He ran. He wasn't expecting something like this, only a simple investigation, but he wound up catching a murderer in the act instead. He saw it from middle to end. He wasn't sure who the victim was but that would be dealt with later. He on the other-hand had to catch the culprit first. He was the only one who could keep up with him---whoever he was.
He was dressed in a long white cape that hid his features. He moved fast and sometimes made himself look like a flash of light when he darted through corners. Ky could pin him to the factory where he chased him but that was impossible now, not with just one police officer: him. The others just couldn't keep up. He had a feeling he lost them for good. The dark and hard rain in the middle of the night made it worse. But for Ky it was completely different. It was reversed, especially in the thunderstorms. Like this one. It brought out more adrenaline. It felt good to chase like one. He felt like a predator. But he wasn't out for blood, he was out for justice.
He saw the cloaked figure vault into a broken window of the factory, a window that was decorated in different colors like a cathedral's window. But this was a factory, not as dirty or old though. This one was new or taken care of.
Ky followed. He nearly slipped upon landing due to his wet boots. His entire body was soaked from the cold rain. His grip on his sword nearly faltered as well. He couldn't drop it! It might be the only thing that could finally bring this chase to and end. His gloves added into his grip, though.
He panted heavily and looked around. The instant he turned his head he saw the figure pause to look at him then took off across the room. As he did, lightening cracked loudly nearby.
The killer stopped and watched him come after him then drew something from under his cloak. It didn't matter to Ky though to what it was, weapon or not. He arched his sword back with its white blade beginning to spark. When he came closer, he slashed. The killer ducked backwards.
Ky swung again and the killer ducked again. He jogged backwards a few paces, giving Ky a long look.
"Who are---" he began.
He saw what the figure had in his hand. A replica of his sword. This one had a white blade but pieces of its core was black. It was a flaw or an evilness to it.
Ky's eyes widened at the sight of it. "What the---"
The killer swung his fake. Ky brought his own up and blocked it. His quickness deterred the killer's cockiness, making him retreat a few steps away. He growled before he turned and bolted up a flight of stairs.
"Hey!" He swung his sword across the air and charged his magic. "Stun edge!" A charge of his summoned magic flew out from the blade, targeting his enemy as he ran upstairs. It hit the railing instead.
"I missed?"
Now wasn't the time to guilt himself. He continued the fight and chased after him upstairs.
The room he led him to was a large laboratory, a kind he had never seen before. It was cluttered but one could find what they needed---if they were familiar with it.
There was a colored window across from him like below but the base of this one was blocked by supplies and junk. But it wasn't the window that attracted his eyes; it was two large rain-drop shaped tubes standing on the right side of the room. One was pink and the other was blue. They nearly reached up to the ceiling. They both seemed to glow.
With his attention taken by it, it gave his enemy the chance to strike.
At the corner of his eye something came at him, and he soon knew what it was. He ducked the length of the other sword, allowing it to strike the railing beside him. It sparked when it hit.
The killer left himself open, and Ky elbowed him across the face, making him stumble back. He stopped near a table cluttered with objects. Ky then charged him. Once he was close enough he swung his sword. The killer ducked with Ky's blade, with it going over his head and violently smashed anything in its wake. Glass shattered and tools fell to the floor.
The killer bolted from him and towards the two large tubes. Ky watched him go and sent out two charges of his magic after him, one after the other.
He missed again.
"Damn it."
He ran after him and when he met him the killer prepared himself.
Their swords struck. Thunder struck outside the walls a second after as Ky drew his sword back for another hit. Their swords struck again and again. They danced around each other in the fight. Ky's heart was pounding and his adrenaline heightened.
Another thunder bolt struck.
He arched his sword way back and brought it forward as hard as he could. The killer leapt back, missing him again. He missed his meant target but he struck something. With a battle cry he hit the tube beside him, shattering a section of it. It not only shattered, it exploded with gases and liquid. Thunder struck and both he and the killer were thrown back.
Then there was black.
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Ky came to still in the laboratory, staring up at the ceiling. He was stunned and waited a few moments to gather himself. By then he remembered the killer and the explosion.
He tossed his head left and right. He was alone. He could have been killed but the killer escaped after the explosion instead. Both of them could have been killed in fact.
How long had he been out? Quite some time. His clothes were nearly dry.
With a grunt, Ky sat up and took another look around. When he did he noticed something he didn't at first glance. There on the floor nearby was the body of a naked woman. He gasped and shot to his feet. He quickly went to her and covered her with his cape. Her hair was white and silvery and her skin was pale. She was almost ghost-like. But she was too beautiful to be a ghost.
Why was she here? And naked.
He knelt down beside her. "Miss? Miss?" Slowly he put a gentle hand on her shoulder. The woman could succumb to hypothermia, if she already hadn't.
Worried at that thought he shook her lightly by the shoulder. "Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?"
She laid there silent and still for a few more moments then finally opened her eyes. They made him draw back. They were a stunning blue. They looked like they were made out of lightening. He found himself trapped in them.
She sat up on her elbows as she stared back into his eyes. "Master."
Ky flicked his brows in confusion. "What?"
She raised an arm up to him. "Pick me up, master."
He continued to stare into her eyes and listened to that word.
"Why are you calling me that?" he asked her.
"Calling you what?"
"Master."
"Because you are my master."
"I am not your master. Nothing of the sort. I don't know why you're saying that."
"But you are! We spent years together."
"I don't know why you're saying this." Ky began to raise his voice. "I have never seen you before. Perhaps you hurt yourself. How did you get in here anyway? Were you here during the explosion?"
"You carried me here."
Ky felt weak and it wasn't from the fight. "No," he said, "I didn't."
She frowned in response.
He took her by her offered arm and helped her to her feet. Her bare legs were weak like those of a newborn deer standing for the first time. He had to use both arms to hold her up, and while she rose the front of the cape opened, exposing her personal parts. His shy eyes quickly drew away and he gasped. He clasped it closed with his hand and put his arms around her more closely until she was leaning against him with her breasts up against him.
While blushing nervously, he looked around and made sure he didn't look at her. "Miss, where are your clothes?"
She turned those stunning eyes up to him, making him forget for a moment he was holding a naked woman against himself. She only shook her head.
Ky kept her close. "I've got to get you help. Come on." He started to turn but the woman gave in and fell to the ground. He quickly went for her. "Miss! Miss!"
She winced. He could see scuffs on her pale skin. "Master, why did you drop me?"
"I'm sorry. And please, stop calling me master."
"I thought you knew better." It sounded like she was scolding him.
"I said I'm sorry. Let's try this again." He took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He held her tight, then after preparing himself he took a step forward, let her follow, then took another step forward. They slowly picked up the pace as they crossed the room. As they did, he looked at its remains.
He suddenly halted. "Wait. Where's my sword?" He scanned the floor but didn't see the weapon. He quickly came to the conclusion: "He stole it! He stole my Furaiken!"
Silence went over the room. Then the woman said in a soft voice,
"I'm right here."
Ky quickly looked at her nearly nose to nose. Her eyes were sparkling and honest.
Ky nearly dropped her.