(Author's Notes): First off, SORRY SORRY SORRY for missing my update, but I've had some problems at home. To make up for it, this chapter is twice as long as the others, and I think you will like it very much. :)

The adrenaline washed over Bando like a tsunami. At long last, he was in his element again. The boxes and crates strewn around the area transformed the wide bridge into a veritable maze, giving the place a claustrophobic atmosphere. To Bando, that simply made the chase that much more exciting. Ducking around a corner, Bando came to the place where he had first fired at Lucy. There were bullet marks in the ground, and irregular pieces of tarmac were scattered everywhere, but there was no blood. Doesn't matter. It'll flow soon enough. He stiffened, taking several steps backward and pressing his back against a large container. This battle would be determined by who made the first move, but even then he held a hidden ace; the bullets he was using could pass through vectors.

Bando crept slowly towards the edge of the box, listening out for any sound, either of breathing or of footsteps. Hearing nothing, he slowly craned his neck around the edge. Nothing. There was nobody there. Come out, come out, wherever you are… He thought, grinning. Twice. Twice he had been humiliated by this horned freak. But now it was his turn. Bando levelled his MP5 and slowly walked around the edge of the crate, still on the alert, looking for anything out of place. Still nothing. But that didn't matter. He had plenty of time. Bando could afford to wait for her to make a mistake.

Lucy ran through the labyrinth of crates and containers, trying to put as much distance between herself and her attacker as possible. She was more confused than anything else. Why...Why is he here? Didn't I...Lucy thought back. The beach. A man on the floor, bleeding from both eyes and one arm. Her eyes widened. It's him! But how did he know...She stopped running, gasping for breath. It was impossible. This couldn't be happening. Is this...one of my nightmares? But she knew that was too much to hope for. She could deal with the ghosts in nightmares, but now a real ghost had come back from her past to hunt her down.

With an immense effort, Lucy calmed her ragged breathing. It's okay. I still have an advantage. Guns are not as effective in closed spaces. She was surprised at how quickly her mind had reacted to the situation. The thought depressed her. I guess...when you've done it once, you never forget how to kill someone. But that is something I will never do again. Lucy knew what she had to do now. Escape. However, it seemed that even something so simple as running away was not an option anymore.

She realised with a sickening feeling that Bando's plan had worked like clockwork. She had run away from him. Away from the bridge entrance. He had cut off her quickest escape route perfectly. In short, I'm trapped here. The only way out is back the way I came...through him. That means- Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the opposite side of the crate she was leaning against. Lucy froze. A sense of morbid fascination overcoming her, she slowly turned her head to the side. Against the shadows cast by the containers towering around her, a patch of darker blackness emerged.

A brief flash illuminated the surrounding area. Everything seemed to slow down. Lucy jumped sideways as several bullets slammed into the container she had been next to moments earlier. An animal instinct of survival taking over, Lucy rolled behind a set of crates that served as a junction and crouched, her form concealed by one of the sliding doors of an open container. If it hadn't been for the muzzle flash...I'd probably be dead.

Bando clicked his tongue in irritation, trying to see where his quarry had gone. It was both exhilarating and frustrating at the same time. How long is she going to lead me on this ridiculous chase? The shadows of Lucy's last location were still thick. Better safe than sorry! He fired off a round into the blackness just to be sure. No response. Satisfied, he slowly started to walk forwards, his footsteps echoing in the silence of night. Now that he was closer, he could see the bullet holes in the boxes of equipment. Still no blood. Bando examined them for a moment, then half turned. The crates in this area formed a structure that looked a little bit like a T-Junction, with one open crate in the middle. It's sliding door was partially ajar.

To Bando, with his impaired judgement due to bloodlust and adrenaline, the situation made perfect sense. Lucy, having been startled by his attack, had opened the crate and hidden inside it, waiting to launch a surprise attack when his back was turned. Bando smiled. You cant fool me, bitch. He emptied the remainder of his current magazine into the opening, the sound of bullets ricocheting off the metal interior making a noise reminiscent of a hailstorm. Try surviving that one!

But Bando had failed to take one fact into account; Lucy wasn't that stupid. She had never been in the container in the first place. If he had bothered to look closely, Bando would have seen that the box had been open for some time – the rust coating the hinges of the door frame should have been enough. Crouched behind said door, Lucy realised that now was her chance to escape, whilst Bando had his guard down. Four vectors shot out, grasping the door frame and wrenching it free, accompanied by a terrible sound of grinding metal. As if in slow motion, Bando turned, his eyes showing a look of confused incomprehension as the metal frame smashed into him, knocking him over backwards.

Bando's head hit the floor hard. He felt his weapon leave his hands as a warm trail of red liquid made its way down his face. He saw a flicker of red hair out of the corner of his eye as Lucy darted out from where she had been hiding and ran off to the left. Swearing violently, Bando pushed himself up off the ground, wiping the blood out of his eyes as he searched wildly for his main weapon. Finding it, he loaded a new magazine before setting off at a run. I'll put a bullet in that freak even if it kills me! He could still hear her footsteps and he followed them, breathing heavily, the cold night air causing his breath to appear like clouds of steam.

The chase was like an eerie dance. The wind, long since absent from the scene, abruptly returned with a vengeance, whipping up the waves below into a fury. The moon shone overhead, its pale light painting the scene in a surreal glow. On the bridge itself, Bando was catching up with Lucy. The crates had thinned, and were no longer stacked on top of each other. The maze disintegrated into randomly assorted containers interspaced with wide open areas. The spray from the waves crashed over the railings, coating the area in slippery sea water. Bando rounded the last corner and saw Lucy sprinting across an open area in front of him. It was too perfect. He raised his weapon and fired.

Lucy heard the soft thud of the silenced weapon behind her and twisted around in mid step. It was impossible to avoid the shots this time, since there was no cover. Her four vectors shot out to deflect the bullets. But something odd happened. Instead of stopping dead in mid air, the rounds seemed to burrow through her vectors, their shape distorting slightly as the light was refracted off them. Lucy's eyes widened as the bullets sped towards her. From where he stood, Bando saw Lucy fall. His face split in a sadistic grin, he lowered his weapon and slowly walked forwards. Pray, bitch. Pray that the first shot kills you. If it doesn't, I'll make you die a thousand times over.

But of course, reality is rarely as simple as that. From where she lay, sprawled on the ground, Lucy was able to comprehend the most important fact of all. I am still alive. The round had barely missed her, cutting a large red line into the side of her head and taking out a chunk of her hair along with it. The blood ran in large lines down the right hand side of her face, obscuring her vision in that eye. Red. Blood. It's the colour of my eyes, my hair, and probably my soul as well, She though slowly as Bando approached herLucy pushed herself up onto her elbows. Now she could see Bando getting closer to her, his weapon raised and ready to fire at any time.

"Heh. What do you think, bitch? It's a pretty sweet role reversal we have going here." Bando spat, stopping five metres away just in case. Lucy didn't respond. It doesn't look like I can escape...

"What's wrong? Tired of living? Don't feel too bad. It's only natural for pests to be exterminated. Then again, if we're exterminating, its better to go after the whole nest." Lucy ignored him, trying to find a way to escape. Will he ever stop talking?

Bando frowned, disturbed at her lack of response. The excitement he had gained from their previous fight had faded somewhat. Ha. She thinks I don't know her weakness, but I know how to make her scream. "Of course, that means I'll have to hunt down all the other freaks in this town. You know what that means? 'Course you do. You wont be alone in hell, because your whole family will be there with you!"

At first, Lucy's mind couldn't quite comprehend what Bando was saying to her. ...Impossible. She stared up at him, and it hit her that he was serious. The look on his face told her everything she needed to know. Bando was going to kill her, and then he would kill her entire family to make sure her genes would not be passed down. In that one moment, any restraint Lucy had was shattered. It felt as if a floodgate in her mind had opened, unleashing wave upon wave of fury. This man...Lucy's eyes narrowed, almost to the point of seeming inhuman. This man...is an eyesore. She stood up. It took no effort at all, the pain in her head long forgotten.

"What's this?" Bando laughed, and emptied his magazine in Lucy's direction. Lucy smiled coldly. These are nothing. Four vectors hurtled forwards, smashing the bullets out of the air. Bando breathed in sharply. What...is...this? For the first time, Lucy's vectors were visible. They shimmered in the air, twisting around like pale grey-blue snakes. Bando stumbled backwards. That...bastard... He fumbled with another magazine, trying desperately to eject the empty one so he could fire again.

"That bastard lied to me!" He growled, finally managing to reload. But before he could fire, a fifth vector extended outwards, slicing the MP5 clean in half. F-five...No way...She's only meant to have four! But Bando had no time to think any further, because a sixth vector was now flying towards him. He reached inside his jacket to bring out his pistol, but it was too late. The invisible arm caught him by the neck. The pistol fell to the floor as Bando used both hands to try and lessen the vice like grip on his neck. It was no use. The vector holding Bando's neck twisted violently, throwing him backwards and causing him to crash into a nearby crate, shattering its wooden frame. Just a few metres away, Lucy stood, looking at him with cold disinterest. There were no longer only five or six vectors surrounding her. From what he could see, Bando reckoned the number was closer to twenty or thirty. No way...what the hell...

Lucy didn't know why she was suddenly able to use so many more vectors. All she knew was that her limits had been lifted. She willed three of her vectors to move and they did, smashing through the crates around her in order to get to their target. Bando just managed to roll out of the way in time, the wooden splinters digging into his back causing him to wince with pain. He was now very close to the railings next to the edge of the bridge and could actually feel the spray on the back of his neck. Lucy had turned in his direction and begun to walk, the vectors twisting around her making her look like some sort of spider.

Suddenly, her pace changed. Lucy exploded forwards, her vectors propelling herself to incredible speeds. Bando saw the arms coming towards him, and knew the end was coming. He closed his eyes on a reflex, although he knew it wouldn't matter son. The vectors streaming forwards increased their speed, ready to slice him into hundreds of tiny pieces...

Except they didn't. Just as they were about to hit, Lucy's vectors stopped moving. Bando opened his eyes. The scene was even more surreal than before. The shimmering appendages shuddered for a moment, then began to retract. Lucy continued to look coldly at him.

"If you ever come near my family, I will make you wish you had never been born." It was a cliché line, but it had the desired effect. Bando shrank back against the iron railings, no longer the sadistic gunman he had been earlier. Lucy turned around, the last few vectors shimmering for a moment in the moonlight before finally disappearing into her back. She slowly began to walk back the way she had come, the rage inside her finally beginning to cool down. It was now 1:00. She should make it back in time easily.

From out of nowhere, a gunshot rang out behind her. Lucy spun round, ready to deflect any projectiles that came her way. But it wasn't her the shot was aimed at; it was Bando. A massive red plume erupted from Bando's chest as the heavy calibre round smashed into him. The force of the impact knocked him clean over the edge of the bridge and into the raging swells of the sea below. A slow clap sounded through the area, as Director Kakuzawa stepped out into the role he had been preparing for years. He stopped clapping and stared at Lucy for a long time.

"Very impressive, my dear. Very impressive indeed."

(Author's Notes): I hope it was good. I was originally going to have this as two chapters, but then I felt bad for not updating last week, so I amalgamated them. I will hopefully be back to regular updates next week, but even if I'm not, rest assured that I intend to finish this story.