Giving this a try. Seeing how it goes. Hopefully it goes well. Maybe. The first one is a little short, but I just want to test the waters with this one. This story is a little more intense than the others I've done. I really tried to capture the essence of Homura's state of mind.

Please read and review! It would make my day 8D I hope you enjoy this!

- MachetesWithRena

Homura shot it again.

Looking down on the bloody mess, she could barely make out the sickeningly pure white fur as two mangled red orbs stared accusingly back at her.

"You know, you can never get rid of me."

Homura cocked open the magazine of her pistol and skillfully loaded in more bullets.

"One day… one day I'll kill you, Incubator. And when I do, you will never, ever hurt anyone ever again."

She looked straight at it.

I mean it.

I'm sure you do.

Homura searched its eyes for a sign of emotion, perhaps regret, a sign that this monster was even worth her pulling the trigger.

Nothing.

A great anger flared inside of her.

She fired the gun.

Homura's eyes flung open as the ear-splitting cry of a gunshot ricocheted through her mind. She stared at the bright lights overhead that blinded her. She turned over onto her side, and looked around her at the ever so familiar sight.

White everywhere. She hated that colour.

She knew where she was. She was in that other Now that she experienced often. She swept her bare feet off the hard bed, head aching at the non-exist ant cushioning that the metal provided, flinching a little as her toes touched the cold floor. Her neck itched. It itched and itched and itched… but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach it.

It was just that damned jacket.

She struggled in an attempt to get out of it.

Useless.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Homura brought the back of her head down on the wall behind her once, twice, thrice, and felt bits of the weak plaster crumble onto the iron bed, some getting caught in her long, black hair. The crack behind her was left painted with a red stain.

She leaned back, turning her neck up and resting the very crown of her head onto the imperfection in that pristine wall. As she stared intensely at the ceiling above her, her eyes glazed over with desperation, anxiety, fear and anger. Boiling hot anger, streaming through her blood like poison. She felt it dripping from the wound on her head, and with each drop that fell on the metal; the sound reverberated throughout the enclosed room.

It was taunting her.

This is so fucking dumb! I need to go back. I need to kill Kyuubey! I can't let him turn Madoka into a Puella Magi…

"Homura! My god, did you hurt yourself again?" Homura's pupils darted forward as the she eyed the dreaded sight of those revolting mustard yellow twin-drills. Her. The Nurse keyed in that week's combination on the security pad and hurried in, hastily grabbing Homura off the bed and spun her around. Homura felt the Nurse start to use a cloth to clean where it hurt.

It stung like hell.

Grunting, Homura pulled away from her, stumbling a little. She cocked her head back in defiance.

Don't touch me.

She heard the Nurse sigh with anticipated defeat.

"Well come on then, it's time for your session with the Doctor again."

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

The Nurse reached forward and aimed for Homura's arm.

I don't want to see him.

Homura pulled away and kicked the Nurse in the shin, hard. The blonde crumpled to the floor, hugging her bruised leg towards her chest.

Then everything was a blur.

I don't want to see him.

Doctors and nurses came rushing into the room.

I don't want to see him.

She let out a blood-curdling scream as they pinned her to the kicked and shouted and struggled and cried with all her might but couldn't get free.

I don't want to see him.

She could feel the warm, salty tears dribbling down towards the floor. She could feel the sharp pain of the needle piercing her delicate skin.

The room swirled.

Then all was black.

I hope that was decent, haha. It's a pretty different concept, but I personally thought it was kind of cool, I don't know . Please review or PM me (though if you're going to flame please PM me, thanks)! I'm accepting any feedback, positive or negative. Still fairly new at the FanFiction game, but hopefully I can get through without losing my soul in the process.

- MachetesWithRena