Natsuki sped through the city streets, she knew where she was drifting, for once. The light rain was making it slippery and her tires were not picking up enough traction, but that didn't stop her on her death run. Dodging cars and pedestrians ignoring what were probably police sirens, she watched as two people went to step out of a pedestrian crossing then recoiled as she flew passed. She heard vulgar shouts from the couple, now miles behind her and laughed to herself knowing she had drenched them.
Turning and sliding down an alleyway she almost slammed into the wall. Wielding her years of dangerous driving experience, she put on the front brakes effortlessly pivoting on the front wheel, she landed the bikes back tire on the wall. Taking her hand off the brake she accelerated off the wall, and narrowly avoided a dumpster. Weaving through a maze of back alleys, she appeared out front of the construction site of where First District used to be.
Two police cars zoomed passed her, they were looking for a fleeing motorbike not a stationary one. In the darkness of the night and the now heavy rain, her bike was near impossible to identify, the police were chasing shadows. The sirens disappeared from the empty road, all the businesses had closed up and gone home.
She took off her helmet and stared at the skeleton of a building, the frames were up and the roof had been put on. The street spaced lights along the road lit up the footpath beneath her, with the alien light on her she looked somewhat ethereal. She looked at the large board that told the public about the up coming shopping mall, A place where business can blossom. Natsiki didn't quiet get the motto, but remembered the shock when she had first read that the actual owners of the mall was the Fujino Enterprises.
Her hands grabbed the metal fence, and then she pressed her face onto the cold wet metal lattice. She was sure that the First District still existed, though Shuziru had completely annihilated their head quarters, there we bound to be other places existing where she could extract her revenge. She need penance for her mother's death, even if she had sold her out.
The gentle rain stopped as she deepened into her thoughts, she had taken it upon herself to by a laptop so she could search for information. Though she could barely use the damn thing it keep getting viruses, that was until she through it out the window. Luck for her it still worked, it had cost her three weeks of saving.
At first she had thought she had been getting somewhere, until sites were removed and information she had previously read had been deleted. It only helped her prove that the First District, were trying to remove all traces of their company and existence. Pushing her face deeper into the cold metal, her eyes traced over the building searching for something of its past to help her. There had to be something to point her in the right direction, John Smith had offered to help her, and Shuziru… wasn't an option.
As her eyes passed over the story construction site, she saw something on the roof. Making a decision to investigate, this could be the clue she was looking for. Easily climbing the fence she landed on the other side, touching her gun for reassurance she crept through across what would become the car park.
The mall was a huge complex, though it was only in it's skeletal frame she could picture what it would look like when completed. It would be big or bigger then Fuuka Academy, Natsuki looked at some of the forgotten items left behind by the workers. She looked at a shovel that had been left in a mound of dirt, if an inspector came the workers would be in a lot of shit.
Stalking across to the building she used the wooden frames to climb up onto the flat roof of the Fujino's mall, Natsuki pulled out her gun. She surveyed the area, a tall convex skylight was in the middle of the roof. The skylight had ribs of metal along it as structural support, looking through the glass to the other side she saw a distorted form. The rain and glass made it hard to work out what it was, but it defiantly wasn't human.
Aiming her gun she fired, shattering the glass the bullet hit true. But instead of collapsing, the creature jumped on top of the skylight onto one of the solid metal ribs. Natsuki's eyes widened in fear, the only illogical conclusion was that it was an orphan. That was not possible, the HiME battle had finished a year ago.
How could an orphan exist?
What could have been considered a furless dog like shape, had a huge amount of excess fat layered skin covering its body. Underneath the skin she could see two beady eyes, which shone with an undisguised hunger for her. Natsuki shivered with disgust. Where the bullet had penetrated there was a huge amount of crimson blood flowing out, she took aim again and fired.
"The fuck," the bullet had hit where the eyes had been, but the layer of skin had moved forward covering its eyes. It was like a fleshy shell. The orphan dived towards her its bulk could easily enough to crush her, Natsuki jumped back and rolled across the roof trying to distance herself from the orphan. Quickly getting to her feet, she shot at where the beady eyes would be.
The orphan didn't move as each shot hit, it's pink skin was filled with holes. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her head screamed rational ideas, she was dreaming or had something put in her beer. Pulling the trigger over again, she listened to the clicks of her empty clip. The bleeding orphan's eyes then appeared beneath it's bleeding layer of skin. She had damaged the orphan in a sense externally but not internally, the layer of blubber had stopped the bullets reaching the muscles of the orphan.
Shit.
The orphan seemed to almost laugh at her, the skin that had previously covered its face moved back revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. The blood coming off it was mixing with the water on top of the roof, she looked at the water that turned to blood around her boots. Her green eyes met the black, the orphan snarled knowing that no more searing hot metal was coming towards it. Natsuki snarled back, the orphan suddenly puffed up then pulled it's skin close to it like a squeezed sponge.
Natsuki dropped to a crouch as the bullets, previously in the orphan's body were shot out in random directions. She heard more glass shatter, then grunted as one lone bullet hit her inner thigh. Running pathetically away, the orphan charged at her wanting to tear the flesh from her bone. As the orphan's mouth released strings of salvia coming closer to her, Natsuki jumped over the orphan and forward rolled down its back. With too much forward momentum, she hit the glass breaking one of her ribs. The orphan had turned then misjudged it's lunge at her, braking through the glass as it went through howling in rage of it's stupidity.
Natsuki grabbed the ledge with her right hand as she slid through, her fingers grabbed a hold of jutted glass that was still connect to the roof. Screaming in pain from her sliced fingers, she let go and landed on the ground. Feeling the sickly snap of her collar bone, breathing heavily she coughed up blood. Natsuki got to her feet slowly and stared at the unmoving orphan, it made no sense how could an orphan exist. Hobbling away as quickly as she could, she needed to get to a hospital for her broken rib had pieced her lung.
Taking her phone out of her pocket, she looked at the broken pieces. Calling for help was not one of her options, throwing the broken pieces to the ground she swore. Crunching across the broken glass, she cradled her arm. Her leather suit was shredded from the glass, blood was filling her left boot.
Why the fuck was there an orphan?
Weaving around the wooden frames, Natsuki stopped to cough up blood and vomit. Moving again she heard a sound behind her, seeing a forgotten electrical nail gun on the ground she picked it up and turned to where the sound had come from. She could just see the still form of the orphan, it was hadn't moved from when she had hit the ground.
As she stepped through a doorway, her foot tripped and she stumbled into a frame. Screaming from hitting her collarbone, she weakly stood up again tears coming from her eyes. She hobbled as quickly as possible as she left the concrete of the mall to the dirt of the car park, she walked passed a mound of dirt with a shovel in it. Turning again she saw the shape of the orphan coming towards her, there was no way that she could climb the fence in time to escape.
She stared at the slow moving orphan, it's hind legs seemed to be broken. The electrical nail gun took aim, Natsuki gave a twisted smile as she thought of a plan to kill the orphan. Aiming at the skin again, she fired rapidly the nails, hitting the flesh and pinning it to a wall frame. Firing the remaining nails into the orphan's face, the orphan twisted trying to tear its skin off the walls.
The nails in its face hadn't killed it, Natsuki picked up the shovel with her shredded right hand, she limped over to the orphan dragging the shovel behind her. Her mind screamed at her to leave it and get to hospital, but Natsuki decided that the orphan was going to kill her if she left it.
It's face moved lividly around in its skin, its huge mouth was releasing streams of salvia. It was just like a person pressing their face against cellophane, she spat on it's face. Natsuki frowned as a string hit the side of her face, wiping it away she braced her sore body.
Picking the shovel up she slammed it against the orphan's face, hitting the nails deeper into it's face. Blood spattered onto her, as she repeatedly slammed the shovel into the orphan's face. It didn't kill the orphan but almost send it into a berserk, its skin was starting to tear off the frame giving it more protection over its skeletal frame. Changing methods she used the corner of the shovel and with the metal point, split the skull open.
Green beads of light came off the orphan, disintegrating into nothingness. All that remained was the nails that were stuck in the wooden frame, and a huge puddle of blood where the orphan had been. Walking back to the fence, her broken collar bone and broken rib was clouding her vision with black pain. Reaching out to the fence to stable herself, her fingers touched the cold metal as she hit the ground.
Shi….