The Rippers
There was a second or so of freefall, keeping pace with the raindrops in the air beside me, and then an impact with what felt like a giant gummy bear.
The woman who had pushed me landed a moment later, rolling easily to her feet on the unsteady, bright purple surface beneath us, while I was still thrashing and searching for the stability my struggles were preventing me from finding.
“Shut her up,” the woman directed someone.
“This is supposed to be a rescue,” a young man replied. His voice helped me find the outline of him in the dark, though that was all I could discern. The faint purple glow of the stuff I’d landed on was confusing my eyes and keeping them from adjusting.
“Do it, unless you want us to hang around and discuss it with him,” said the woman, without apology.
