Untoten

Vivi

I left Teri behind, assured that they, the ones who claimed to be the bad guys, would keep him her and his/her girlfriend safe. Maybe it became a spiteful relation naturally, not that I mind Teri giving not a damn for me or the war he she was put into. It was best just to leave him her alone for now.

Night fell quick, and I wondered what lives do humans lead outside of war and strife? From the child's memories, it seemed as though there wasn't anything I really needed to do. Just have fun while being polite.

I carried my new arm that Jessica had severed and tried to reattach it, though the dress kept getting in the way, so I had to unstitch and restitch until it worked, but in the end, it was sloppy so I just undid everything and started again when the dress once again got in the way. Not that I could help being barely able to see in this dark alleyway.

"Need some help?" I heard someone say, and looking over it was one of the new Kämpfer, white haired but not Reita. But I offered my arm anyway and she took care of it smoothly.

"Vivi," I said, hoping to strike up conversation, but she looked at me weird. "My name. Vivisected Spider."

"Oh, right. Rosa Grant, but some would call me Yord'Sarun. Either way it doesn't really matter in the end, now does it?"

"Nope. When we die we disappear, right? Just flat out gone," I said, as she stood up finished. I flexed out my arm and found it as good as new.

"You're that Teri person's guardian, right? What made you become this way? Was it want for death?" Rosa asked, giving me a curious stare.

"More like a want for power, and I got it," I told her, when something occurred to me. "Why are you out here? Are you after me?" I asked, trying to sound empathetic.

She chuckled a bit, and then swiped her forehead. "I'm just out wandering a bit in the night. Although," she trailed, waiting for me to duck in reaction. She wouldn't get that from me. "You do remind me of an old friend, at least from a time when I was truly Yord'Sarun. But times change and friends made, and now I'm Rosa Grant."

"Times change and friends made?" I repeated.

"Yeah, I had an apprentice or two before they made friends with my brother and tried to kill me. I couldn't really blame them as the majority of the ordeal was my fault," she told me vaguely.

I was tempted to press for more, but the way she said that stirred a slight tension in this meeting. If I pressed, then she'd probably wig out as it doesn't seem to be a topic of great favor. Maybe I could get some information on the Moderator.

"So, when did you meet Sakura?" I asked, pretending that I didn't know that there was another.

"Your Moderator? I guess around the time our Moderator did, couple of months ago. She is a nice girl. Too bad though that doesn't make anything better though. This is a war. If everyone got along then nothing would get done," she sighed. "Wish Adrienne was here. Things would get done quickly, or done at all if your Kämpfer doesn't turn out in our favor."

"If you get one of the blue or red Kämpfer to kill his love then he'll definitely charge into battle. Though if you're not up to it…" I trailed off, tempting her.

She looked at me, then turned and gave out a hearty laugh. "Kill his lover to spur him into action? I've seen that scenario before! I remember it like a good dream!"

"You… do?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah! We took his heart hostage and told him to work for us, and he lied! We fell for his lie and let his girl go, and the moment she cleared out reach he screwed us over! Come to think of it, Teri kind of reminds me of him!"

"Who?"

"The Heir of Space Jesse and his sweet heart Samanthasprite! Bastard sealed my magic away and left me stranded. Luckily I was found by Kyte and Def before anyone else," Rosa finished, turning away. "Well, I should head to bed soon or else I'll get locked out. How about you? Where are you staying?"

"I'll journey about until I find where I need to be. Figure out some stuff."

"I see. Next time we'll talk about you!" Rosa said, making her way out of the alley. "See you then!"

"Yeah," I muttered, watching her young figure fade into the night, like a wisp among fireflies. I waited a bit, letting the tension in my head ease, before standing. I had something to do, somewhere to be.

Rosa

Adrienne, was this a message to me that you want me back? Or is it the other way around, do I want to see you again? Was Vivi your old self and you were just a doll that struck back, or was that my hopes endangering you to become my chainsawkind-wielding puppet?

No, that couldn't have been the case. Vivi just mirrors you, like a reflection across dimensions. But it was the same feeling both me and Fedora shared, this mother-like compassion that vented on those who we wished were our children. I turned the key to the door and opened it to a warm, sweet smelling odor that was intoxicating to the senses.

I spotted Teri fast asleep on the couch with a blanket on her and using a towel as a pillow to catch her subconscious drool. This was the kid that Sakura drafted into this war and was supposed to end it for good, yet she was barely old enough to even start thinking about fighting any battle. Sakura must be desperate to stay afloat.

Vivi

I slipped through the streets, taking caution of the people around. One to be feared most at night are the perverts, and if one tries his luck with me, he'll spot the gaping hole and run off screaming bloody murder. I didn't have to worry about night psychos, as they can't really harm me, but the cops and another kind of pervert can and will wreck me.

That kind of pervert that you can't really call a pervert because they take pleasure of a different sort, one very like sociopaths. Rather than just killing and raping you, they keep your dead body and play around with it until you fall to shambles, at which point they'll repair it and eventually you'll be covered in stitches and mismatched skin like a horror story undead.

The night was my time, but this time I had to use it for something other than play. The town was easy to navigate due to its geometrical design, and soon I was at the meeting spot. Climbing a lamppost, I could see Sakura's home and the Western KämpFr place, as well as the school and where Teri's mark is, each within a near straight walking direction from each other. The six lampposts that circled the meeting place created a hexagon, from which the entire town was in visibility.

The lamppost lit up under me, and I couldn't see the ground under me, nor could I see myself. I looked over and saw the other lampposts lighting up, with a figure darkened from the eclipse of light and another figure of an animal inside the lampposts. One a monkey with a bullet threw its head, another a clipped bird. I looked up to see that the sky had also changed to that like a nebula.

In the midst of the hexagon descended seven lights, one for each of the primary and secondary colors and white, most likely representing the Kämpfer teams. A yellow band of light twirled and entered my lamppost. Each of the other color bands was doing so too, except the white band, which swirled above us.

"Vivi, you're looking a bit darker than usual," the monkey spoke, the lamppost giving off a pulsing green light as it spoke.

"I happened to have a chat with a person who was willing. They happened to mention a bad history they had," I told them.

"Anyway, you should wake up sometime," it said.

"What? I am awake," I said, my head starting to feel sore. My eyes started to blur and my vision spun. "What are you doing to me?" I asked, losing my balance.

They mumbled something intangible for an answer, sounding like a drunk man. I sat down on the light post and closed my eyes, hoping for this to really be a dream. I would half-expect it to, since the bright lights never made any sense in the first place.

I stared at the stainless metal top to the box that enclosed me, one that was fitted with a cushion for my body. Behind my head was a window that I couldn't see through since I couldn't move very much and I didn't want to. There were no other apparent openings, so I guessed this was a drawer of some sort. They had replaced my black and white layered gothic lolita something dress with a towel that didn't actually cover me that well, just my chest and top of my legs. There was no other indication that I had talked to Rosa other than the connected arm part that she had stitched magnificently up. Not that there was any other.

As I gathered my bearings, I made note that who ever had put me here had done a search of my inner body and tried to remove my spare spider legs that I had stitched to the back of this body. They had at least stitched me back up after vivisecting, or dissecting, which ever one will make you feel better, me, and I could partially regrow my extra legs, but to fully regrow it took time, about half a day, given I have a good energy and material source.

Come to think of it, that would make me twice vivisected.

Anyway, I did not want to stay here. I checked to see if everything still moved correctly and tried to look out the window again, and saw that there was a person moving by themselves, doing his work. I reached over my head and gently knocked on the window. No response. I hit it harder. The person jumped and turned toward me, but went back to work. I hit it again, and he went over to mess with a device and wash his hands before moving in my direction. He looked through the porthole but didn't exactly see me, so he turned back around and shook his head.

Which made me smash my fist into the drawer above me, making him return to this side. He started pulling drawers randomly, but somehow didn't come to mine. I tried to gather my voice, and I called out to him.

"Hey," I said, weakly. He opened the drawer above me and when he put it back, he backed away from it and tried to focus.

"Say something," he said, looking around.

"Here," I answered, and he looked toward the drawer he just pulled. "Down one," I instructed, and he opened mine, before reeling back gaping.

"How are you alive? You are missing big chunks of all your systems! That means that you are dead!" he stammered.

"Where's my dress?" I asked, ignoring his spiel.

"We threw it away. We didn't expect the obviously dead to live," he admitted.

"Where's my arm?"

"Same thing."

"You want to die?" I asked, really irritated.

"No, but it's not like I can just go and get it back," he said, backing away.

"Do you want me to show you what the dead can do?"

"No…"

"Then go and get my stuff back!" I barked, and he ran off, bumping into the wall next to the door. I sat up in my drawer, looking around the room. It was like one of those in a crime lab in a detective show, like as if they actually did some research into the make up of them. There was a body on the table of someone I didn't recognize, obviously because there was no connection between us, except that we're considered dead by the majority of people.

I stood up, looking for something to cloth me in the time being, and found little of practical use. And I would imagine that everyone else in the cabinet would also have only a towel.

Multiple towels? That… wouldn't work. They're probably too small to be useful, and I'm not going to stick to whatever I'd make. I looked into a mirror to find that my hair and skin lost any color and luster it might've had, and my eyes were a sickly green. It was gross, even to myself. There were no chairs for me to sit and wait in, and it wouldn't do me any good to lean on the pristine walls, so I sat in the outstretched drawer and waited for the man to get back.

Fortunately, I heard him coming back down the corridor now, but not alone. In fact, when his crew of police arrived, I was given the golden zombie treatment of bullets. Unlike a zombie, I ducked and scurried for cover. However, the only cover I had was the chrome bullet-non-resistant drawer. When they stopped shooting, I tried to pick out the bullets from my skin and flesh before they opened the drawer to find me still moving freely. They motioned a man with a hatchet to come over while holding me still in the drawer.

"Would you stop!" I begged, but the man did not falter. He looked at me like all the other zombie hunters, indifferent to what could be redeemed and what couldn't. I struggled to get out, but the brute strength didn't let me, and when the man came into striking range, they pulled me out of the drawer enough to behead me, and sure enough, he struck down and chopped my head off. The person who was holding my head tossed it indifferently beside the body, and the group moved away, letting the next group come in and watch as the body lift the head over it and let the animated strings reattach it firmly.

I coughed a bit, allowing the breathing tubes to realign into place and looked over at the shocked groups. "Stop attacking me," I told them. Not to my surprise, they looked at each other and quickly grabbed me and hauled me out the door. They asked for a spare doctor's robe and covered me, before handcuffing me and leading me farther along. I saw that it was about nine in the morning on a clock that we passed, though through the windows it was just daybreak.

They led me to a room marked 'Incinerator' and entered the room. The incinerator in question was like a box oven, and they put me into the said oven and without further ado, they lit it up for a minute. When they opened it back up, I kicked the guy in the face and tried to fend off the others still handcuffed. "Stop attacking me!" I repeated, but they hauled me back into submission and gave me another lab coat.

They took me to an empty cell that was adjacent to other empty cells to hold me until they came up with a permanent solution. In the mean time, I removed the handcuffs and peeled away the burned skin to let the new one grow back smoothly. Fortunately, my white hair also grew back, and a bit longer than last time.

Eventually, the police came and hauled me away, to a pure white room, whiter than the lab coat, and a lone chair. They handcuffed me to the chair and left me there to wait for something. When they closed the door, it was like I was tied to a chair in nothingness. No visible boundaries, no ceiling, no exits or floor. Just a chair and a person.

I tucked my legs under me and waited for whatever it was that awaited me.