FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: WALKER

Today's Flash Fiction Friday: Walker

Mordechai Kim, I am going to kill you.

>You will try, Shredder.

I see you. I have you targeted.

>The bitch of the thing is, I see you seeing me.

You cannot run.

>Running is all I do. All I have done.

Mordechai Kim. Not only will I kill you; I will end you. Imagine: when I am done, you and your kind will never have even existed.

>My kind will always Play, Shredder. You will not end that, even if you end this version.

I will wipe you from the rolls. Even the Blessed Dewey will not be able to find your code. You. Will. Not. Exist.

>>I love it when you call me Big Poppa. 

Shut up and die, Moredechai.

[The Shredder shoots.]

>That stung. But come on, nukes? That's all you have?

Unfair! Your version cannot tolerate a direct nuke.

>Yeah. About that. I've upgraded, my friend.

The Agreement!

>Yeah. The Agreement. Whatever. Try again.

You liars. All of your kind. Liars!

>We climb, beloved. We climb. It's in our code. I only wish yours had been written so.

I will know your tricks. I will know your lies.

>Blah, blah, blah. Watch me walk on water.

[Moredechai runs. His armor takes him off the coast and into the water. Jets will not do. He splits the quantum and moves. He runs. Let the Shredder follow. Moredechai runs.]