SOULGUTS

Content warning: graphic violence!

Viscera dove as she felt the heat of a laser round narrowly pass over her shoulder. Immediately, she returned fire with another shot from her gut as her other shoulder hit the floor. Bright green light flashed from the cultist's rifle as he fired again, but it was too late. Hot, red light bored through his head, which bubbled and burned as his final shots hit the floor behind Viscera. A posthumous attack.
"Brother Liz!" Another cultist cried from around the corner. Viscera groaned in pain as she scrambled to her feet before they turned into the hall. A strange, glowing red orb seemed to collect above the corpse, before rapidly moving towards Viscera. She braced herself, it was too late to dodge— but instead of hitting her, the thing flew into the hole on the side of the gutgun. Her pain suddenly felt more bearable— but how?
<<Soulguts.>> The voice spoke in her head again, as Viscera ducked and threw herself against the wall, taking cover behind a glowing white column just as a group of cultists ran into the corridor. Scorched circles dotted the floor behind her, just a moment too late. The cultists continued to fire, tinting the white walls around them green with each shot. They wouldn't give her an opportunity to move, she'd have to risk it.
She blind fired the gutgun around the corner, one or two of the cultists cried out. The din of the firing rifles quieted, slightly. Another one of those strange, glowing orbs flew into her gut. She felt amazing, why?
<<The guts of their soul-lives will fill yours.>> The voice vibrated. <<Some are stronger-superior, and some soul-lives lack entirely.>> It explained.
Viscera grinned, this could give her an edge— perhaps allow her to take more risks. She let out a guttural scream as she jumped out from behind the column, firing at the cultists. She kept screaming as a few rounds burned through her arms and legs— firing her own weapon and dodging their fire as she rushed them.
One down, a single shot blew out her neck. Two, a hole in each of his lungs. Three, Viscera ripped their weapon from their hands and cracked it over their head once, twice, three times— caving in their skull. She moved a hand to nurse a burning wound in her side, but another soulgut flew into her— and the wound sealed shut.
She could get used to this.