out,” Gargoyle ordered everyone.

I held up the vials of Transistor’s blood and asked, “Still want these?”

His eyes focused on the vials. “Yes.”

I tossed them up into the air and then electrocuted them until they exploded in a fine mist.

Coughing, I realized I had miscalculated