In the next days, the newspapers and TV news were flooded with reports about the mysterious killings that took place everywhere in Tokyo. Michiru read about the murders, and she knew who was the killer. Each victim of the mysterious murderer showed three stab wounds that were in a perfect row, each one the same size, diameter and deepness, in the middle of the chest. "Haruka…" Michiru thought to herself while the female newscaster talked about another murder, this time in one of the outer districts of Tokyo. "As in the cases before, the victim showed the already well-known stab wounds in his chest." The woman spoke, and Michiru closed her eyes. "Why are you doing this, Haruka? What did they do to you to make you such an unscrupulous killer?" "Police still has no clue who the killer could be." The newscaster announced. "That means that every manager in Tokyo has to fear for his life, since all the victims were employed in the higher levels of diverse big companies. Most of the concerned companies were medical development institutes, and police chief Goemon Ishikawa stated that the killings maybe were acts of revenge from a rejected scientist or a fired employee. That is all about the Tokyo manager killings for now. Our next topic…" Michiru turned the TV off and silenced the newscaster in mid-sentence. She looked out of the window, her thoughts wandering around. "Haruka… I wish you would come back to me. We could work that out, and I think you know that." The aqua haired woman thought to herself. Letting out a heavy sigh, Michiru left the living room and went to sleep.
Seiichi Kenji, owner and headmaster of Tokyo's biggest medical instrument developer, sighed and checked his watch. "It's late." he spoke out loud. "I guess I'll go home now." Packing his things into his black suitcase, Seiichi got ready to leave the office. He grabbed the gun he had bought after all the killings that had happened, put it into the pocket of his jacket and made his way over to the lift. Seiichi pressed the "Down"-button, and the elevator started it's way up from the ground floor. The doors opened with a soft mechanic sound, and Seiichi took a step back, his eyes widening. Inside the lift stood two people, and one of them he only knew too well. "Doctor Sariachi?" he asked, and the red haired woman stepped out of the lift, smiling. The blonde, tall person that accompanied her stayed behind her, smiling at Seiichi in a way that made him more than nervous. Doctor Sariachi smiled at him. "Hello, Mister Kenji. I see, you remember me." "Of course." Seiichi replied. "You were the sicko who wanted to test her weird new material on humans, and wanted my instruments for it." "You refused to give them to me." The red head spoke calmly. "But I found a way to make my tests. Here is the result of my research." Empathizing the last sentence, Dr. Sariachi pointed to the blonde woman that stood behind her. "Weapon X." "You are sick!" Seiichi yelped, pulling his gun out and aiming it at the doctor. The red haired woman just laughed and motioned towards Haruka, who stepped in front of her. "Just try and shoot her." Dr. Sariachi said. "Her healing rate is one hundred times higher than those of normal people." Seiichi raised his gun, aimed carefully and shot. The bullet hit Haruka in the chest, and she stumbled back from the impact, blood running down and over her shirt. Seiichi looked satisfied, but then his face turned to an expression of sheer terror. The wound in Harukas chest closed, and the bullet fell on the tiles with a small *pling*. "Oh…oh my God…" Seiichi whispered, deep in shock. Haruka smiled again and raised her fists. The claws popped out, and Seiichi started to scream.
One hour later, Haruka stood in the laboratory at the sink, cleaning blood from her claws. Doctor Sariachi stood behind her, smiling proudly. "Well done, Weapon X. As soon as all those who crossed my plans are dead, we can send our offer out to the militaries of all world." Haruka just nodded, finished her cleaning and let the claws shoot back into her forearms. Sariachi patted Harukas back. "You see, X, it was necessary to do those painful experiments. After all, it turned out good for you." "You're right, master." Haruka answered, bowing slightly. "Oh, stop calling me master." Dr. Sariachi moaned. "My name is Kaori." Haruka smiled, her white, sharp teeth glistening in the light. "As you wish, Kaori."
Michiru was sleepless. She tossed and turned in her bed; every time she dozed off, horrible nightmares awoke her after a short period of time. Finally the aqua haired woman got out of bed and decided to go for a walk. Michiru put on her clothes and her coat and made her way out of the apartment, down the stairs and on the street. Michiru started walking down her block, thinking about Haruka all the time. She didn't see the black car the drove out of the next alley, and if she had seen it, she wouldn't have cared about it. When the car stopped next to her and the doors opened, it was too late to care anyway.
