Catalyst Chapter 3: Psilocybin

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Terra mumbles swear words. His eyes wander aimlessly as he walks, sometimes bumping into pedestrians in his anger, ignoring their reactions completely. "Alright, Plan-B time, brainstorm, kill the officers? Too many. Blow up the entire block? I don't have a bomb. Teleport? What, why would I do that, I can't. Would be useful though..." He hears a familiar voice, the voice of Limbus. He turns to see a store window with multiple TV screens. Channel 4. The news anchor is sitting next to Limbus. "The hell? MR Grow-Me-A-Garden is on TV?" He walks over. `` Correct, I fought him in Undercity. He got away but that will be sorted out, I can confirm he was in Undercity when we met. `` The news reporter looks over to her papers. `` You broke a pact by going there? `` `` Yes I did, I was deployed to the Undercity with knowledge of the R.C.T. Syndicate Pact, this will face significant backlash but it has shown great progress to the chase. `` Terra snickers. "Dumbass, maybe his brain is connected with a vine to his mouth too. Breaking a pact with the Syndicate? Not a good idea." Terra states. Bystanders look over to him; some have already noticed and start running, others are in shock. A child walks over to him with a balloon. Terra looks over. "Sir, are you evil?" The child tilts their head, curious. Their mother frantically pulls them away, scolding them loudly. Terra stares at the child, going blank, but he's brought back to reality once he hears officers screaming in the distance. Gunshots ring past him. He quickly runs in the opposite direction. "Whoa, calm down, you're just going haywire, ever heard of collateral dimwits?!" He yells, smirking as he suddenly disappears, moving at an unimaginable pace. He slides through the alley, sound now catching up to him as a low boom travels through the alley, sending trash flying at high speed. He leans onto the dark, damp wall of the alley, slowly sliding down. "Alright Terra, it's time to put that big-ass brain of yours to use!" Terra takes out a map of America from his cloak's pocket. "Ol Mappy, I've had you since... Forever! Damn you're old." He looks through the states. Each state has a roughly drawn red X over it, some with multiple. He looks over them: California, Arizona, Texas—Too dangerous, they're all triple-crossed. West through Kentucky and the southern states? They’d be waiting at every major crossroad. His entire history of chaos is laid out before him, and every path he's ever taken is now a dead end. "What?" He stares, his crimson eyes contracting. He slightly crumples the map in a fist. His confidence slowly, but surely, drains out, now on the edge. "Where the HELL do I go now?!" His voice is a low growl, echoing off the wet pavement. He is trapped. For the first time in a long time, genuinely and truly trapped. He starts jabbing on the paper with his finger. His eyes track every line and route, every shortcut, highway, and pothole he has traversed. All of them lead to a dead end, straight to the R.C.T's hands like a gift basket. "Those FUCKING fuckers got me..." He stares at the map one last time, straightening the map on his knee. "Those nerds... Those, fucking stupid nerds finally got to me? They mapped out, shut off and put a pin on every FUCKING path out of this stupid city..." He slows down, focusing on the map. He traces the edges of the cities. " You magnificent, predictable, ground-loving dorks." He traces the coast. "You've trapped a mouse on the floor." He whispers to himself, a wild, ecstatic smirk spreading across his face. "So the mouse stops using the floor." He creases the map, highlighting the coast and the Atlantic Ocean. He smirks. "Alright, Mappy." He puts the map back into his cloak's pocket, patting it lightly. "New plan." He pushes himself off the ground, brushing off the grime and dust from his cloak and pants, as if that'll clean up the dried blood and god-knows-what that has already built up on his clothing... He now spins on his heel, turning, striding t