Conventional Weapons

Droping to my knees, I lifted Dolly into my arms and pushed her brown hair and placed my ear near to her lips. I sighed in relief as I realized she was still breathing, although it was just barely. Fun Ghoul and Val and already sprung into action, firing laser beams at Kobra Kid and Jet Star. I lifted Dolly up, bridal style, and carried her from inside Hyper-Thrust to the Trans am.
"Come on!" I shouted to the guys.
'We're trying" Val responded, continuing to fire at the DESTROYAS.
"I need to get her to Blu"
"We need to not die!"
"Get in the goddamn car!" I screamed. Without hesitation, Val and Ghoul climbed into the car, Ghoul in the back with the still unconscious Dolly Pop, and Val with me, firing his ray gun out the passenger window.
"Hit the gas!" He yelled, as the two exterminators began to come closer to us. I didn't reply, I just pressed my foot on the gas, speeding off with a massive cloud of dust behind us.

"Blu!" I screamed, carrying Dolly into Blu's home.
"Yes?" She replied, walking into the front entry. She immediately ran over, and grabbed Dolly from my arms.
"I'll take care of this" she said, trying to comfort me by sounding completely calm, even though I knew she was programmed with human emotions and was probably freaking out inside. Within moments, the droid and my girlfriend were out of my sight, leaving me alone in the room. I knew that I really couldn't do anything. Except wait. I didn't want to wait. I wanted to be next to her. I wanted to be holding her hand and telling her that everything would be okay. But instead, I was waiting in an androids living room, about ready to pass out from anxiety.
It took some time, like an hour, before Blu reentered the room. She didn't look sad, or worried. But she did look very determined, and this made me feel okay. With all this fuckin' worry, in was beginning to think my red hair would turn gray.
"She's fine" Blu said. "She just had an injury to her abdominal area. I was able to completely patch her up. She's going to be sore, but she'll be fine none the less"
"Good" I replied, sighing in relief.
"There is one thing though" she started, making me catch my breath.
"What is it? Is it bad?"
"Depending on how you view things. When I scanned her, she had an abnormal blood level. It was higher then it should be fore a twenty-seven year old female. When I looked further into it, I discovered that her levels were because there was something growing inside her"
"A parasite?" I asked, in the zones it's more likely to catch some man eating bug then anything else.
"A fetus"
"A what?"
"Dolly was twelve weeks pregnant when she was hit. Unfortunately, the way ray guns are created, the electric shock automatically aborts any living thing, unless set to stun."
"So, she was pregnant"
"Yes,"
I sat down on the chair and sighed. This was definitely a shocker, but it still kinda hurt. It felt like a large man punched me in the gut. It wasn't like we were trying to have a kid, but it wasn't like we weren't either. For us, our motto had always been whatever happens is what's meant to happen. I know she wanted a baby, and Dolly would make a damn good mother. But that was lost to us now. At least for this moment. Fuck, this means I've almost been a dad twice.
"Can I see her?" I asked.
"Not now. She's resting." Blu answered. "I recommend going to Doctor Death Defying and informing him of the situation."
"Okay." I nodded, turning to leave the house.
"One question" Blu said. "Who shot her?"
"Jet Star"

"Dr. D" I called, stepping into the old office for Better Living Industries. "Yo, where are you?
"Party." I heard a small voice say. I immediately recognized it as Grace.
"Grace, where are you?" I asked, looking around the white room that had been covered in spray paint and posters. From a random corner, Grace came running to me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Dr. D told me to hide," she cried, as I felt her tears soak through my black shirt.
"Grace," I started, lowing myself to her level. "What happened?"
"We were checking the systems, making sure BL/Ind couldn't break through the fire walk again." She said, trying to hold back sobs.
"Where is he?'
"He told me to more and stay away until I knew someone I could trust would be here. Then they came in."
"Who?"
"Draculoids." She cried. "And Kobra and Jet."
"Is he okay? Where's Pony?"
"They killed Dr. D!" She exclaimed, finally sobbing. I pulled her into my arms and held her tight.
"Grace, I need you to take me to him," she pulled away from my arms and nodded slowly. I stood up straight and grabbed her hand.
Inside Dr. D's broadcast room looked too much like the inside of Hyper-Thrust. Destroyed, black, full of death. In one corner, Grace's computer was turned over and broken, no longer able to be used. In the other corners, turned over desks and chairs. The center of the room was the most violent sight. Doctor Death Defying's wheel chair was turned over, wheels bent and the cushions ripped up. Next to that, was the body of my leader. Dr. D had sustained a point blank shot, by ray gun, to his head. His legs and arms were bent in odd positions. The death of Dr. D had confirmed our suspicions. Better Living Industries were coming after the people I loved most until they had won. They left me signs, told me to 'keep running' and to give up. I decided, at that fucking moment, I wouldn't give up. For Dolly, the unborn baby we almost had, for Doctor Death Defying, and even for Jet Star and Kobra Kid, I decided of was time to stand up. I decided I would be the one to end Better Living Industries. Or I would die trying.

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