791 My Girlfriend's Bubble Powers

My girlfriend was a bounty hunter like the rest of us in the community, but she was a lot softer, cleaner and less intimidating than the rest of us. She was hired for jobs where the enemy wasn't expecting the most horrific and painful death they could experience.

We got to work. We walked the streets of the inner city before trouble reared its ugly head.

When we came face to face with the first jerk, my girlfriend blew bubbles in their face. They blinked and before they knew it, they were encased entirely in a bubble. They started floating up in the air. My girlfriend was able to control it and keep it close. The jerk was stuck inside.

More jerks showed up. More bubbles were blown, more jerks floated up in the air. The bubbles joined together into one big bubble and eventually we caught all the jerks we were assigned to catch.

There was one thing left to do. My girlfriend brought the bubble down, all the jerks screaming and shouting at us from inside. That's all they had now and they were muffled. She raised her hands to the bubble and her eyes turned red. I put on safety goggles.

The whole of the inside of the bubble became an intense blast of heat and fire. There were muffled screams as flesh and bone melted in painful deaths within. When it was over, there were bits of bone and ash remaining. We took this back to the client and turned it in for our pay.