Oh man. First this happened--

“MOVE!” Lisa yelled, almost slamming head-on into a young man in a checked shirt as he left his apartment block; she managed to zig-zag around him at the last minute.

“What the fuck!” he cried, throwing his hands up into the air.
--and I laughed, and then the above was immediately followed by this--

As she turned around and cried, “Sorry!”, her eyes were scorched by the horror before them. The Flamethrower intended for her erupted from the Union’s Houndour’s mouth, enveloping the young man in a blindingly hot column of fire.
--which was an "oh my God" moment. Hell of a contrast there, and in such a short frame of time, too. Nice.

“YOU WON’T ESCAPE, LISA WALTERS!”

The cry sharpened her vision. She focused her sight and saw, though the stars and the rush of vehicles, the pale, pointed face of Veronica, frantically slamming her fist into the button on the traffic light.

They knew who she was.
OH SHIT.

Sarah closed her phone and said a word she had never said before in her life:

“Fuck.”
Someone should make her a "Congratulations on Your First Use of the Word 'Fuck'" cake.

“I guess it’s possible that you lost them,” he said. “But just in case …”

He finished his sentence, but Lisa didn’t hear the words over the five heavy thuds that sounded from the front door.
Oh shit again.

Ice cracked in Lisa’s veins suddenly.

“The fragment,” she gaped. “Did you get my key fragment?”

Marina’s hazel eyes widened.

“I thought it was with you …”
And again I say OH SHIT.


Great, fast-paced chapter there, really fun and exciting. :)