warning for violence and murder
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There are some things that are just inevitable. Like fate, shall we say?
She's off and running. There's no pain in her chest, no weight to her legs. It's like flying! Flying without wings. But she is not a bird and she cannot fly. She can only run, run, run-
But Sayaka will catch her. She always does and she always turns and she always dies.
Only this time, black and gold chases after her ankles too. With ease, Sayaka swipes her away and lets someone else take care of it. She's not alone and teamwork is important in all things.
The one being chased refuses to falter, refuses to admit her failure, her weakness. Sayaka calls forth her swords, blue and aglow.
I won't let you, insists a voice in her head, insists the voice.
Sayaka laughs. We didn't expect you to.
She's not Madoka. She's not forgiving, not kind. Only harsh justice, only hard edges.
Kyoko likes her hard edges.
One more sword.
"A-KE-MI!" she roars. The girl doesn't turn, dark hair flapping in her rushing gait and it costs her her leg.
She screams. The other screams. But it doesn't matter.
Pink meets gold and black and gold falls.
Akemi howls and reaches for her arm, like always.
A second arrow, right in the arm.
Sayaka doesn't look up to the sniper, but she mouths the apology.
It's all she can do.
It doesn't matter, Akemi touched her shield.
And never came back.
A/N: Oh look a request fic, finally started. Part one, done. Enjoy Mami.
Challenges: PMMM Non-Flash - genre: crime, and Diversity WRitingCoM: G58.