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Prologue

The rain fell hard on Black Rock Shooters head during the late hours of the night. The chill of each drop appeared to not faze her at all. Her long black twin ponytails, the right one being shorter than the left, fell atop her shoulders and clung tightly to her long sleeve jacket. Her black string bikini top was soaked along with her tight short shorts. Her boots were drenched from the inside out, but that was the least of her worries. Before her stood a foe filled with absolute bloodlust, mindless beyond a shadow of a doubt.

It stood on four legs much like a dog, but with leather-like dark brown skin, and from its mouth billowed black smoke mixed with thick saliva that oozed between its jagged yellow teeth. At times when it snarled at her, she could almost see flames deep in its rotting throat. Black eyes with red pupils, the tell-tale sign of an Entity, stared at her from down the empty street. She could almost see its thoughts. Its complete urge to rip her to shreds and make her its personal chew toy together with dinner all in one was the only thing that crossed its mind-

-But it was a fantasy that would never play out, for the Entity rushed forward ready to claim its prey. Its claws scratched into the road and dug up chunks of the pavement with each stride. She in turn dashed toward the creature, the hard thud of her large boots echoed around her in cadence with her targets lengthy bounds. Within a few moments, a chain wrapped itself around her right arm and stopped in her hand where she gripped it firmly. It quickly burst into a light that extended beyond her head, and as soon as she clashed with the Entity, it turned into a dark blue katana with no hand guard and a serrated edge near the tip of the blade. The handle was bandaged and comfortable with a grip designed for her and her alone. The blade was sharp beyond all reckoning, but the execution on her part was poor thanks to the slick roadway. The Entity caught hold of it with its powerful jaws, stopping her attack with sheer blunt force.

The Entity attempted to break the blade, but was fruitless in its dire attempt. Shaking violently in frustration to break it and get to her jugular just inches away, it showed no sign of releasing her sword. Though, she showed no sign of fearing the danger or of struggling against it. Her face, cool and collected, remained emotionless as it did moments before the attack began. With little effort, she pushed the Entity back, releasing the blade from its clutches and thrust out her other hand. As before, a chain wrapped itself around her left arm this time and in her hands was a large cannon-like gun that was shoved down the throat of the Entity. It growled deeply trying to tear the weapon apart, but a failed attempt it was. With the pull of the trigger, the back of its head was blown away revealing a clean opening straight through. The blast was powerful, but not as loud as it should have been. It was almost like the black beam of energy evaporated whatever it touched without any sign of slowing or of remorse.

Several low growls could be heard through the rain like the rolling thunder above. Her bangs clung tightly to the gap between her eyes, keeping out of the way and not bothering her as the other Entity's came at her. With ease, they were reduced to bloody heaps, which in turn changed to dust. It was an easy night for her, but her thoughts would wage war with the lost soul that was bound to the star trinket hanging from her neck and tucked away in her bra so it would not fling about.

"Again with these monsters, Rock? Why do they keep sending you on these missions? You are far more capable of doing so much more for them." Though the voice remained in her thoughts, it's appearance, like an illusion, was in plain sight to her sitting against a wall surrounding a home to her right. No one else, but her could see the semi-transparent soul. His voice was rough and was brimming with an Irish accent, but without the shortening of words. He was clear and concise, but at times quite forward and to the point that at times they pierced even Rock's stone heart.

'If it's an order, then I will follow. Plain and simple,' she thought to the voice in her head. 'Why do you argue so much, Bartilus?'

She saw him turn his head quickly away, his auburn hair swaying like smoke just as the rest of his body did. He wore no shirt, but loose Arabian-like pants tucked in knee high boots. He was scoffing her as he said, "You're damn powerful and you're stuck here taking out low level Entity's without even trying to better your situation. What kind of warrior are you if you don't even challenge something stronger!" She knew that all he ever cared about was her safety and to see her succeed in life, but she would not allow him to interfere. Her own agenda wouldn't allow his fatherly instincts to take effect on her.

After slashing downward on an Entity cleaving it with her katana, she turned to him, saying, "I'm fine as I am. I don't need much else." Her monotone voice barely rung over the clash of thunder in the night sky, but he heard her nonetheless still feeling discontent with their current circumstances.

"Bagh! Do as you please. Just be weary, child."

He was a kind soul that much was certain and she knew it, but emotion was the last thing she needed. There was a reason she needed the weapons she carried, a reason she fought as hard as she did against low level foe. There was someone out there she needed them for. If it took her forever, she would defy nature and live eternally at all costs to see them dead by her hands. She would not let emotion stop her from that.

As she laid the last Entity to rest, the weapons she held, returned as chains of light and disappeared into her shoulder blades where they became tattoos on her body. Subconsciously, she caressed the two scars on her exposed stomach region, laying one of her hands between her barely visible breasts. She could feel the roughened leather of her gloves against her skin slightly easier thanks to the rain that intensified the sensitivity of her skin.

"Him, hm?" asked Bartilus, despite already knowing the answer to the question. She simply stared out into the street, then up to the sky that dropped its tears around her sending a chilling shock down her spine, but it was fine by her though. The pain was the only thing that reminded her that she was still somewhat human, despite her Anacrosion Blood that gave her the powers she used this night. "Just promise me one thing, Rock. Don't go into this blinded, understand kid?"

She looked at Bartilus deep in contemplation. As she looked away, she nodded and began to walk down the long road home. Bartilus disappeared and entered the star charm sleeping until he decided to show up again. That was fine by her. Her loneliness was nothing new to her.

Entering her home, she dropped her coat at the doorway and walked straight to the couch where she curled into a red blanket, listening to the storm waging war against the world around her. Her living room was simple and absolutely empty besides one sofa, a small table and a television with a phone atop it. Everything else was vacant. No pictures on the walls, no memories down the halls, and not a speck of life to behold besides the trinket and herself. The cabinet was filled with all kinds of bread and the fridge filled with only water.

It was her life, all she was left with and all she was willing to accept for now. Little did she know this lifestyle of doing things only for herself was soon to be destroyed and reinvented, for better or for worse.