Page 149 of Fatality

A few minutes later, Varek returns with something wrapped in foil and drops it at my feet.

I pick it up and unfold it, only to find some kind of burrito. Junk food.

It smells like grease, cancer, and synthetic meat.

I grimace.

What the hell is that?

I’m not usually picky when it comes to food, but this?

No fucking way. I’m not eating some burrito straight from hell.

“What?” Varek asks.

His broad arm crossing over his chest, his long brown and orange streaks harsh under the garage’s light.

“There is no fucking way I’m eating that.”

“The fuck do you mean, Princess?” Ren snaps.

“I mean—” I stagger to my feet, weak and shaking, brandishing the hell-burrito at them. “I’m not eating some synthetic shit that’ll either give me cancer or send me on a one-way trip to the grave.”

“You’ll eat it, or you’ll eat nothing.” Varek says, his voice so deep and calm.

“No. I refuse to die.” I shake my head.

“Oh, the princess is having a crisis?” Ren advances. “You’ll eat it, or I’ll shove it down your throat.”

I raise an eyebrow.

Is he serious? I look at the burrito from hell, then back at him.

“You’re right,” I say, my voice suddenly sweet. “It should be eaten.”

“Yes.”

I smile, and throw the burrito straight into his face.

SPLAT.

The thing explodes on impact, ingredients splattering across his face, his shirt, and the floor.

I dust off my hands, thoroughly satisfied.

“I told you I wasn’t going to eat it,” I say. “But it seems you will.”

Varek stares at Ren’s plastered face, then at me. Then back at him.

Ren doesn’t even move to wipe anything off.

Varek sighs, a deep, exhausted sigh.

“You’re dead.” Ren says, synthetic meat sliding down his face.

“Yeah? Kill me. Let’s see how your boss reacts.” I taunt.

Ren moves. Not as fast as Evren, but fast enough.