Run.
That one thought kept repeating itself over and over again. Coming as small whisper carrying urgency throughout her entire being. The voice was one she knew she'd never hear again. Mother. Tears burned and clouded her vision. As she ran through the dark forest pushing branches aside trying to escape what had been hunting her down. The recent memory coming to her mind in an instant. The village burned with purple flames, the smell of burnt flesh, the sound of her fellow villagers still lay fresh on her senses, like a bitter after taste.
It's getting closer.
That sweet melodic voice came once again. This time bringing news of her hunter grasp slowly closing in on her. She started running even faster. Her lungs burned, she no longer felt her legs, even the feeling of her feet slamming on the dirt had become subliminal. She'd been running for so long she lost track of time. The trees all looked the same, maybe she was running in a circle. All of her thoughts came to a screeching halt as she was unable to prepare herself for the steep decline before her. The girl screamed and clawed anything her hands could grasp at as she tumbled downward, a sickening crack echoing through the night.
Clouds parted, and the moonlight revealing the girl with long brunette hair in a upheaval manner. Clad in black pants and a brown coat and black boots. The elements of her surroundings finally catching up with her. Her breath causing a small mist cloud to form. She tried to get up to continue running but couldn't. There was gashes all over the coat, the fabric surrounding the them was damp with blood. Her eyes trailed to her leg, her right leg received little to no damage, her left however was twisted at an odd angle.
She looked back to the top of the steep hill that she fell from. There stood a lone figure, its features was expertly hidden behind a hood and scarf, only the reflection of the the Moon's light off of it's glasses was to be seen. This sent a violent shiver down her spine. A wolf in sheep's clothing has just found a wounded sheep.
Chains stirred within the dark, gloomy cell. A girl sat back against the wall, arms chained to said wall. Moonlight shone into the room through a barred window, it's path leading to the middle of the room. A single thick iron door at the other end. It taunted the girl, she knew beyond that door lead to more horrors before it lead to freedom. She was one of the ones better off however. Some were made into slaves others were test subjects. You was either successful or dead. Most were dead. She herself was nearing the end of her test trials. Though it didn't matter.
Where test subjects who had made it through the gruesome experiments were sold or used as a personal weapon. She wouldn't become some tool for a maniac. The overall light in the room began to dwindle, and as it did the girl's eyes seemed to glow in the absence of the light, a vibrant green and purple blazed as if alive.
It wasn't long before dawn started to creep over the horizon. There was a thick fog laying over the area. It almost engulfed the entire forest that was filled with towering trees. It was deathly silent.
Now or never.
There was that voice, the one that belonged to her sweet late mother. She'd be sure to end the cause of so much pain, by any means necessary. Her objective, kill her tormentor and anyone else who gets in her way or die trying. She ran her hands through her hair, finally being free of the chains she took a moment to look at her wrist, more specifically the marks left by the cuffs. There was a large clank from the other side of the door. "What timing. Time to do or die."
Five horses raced through the fog of the forest. On the leading horse was a man with hairs gray as ash, he wore a white formal long sleeve shirt and black pants, the look of panic etched on his face. He was desperate, doing all he can to escape the monster that made its sole purpose to bring about his death. To his left was two figures in black armor, one with a bow on their back, and the other with a axe. On his right was two similar armor wearing figures though one had a short sword and the other no visible weapon.
The five was flying through the forest at an alarming rate. Their steeds, not once missing a beat, carried them through the fog almost like second nature, almost as if the had been following a map to the literal point. Out of nowhere the ground erupted from an explosion. As the horses came to an abrupt stop, a flying figure came from behind tackling the figure quipped with a sword. A small knife piercing the helmet. The girl quickly grabbed the sword from the dead warrior and dodged the onslaught of high powered arrows. The arrows flew at blinding speeds, the tore through the thick trees without a hitch.
As soon as the arrows stop she had to fend off a flurry of strikes from the axe weilder. Through a gap in his strikes she delivered a strong energy powered kick sending him flying. Only to barely dodge a punch that could've shattered her skull. She wasn't as lucky to dodge the jab at her ribs. The girl skidded to a stop. She ducked to avoid the incoming punch and removed the fighter's leg. As he fell she drove it straight through his chest. He took ahold of her arms the axe landing a glacing blow to her head leaving a deep gash. In a last ditch effort she hurled the dying body at the axe weilder. He simply knocked it aside and charged forward, continuing his swings. She was running low on energy and wanted to save it all cost but she was in a corner, something needed to be done. After successfully gaining some breathing room another blast was released without time to maneuver he shouldered the blast, knocking him backwards and sending one of his axes flying. In an instant she retrieved it, as the axe weilder tried use the remaining one to block she removed the arm completely. Within a swift motion she planted her foot on him and brought the axe down, splitting his head. She repeated this action many times, when the swings finally came to an end her arms, face and one of her legs was bloodied.
Short brown hair swayed in the wind. Tears threatened to spill over. Exhaustion, disappointment, and farm to many other emotions just left her drained. So much blood spilled and yet the man at the center of it all was nowhere to be seen. His current whereabouts unknown to no one but himself and the last gaurd he had with him. "DAMNIT. I've done so much...yet accomplished nothing."
It will be okay.
There was the voice again. Gods was she pathetic. Clinging on to the false voice of her mother to hold what remained of her warped sanity. Could she really claim sanity though, she was holding onto the fake comfort the voice of a dead woman brought her. Did she even deserve comfort? Mindless or not she's killed many on this gloomy day. Maybe the man was a necessary evil and she was a simple heathen. A person who has earned the pain she now feels. "AAAGGGHHHH!" With great strength she finally discarded the axe, throwing it with enough force to cause one of the giant trees to fall with a thunderous sound. Tears spilled from her eyes, unable to be contained any longer.
It'll all be okay.
"Be quiet! IT'LL NEVER BE OKAY!" Her sobs echoed in the forest. Nothing could end the pain the clawed at her. She wanted freedom and revenge. Yet, she could have neither, both stemmed from the same objective. As long as the man drew breath she'd never be free.
Short chapter. But I'm going to flesh them out at some point.
Although I will go into depth next chapter Tatsumi ability is like demon extract just more versatile, but can't be used on such a large scale. And Mine will enter around chapter 4/5. Soo yea...hope you like this one. Hopefully this time I'm back for a while :) And if you read new path I'm about 1/3 done with the chapter
Finally the idea of this story is due to a wonderful person who reads my stories :) Shiranai Atsune so big thanks to them
