Interrogation

I had followed Yazoo to Edge, finding him driving a truck rather than his bike when I first met him. I had parked my bike outside of Tifa's bar and followed him on foot. Much to my surprise he stopped not too far from the bar anyway, just around the middle of town. He then started to wander around and while he was out of sight I looked into his truck. He had taken the keys with him and it was locked. I wasn't prepared to break it open or use Magnetism in case he came back so I walked away from it.

I was now leaning against a building, waiting for Yazoo to notice me. I was a good few hours of waiting, late afternoon, until I stood up, seeing someone familiar.

"Denzel?" I gasped, seeing him get into the truck with the other kids. They all had Stigma. I had seen them around Edge. Yazoo was entering the driver's seat but he looked up and took notice of me, smirking as walked. By this time now the only ones in the area were me, Yazoo and the kids.

Once Yazoo reached me he passed me a little, about to enter an alleyway.

"Do you want to speak in private, sister?" He asked calmly. I grunted a little and followed him, ready to attack him if need be. I kept my Dual Hounds with me, I usually put them on my bike. I knew I would need them.


When we were midway in the alley I triggered my Dual Hounds, knocking him in the back of the head. As he lay on the ground I stood above him, holding my weapon to his face.

"What do you want with the kids infected with the Stigma?" I snapped almost immediantly. Yazoo smirked up at me, getting onto his feet and standing calmly in front of me.

"Don't you want a cure, sister?" He asked. Oh fuck this sister shit. "Don't you want to see Mother again?"

"Rather keep your Mother in the ground where she belongs," I snarled, taking a swing at him that he dodged. He kicked me in the shins but I swept my leg around and knocked him down with me, rolling backwards and getting back up, loading a Tesla shot. Before I could shoot it Yazoo brought out his gun and smacked me in the face with it, my Tesla blast flying off into another direction.

I dodged his bullets and kept my distance, clenching my fists and breathing deeply, triggering Aura in my right eye and projecting it onto Yazoo, blasting him into a wall. I didn't expect him to recover so quickly because I soon found myself blocking his incoming punches and kicks. I had to be faster than him since it was like fighting myself. He was surprisingly good for his age.

He grabbed my arm and swung me into the brick wall. I felt blood gush down from my nose but I blasted Aura at him and slammed my fist into his chest. We returned to the fist fighting, Yazoo using more kicks than punches and vice versa for myself. When he threw a punch at me I grabbed his arm, making him stumble.

"Where'd a kid like you learn to fight this good?" I asked, kicking him three times in the stomach and then kicking him backwards. Yazoo just smirked and pulled out his gun again.

"From the best, sister," He shot at the Dual hounds, aiming for the straps and breaking them with his bullets. I knew that wasn't luck. Not only was he good in hand-to-hand, he was an amazing sharpshooter.

I winced as I drew my natural blades out, blood staining them. I cartwheeled and slammed my blades into his chest, but he dodged easily, kicking me in the face. He really enjoyed hitting there the bastard. I deflected his bullets with my blades and cut his legs, piercing my blades into his shoulders and against a wall.

"Let the kids go," I snarled. Yazoo kept smirking at me. "Listen you freak, what the fuck do you want with them? Why is the Stigma so important?" His smirk faded and his eyes studied me, looking at me as though I was some alien creature. It was like he had a sudden realisation.

"I'll apologise in advance for this, sister," I felt something press against my stomach and my eyes shot down, seeing his gun and-

Wait... that was familiar. I reconsied that gun...

"Don't you even-" My sentence was cut off as he pulled trigger and I pulled away, stepping back as blood seeped from my stomach. I feel to my knees before collapsing onto the ground, watching his blurred figure limp away, blood trailing behind him as a pool formed around me.

I half-expected Oblivion to appear in front of me and tell me it was finally time for me to kick the bucket. Or maybe Omen telling me he couldn't do anything to save me this time. There was no one coming for me though. I was left again to let all my blood drain out of my body. I guess it was one of those moments in which I'd remember all the moments in my life that changed it...

No. I don't die that easy. It takes more than a buller wound to kill me. No fatalistic mood for me. I won't die. I refuse to. I refuse to fucking die!

Still... my consciousness was fading quickly. I didn't want to fall asleep. I might not wake up.

The last thing I remember before passing out was my phone ringing...