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PUELLA MAGI MADOKA - FRACTAL. Chapter I - Irregular.
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Author Notes: So yeah, I'm back. With this attempt at flexing my writing muscles. Don't know if I'll continue this but had to take it out of my mind.
*A fractal is a mathematical set that typically displays self-similar patterns, which means it is "the same from near as from far". Fractals may be exactly the same at every scale or they may be nearly the same at different scales [1].
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Water dropplets fell from broken pipes, turning what was once little more than accumulated dirt in an abandoned alley in Mitakihara into mud puddles that made walking across a dangerous venture.
The bespectacled girl running across the alley, clutching her broken arm, blood dripping from a healing wound on her forehead cursed her luck as she struggled forward, out of breath while trying to escape impending doom.
"Hah hah hah..." her lungs felt on fire and her chest hurt with every step she takes, probably some broken bones. She continues, her legs shaking due to the strain.
"No...more, I can't..." she says as her legs give up and she falls into the ground with a thud.
Her red trimmed glasses fall from her face due to the impact and fall several inches beyond her reach. Against her base impulses of being in a dark and abandoned alley, the stench of rotten trash filling her nostrils, the girl starts feeling the ground looking for her glasses and tries to recover her breathing and heartbeat.
Quickly, I need to see if I intend to escape her, a sudden shiver runs across her spine as she gives out a cold cynical laugh, as if remembering some cruel joke. Weird, its still too soon for me to start feeling this, maybe some of her personality has rubbed out on me...¡BINGO!
Victorious, she finds her glasses and to her fortune they only have some minor scratches, a miracle given the last scuffle...
Putting them on, she examines the alley she is in and to her surprise its extremely familiar. Wow, if this isn't fate that brought me here, this is the alley where Kyoko comes every time looking for a fight, thinks the girl as she examines the broken pipes, the muddy ground from which she quickly stands up and starts cleaning her hands in her ragged and bloodied school uniform. The afternoon sun shines a passionate red that promises blood and the air feels stale against her skin.
The place reeks of decay and corruption, a perfect breeding ground for delinquents and the familiars that feed on them.
"But, are there familiars in this world?" she says almost in a whisper, afraid of upseting the delicate balance of a place she doesn't belong to, and even more afraid of gaining Her notice.
"No. This is a perfect world" says a childlike voice at the edge of her vision. The girl turns her head so fast she feels her neck snapping. She puts a hand over and massages the cramp as she stares at the pair of red eyes at the corner of the alley. From it, a white ferret like animal walks, her eyes staring intently at the girl in front of him.
"Kyubey!" the girl smiles as she approaches the animal, hope rising in her voice. If someone knows how to set things right is him! Truth is, she never trusted Kyubey completely, or rather, won't trust him in the future. But for once, an impartial observer and a voice of reason would be more than welcome amongst this chaotic city.
"Greetings, Akemi Homura!" replies the Incubator in his usual cheeful voice, his face not changing at all, giving him a creepy air. Homura looks around for danger before approaching Kyubey with stammering steps. Right, you still haven't recovered. Baby steps Homura, she tries to remind herself lest she fall again.
"I'm so glad to see you! she says with tears in her eyes, subconsciously grabbing at her braids as she tries to avoid overt displays of emotion. "Please, I need to know..." her tongue's tied, there's so much she wants to know that she doesn't know what to ask first. What happened, how could she do it, WHAT IS SHE?
Let me answer you... pulses an insidious dark voice in the back of her mind, a voice that makes her feel as if she had been splashed with ice cold water and burned with white hot irons at the same time. A voice that speaks of despair, pain, and the most primitive nightmares of mankind.
Homura stares in horror at the figure walking from the shadows behind the Incubator. A pale figure clad all in black with high heels and a creepy arrogant smile, made even worse by the fact she's wearing her face.
"I have distracted her as you asked, master" says the Incubator as he bows his head towards the dark figure, his cold unblinking eyes staring at the floor.
"Good" says the figure without looking away from Homura. She won't ever praise anything the Incubator does, although even she has to recognize the efficiency of the emotionless beings. Meanwhile Homura stammers back, looking at all possible escape routes and looking for a distraction.
"The what is that I did what neither of you could, I fullfilled my wish" says the figure with a sardonic smile, conjuring her dark orb, a purple gem shining with the light of entire universes. Solid hope, which mesmerizes Homura as she stares at the infinity that is so unknown yet so familiar at the same time. As if looking at the face of the person she cares about the most.
"The how is still unknown, even for me" the Homura that isn't Homura continues.
"As for your last question...lets say I'm the existence that forever wills evil and forever works good. I'm the adversary, the one that opposes the Law and substitutes it with my own. The superior way" she says as the braided Homura stares at her shield, summoning it back on her possession and becoming ready. Time stop, its now or never, she thinks desperate as the other Homura looks at her dark orb, completely enraptured in her talk.
"As for you..." the dark Homura begins but is unable to finish as her body loses all color, just like the rest of the world. A perfect moment, Homura thinks as she starts breathing hard, unable to believe it actually worked. She takes two steps backwards...
And her shield breaks into pieces, the internal clockwork mechanism clattering to the ground with a loud thunk as the body recovers all color. "Wh...what?" Homura manages to say as an invisible force lifts her like a rag doll and violently throws her against a set of pipes.
"Guh!" Homura manages to say as the wind is knocked out of her, the impact shattering the pipes and splashing water all over her. Disheveled, she retches blood as she clutches her abdomen and the red coppery liquid starts pouring out of her mouth, mingling with the cold water all over her.
"As for you, you have no place in this perfect world" says Akuma Homura, slowly levitating towards the fallen Homura. Little more than a black blur as the braided and wounded girl starts losing consciousness.
"Please...don't..." she manages to say between mouthfuls of blood towards the figure looming over her. Help me, Madoka...
"Time to eat!" says the gleeful figure as shadows raise from her figure and everything turns to black.
CHAPTER END
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[1] wiki/Fractal