Rock, The Paper, Scissors
Midnight. The shadowy figure almost laughed when it looked at the small, discreet watch, it was ALWAYS midnight when things like this happened. However, the person knew better than to make a noise at this point. This was the start of the most important mission the figure had ever accepted, because it was personal. The target was...her. Why did it have to be her? It made the situation much, much more dangerous, too. The figure began to make its pre mission checks.
Three canisters full of grade A paper, check. Paper Hair tie, check. Paper clothes, check. Under leotard...check, even though it was essentially dead weight. Mission statement, check. Everything present and accounted for. With that, the figure nodded, and adjusted its hood slightly, before looking down at the watch again. Five minutes past midnight. I bet THAT time never featured in any of those dumb books... The figure thought, as it began.
Bang! The huge double doors that made up the front entrance to the complex burst open, and the figure, which was wrapped in a clean white cape, that covered it from head to toe, surged forwards, pushing aside the two guards who were standing on the outside with a flurry of hardened paper sheets. There were more guards at the end of the corridor, with handguns, which baulked at the sudden appearance, but rallied themselves, levelled their pistols, and opened fire.
Shit! The invader thought, as it dashed forwards. It grabbed at its cloak, and allowed it to billow outwards, and upwards, reinforcing and hardening it as it flowed upwards. The bullets struck the mysteriously strengthened paper, and began to burrow their way in, but they began to slow almost instantly, and within a few second, they had stopped, less than half an inch into the paper garment.
The figure did not stop running, completely unphased by the high-speed projectiles, completely confident in the defensive power of its abnormal ability. The guards were completely taken aback by the inefficiency of their supposedly deadly guns, as the mysterious person seemed to glide past, sheets of paper in hand, and ran down an adjacent corridor. As the two guards recovered themselves, they pointed their guns again, hoping to get the figure as it was moving away, when they discovered that the ends of the pistols had been cut off by an incredibly sharp blade.
I wonder if these goons even know about Paper users... The figure thought as it ran, its head down, and its arms trailing behind, hands resting on the canisters of paper that were concealed within the clothing. At the end of the corridor was another set of guards, who also shot at the runner, also to no avail. The figure threw an entire canister forwards, causing it to billow out, and spiral, twisting and spinning like a snake, slamming the guards against the wall, and pasting them there.
And so it continued. The mysterious figure kept moving on through the complex, following the map that it had memorized on the trip over, dealing with various goons as it went, in a variety of paper-based attacks. It launched wads of paper that seemed to weigh more than half a tonne, wrapped people up in the white sheets, even made projectile weaponry and animal-like paper golems to assist her.
The complex was fairly modern, and reminded the figure of the inner corridors of Hong Kong airport, a place that it had seen not so long ago, when it had arrived here for this mission. It sighed as it recalled this. Back in Hong Kong...I guess that would technically make me back home... It thought, the pangs of regret crashing over itself, momentarily losing its focus.
"Hey, there's the intruder! Get Him!" A leader grunt shouted, and levelled his gun, a complicated looking gun with a red crystal on the front. He fired the gun, and the figure did its usual defensive barrier. A red beam shot right through the paper, and singed the clothes, and also cut away at their hair. SHIT!!! Heat weapons? Maybe they DO know about paper users after all... it thought, as it dived into a siding, and took a breath. The heat-based guns began firing, a long barrage of red beams, which seemed to burn their way through even the metallic walls.
The figure stood, slowly. Time to test out THAT technique... it reached down to the bottom hem of the clothing, and ripped it, unravelling nearly two metres of paper, which very quickly sharpened itself and warped into a fully serviceable short sword. The figure had noted that the guns could only fire for a few seconds before stopping. They heated up like a devil, and it was that weakness that could be exploited. The figure also prepared several paper darts, and set them on fire, before dashing out from the alcove, in a kamikaze run.
As it emerged, it threw the darts forwards, lucking out by hitting three of the six gun barrels, and wedging them in there. The heat from the flames on the darts were enough to completely overheat the weapons, but the other three began to fire towards the paper covered person, catching its clothing, and burning them off. The invader had to discard the paper vestments, which were in flames, but retained the hood it was wearing.
"Holy crap! It's a" The leader goon started, before having a hardened paper blade driven through its stomach. He looked downwards at the bloody mess that had emerged from his back, and then to the perpetrator of the fatal injury. "Y..You're..a..g..gi..." He croaked, before falling backwards, blood beginning to pool underneath him. The hooded person looked at the dead body for a few seconds, before turning to the rest of the assembled guards. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!" It screamed, and the guards ran.
Pushing onwards, the figure eventually happened across a pair of double doors. Ok. Behind these doors is HER. Total focus... they thought, before pushing onwards.
"Welcome to my room, Paper God. I do hope my employees did not cause you any undue stress. I would hate for one of our first battle to be horribly one sided." A booming voice echoed, as a dozen spotlights blasted on, nearly blinding the paper user, who had to shield its eyes, completely shattering its guard. The figure looked upwards, to fully take in the scene it had just entered.
The room was full of paper and paint. Reams and reams of paper rolls lined the walls, flanked by paint of every colour imaginable, as well as bundles of paintbrushes, pencils and pens. In the centre of the room, a pedestal which was surrounded mostly by a long paper band nearly six feet high. Within this was a tall figure wearing what could only modestly be described as not much. Black leather bra, black leather hose, black leather panties, black leather boots. The word 'Dominatrix' drifted across the paper users' mind, especially since the person in question was holding a long black whip. She was also sporting green hair, and rectangular glasses.
Next to her, dressed in similar attire, and tied up with harsh looking ropes, was a young girl with light purple hair, and closed eyes. The paper user ran forwards. "Ohoho! Do not worry, Paper God. She is merely asleep. Although I did change her into some more...suitable clothing."
"Suitable!? She looks like an extra in a porn film! Why are you doing this? Who are you, anyway?" The hooded figure shouted, the anger in its voice clearly apparent.
"HAHA! I go by the name of Paru, my dear Paper God." The green haired Dom said, her glasses flaring in the light.
"Why have you taken Hisa!?" The hooded figure screamed, the paper close to her vibrating.
"Oh, no, I answered a question, now you have to answer one, Paper God. What is your name?"
The hooded figure stopped in mid run. It removed the hood, and stared up at the woman in leather.
"My name is Anita King!" she screamed, her fist balled, her eyes on fire.
"Well, then, Ani-chan, I will answer your question. I took Hi-chan because I wanted to face off against you, using my own unique power. Prepare yourself...ENGARDE!" The black-clad woman said, as she placed her hand onto the paper. A bright light shone from the paper wall, and from it, a full size sword appeared, and the woman charged forwards. Anita also surged forwards, her own paper based sword in hand.
The two blades met, causing sparks to fly, and the two females' faces came close.
"I know every limit to your 'Paper Using' powers, Anita-chan, and you know NOTHING about me!" Paru said, before chuckling. Anita glared, and swung her foot round underneath her. Paru leapt up and back, reaching to an easel, which bore the painting of a gun. As she contacted with the flat surface, her hand began to glow, and seemed to vanish into the paper, and pulled out the gun with it as she withdrew her hand.
Anita's eyes grew wide with surprise. "As you can see, I can 'use' paper in a different way than you can. Prepare to lose, Paper God Anita!" Paru said, levelling the pistol, and firing. Anita reached up to her hair, and grabbed the paper hair ribbon that was holding back her light pink hair, which allowed it to fall down past her shoulders. She shot it forwards, and grabbed the bullet out of the air. Parus eyes widened
"H...How...did you..." She stammered, stepping backwards slowly. She had not been expecting this. "U...uh..." She started, but she got no further. Anita had dashed forward, and impaled the already blooded sword right through the strange girls' stomach. Anita cared not about her fate. Someone who put Hisas life in danger did not deserve her pity. The pink haired girl walked up to the pedestal, ripping down the paper as she did so. She approached the bound and gagged Hisa slowly, and pulled the gag down.
"Please don't hurt me again!" Hisa yelped, her voice punctuated by sobs, fear highly present. Anita said nothing, merely moving her fingers up Hisa face gently, brushing past her ears, and removing the blindfold that was tied tightly around the girls' eyes. As she did, she forced herself into a smile.
"I...I'm sorry I'm a little late, Hisa-chan" Anita said, gazing into the girls eyes.
"A...ANITAAAA!!!!!" Hisa yelled, a huge smile spread across her face, as Anita began to untie her. As the last rope fell, Hisa leapt, her arms anchoring around the paper users neck.
"H...H...Hisa..." Anita muttered, her cheeks beginning to darken. The girl was pressing her head against her chest.
"ANITA! Thank you so much! I was so scared. I knew you'd come and help me..." The girl said, sliding her hands down to Anita's waist, and moving her face a little closer to the pink haired girls
"H..HISA!!!" Anita blushed, but she did not resist the girls' advances. In fact, she found her head instinctively moving down, twisting her face, and slowly parting her lips. Why is Hisa acting like this? Wait, why am I acting like this!? This...this isn't right...but...it...feels...n...nice
"Anita...Thank you..." Hisa whispered, moving in even closer, her hands falling slowly down the inside of Anitas' tight trousers.
"Hi...sa..." The pink haired girl whispered, her eyes closing, and her arms wrapped around Hisas' waist.
"I...I love you, Anita." The shorter girl whispered into the ear of her rescuer. "You're my heroine."
"I...I...I..." Anita stammered, her face mere millimetres from Hisas'. "I...I...love...you...too..." She whispered, moving forwards, squeezing the girl tightly, and pressing their lips together.