A Certain Magical Index series created by Kazuma Kamachi and Dengeki Bunko

This is a Fanfiction written by: ~Emerald Sonata~

Starring: Last Order, Fremea Seivelun, and Fraulein Kreutune

A Certain Mystical Last Order

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The Dusk of a Golden Age:
CIVIL_WAR_THREE

"Oh! Oh-oh! M-my hair is going to get ripped from the scalp!"

"Guh! Aag! M-my skirt is going to snap and show all my intimate bits!"

"P-please stop fighting, s-squeaks Mis-Misaka as Misaka struggles to stop two grown ladies from killing each other and keeping her own uniform from being pulled off!"

The fight between the Jelly Fish and the Spider came to… an impasse? It went from throwing one spell after another with the full intent to kill, to render each other unable to fight by using their fists and nails (maybe some teeth). The more they cast their powers and spells, the more drained they became. The more drain they became, the more desperate measures they resorted.

Simply put, what turned into a magical shoot out ended up becoming a reckless catfight between two magical girls. A lot of skin was showing between this close-range three range battle.

"OH MY GOD! MY MASCARA IS RUINED!...I'LL SPLIT YOUR LEGS OPEN, YOU FAT JELLYFISH!"

"GUNYAAAH! M-MY NAIL IS BROKEN! I'LL SIT ON YOU UNTIL YOUR SPINE SNAPS YOU SPIDER F**KING WHORE!"

"KYAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! SHRIEKS MISAKA AS MISAKA IS STARTING TO LOSE HER MIND FROM ALL THIS RIDICULOUS SCREAMING.

What used to be a fight star bathroom for ladies in the International Airport, turned into something close to amid wrestling pit. The sinks were smashed, windows shattered, toilet bowls had exploded from spell bullets missing their targets, and all the make-up powder samples sponsored by cosmetic companies were turning into mud across the floor. It was surely a mess. Definitely not fitting as an end.

But that was not the situation right now.

~*BANG!*

"GAAAH!"

~*BANG!"

"GUWAAAH!"

Two shots rang out. Neither of them were the sound of magic being launched. Rather they were the distinct sounds of bullets exploding and flying out of a rifle chamber. There was even that unique 'ping' sound of bullet shells being ejected from the body of a gun. Last Order didn't understand why, but someone was intervening in this conflict between two Magicians of two rivaling island principalities. And the one disturbing them was someone she knew very well. Or rather, a group of people she knew well.

10 years ago, on that rainy night, she could recall these men once hurting 'that child' who struggled to save her.

"H…HOUND DOGS!?"

In Academy City there were several factions. One was Judgement. They were an organization made up of volunteer Espers and Students who focus on in-city disciplinary and non-lethal law-enforcement. Two was Anti-Skill: they were a unique special tactics unit to suppress crimes and rogue Espers as both a public paramilitary force and were often deployed around the world to spread the might and influence of Academy City as PMCs in times of War. They were all made out of teachers who have a strong military background (Rangers, US Marines, SAS, Joint Task Force II, Spetznaz, JSDF, you name it).

Then there was the third faction. Those who should not exist but were necessary in committing to 'work that the world should never see or hear'. They were called Hound Dogss, consisting of men and women with extreme military skills who are controlled by either the Dark Side of Academy City Council Board, or members of the world renown (ruthless) Kihara Family. 'Cover work', 'clean up duty', 'important accidents and/or disappearances'. That was their primary line of work.

A Black Ops team.

"Top Cat, this is Echo team. We've located the Rabbits and have subdued them. We're going to bag and tag them and then begin extraction. Be advised, we have two Rabbits, we're not sure which is the attacker. Orders?"

[Echo Team, this is Top Cat. Transport Foehammer is enroute to designated Exfil point Alpha Niner, 9 minutes out. Be advised, the high brass are unable to provide intel on the targets to confirm their identity on site. Bring them back to Bear Den for further verification and debriefing. How Copy?]

"Copy all, Top Cat. Echo Team continuing mission. Out."

"…Wh…what? What's happening? Wh-why are you taking them away? W-wonders Misaka as Misaka watches a-all of you dragging them around by the hair and hands. Th-they're bleeding, they need medical treatment now! Demands Misaka as Misaka tries to pull on Jellyfish girl's skirt to stop them from dragging her bleeding body away!"

The Hound Dogs, were ruthless. They were nothing like Anti-Skills who based their training and actions like the advanced policing unit SWAT or GIGN. The latter ensures you know your rights before shooting at you or arresting you if you surrender, properly. The former, however, shoot without question, regardless if you throw down your weapon and say 'I give up'. 90% of the time, they shoot the corpse again as if a mini-game to kill spare time.

Hence why they could shoot through the Jelly Fish Girl's chest and the Spider Woman's neck with cold-hearted precision. What was once covered in muddy make-up powder and melting cosmetic wax, was now pooling with the red of their blood. The middle school girl, Last Order, was sitting on the wet floor. The same red soaked into her expensive Tokiwadai uniform. She didn't understand. Everything happened to fast. It was the time where if you blinked at the wrong timing, you miss the entire plot of the movie in a matter of micro seconds.

But, within that time frame... she swore to Heaven and Earth - she saw the Jelly Fish Girl and Spider Woman leap in between Last Order, the eyes of the red laser pointers.

"Captain, what do we do with this kid. She saw everything."

"Maintain rule of engagement: crew expendable."

"Shame. She's kind of cute. I thought I could try out some new brain-wiping technique, maybe have some fun with her body on theside while I'm at it."

"No, it's too troublesome. My girlfriend just cut ties with me through text. I'm not in the mood to write a 20 page report to say we missed a kid and go through the annoying channels just to wipe her mind clean. Just pop her, dump her body in a garbage bin, and say she was a victim of a random terrorist shooting. People believe in cr*p like that."

"Roger Wilco... So, guess we need more bodies to make it authentic, right?"

"Yeah. Half-*ssing stuff like this will only raise suspicious and we don't need some American Psychological Profiling Unit to come after us. Just take out 20 random people on the floor and ghost out."

"Solid copy, Top Cat."

Hound Dogs were ruthless. Whether it be man, woman, child, senior, so long as they stood in their way, these Black Operatives will eliminate them. Its because pulling the trigger is easier than writing tons of paperwork in the aftermath. And making up lies to hide their mistakes was more convenient than court martial or internal affairs. It was that simple. So even if they pulled at the girls' bodies by the hair or ankle, dragging them around like animals on a farm, it didn't bother them. It was easier than hauling them on a stretcher.

"…Stop it… "

The ones who carried a cold killing heart heard a small voice. At first, they wanted to ignore it. Yet, those tiny words felt like they carried the weight of a big world. It was something even the Hound Dogs could not ignore so easily. So they turned – to have chrome cosmetic lipstick and powder boxes shooting into their bullet-proof helmets. An series of audible craka-craka could be heard, like hail on a the hood of a car. Two collapsed, their bodies shaking as if hit with a high-voltage stun gun.

The one who stood up against the 20 or so highly trained Black Ops soldiers who served the darkest of dark side of Academy City… was a little girl. She slipped on a Green Armband over her left arm. She puffed out her small child-like chest with a sense of pride... and anger.

"Misaka is Judgment! Put down the spider and jelly fish, and surrender immediately orders Misaka as Misaka booms her voice without a megaphone and hands on her hips!"

… A Hound Dog in the back of the groud hide a laugh under his helmet. He found this heroic to be too cute. She remind him of his daughter, who was probably in the middle of a Language Exam in Portugal. Having no issue to this interruption, he held up his M16 Assault Rifle with custom Hybrid Scope and aimed for a wide forehead.

*BZZZZT!*

"GYAAH!"

Only for that advanced rifle to short circuit from a tiny bolt of lightning flicking it with a sparkling blue finger. It The gunpowder in the 30 odd bullets in the cartridge exploded like firecrackers all over him. There was no mercy for him today.

"Objection denied! states Misaka as Misaka frowns like Judge Judy! Hmph!"

The battle of magic, had now shifted into a Scientific Civil War.