Chapter 1 - Encounter

A few days passed by, leaving in it's wake, a perjury of chaotic events. A creature, so hideous when it had first appeared, devastating the world, by wiping out the entire population of Nikki Town in mere minutes, now had 'evolved' into what it claimed to be perfection, and had announced a tournament to be held in 10 days.

Sinn stood on the deserted side walk, staring. Before her was a shattered window, the TV's, the VCR's, DVD's were all gone. Bar a few broken ones, accidentally destroyed in the quake of the world's announced destruction. Riots, ransacking, complete havoc, the creature himself, probably could not do on his own had come as a result from the havoc of him merely posing in front of a camera and stating a few quick lines coolly before leaving.

Sinn watched him for the first time on TV, his smooth elegant deep English voice, his perfect beauty of a man and yet the evil lust for mortal blood and destruction glinted furiously in his pale evil magenta eyes. Sinn remained motionless a cigarette, extinguished and had been for ages, bent and creased, gently rested between her naturally eerie dark lips. Her huge and yet slanted cold eyes, unblinking, the color of a wild amber fire burned at the only TV, the image bouncing and flickered as Cell announced his tournament. It had been a few hours now, the broadcast being repeated over and over again. Probably a bad idea for those whom were frightened easily, and the repetition only emphasized the panic and it drowned mortality, driving it insane and even as desperate as to seek seclusion...

Mortality from this city left, abandoning their homes, their pasts, their futures. Sinn didn't mind though, as a matter of fact she loved that humanity had left the cement jungle. It only made her more comfortable and free to roam the city at her own will, rather than hide in the shadows of life, forced only to watch from the rooftops, occasionally picking off a mortal for her own hunger that starved her of her dignity.

The broadcast finished and Sinn took a deep breathe, closing her huge eyes for the first time as she relaxed, letting her mind wander. She pondered her next course of action... Only she didn't get far.

The reason the Mortals, the humans had abandoned the city in such a daunting rush was due to the fact the deadliest creature mankind knew now was standing proud on a huge skyscraper his acute pale and cool evil eyes, set firmly upon the figure of the woman, taller than most others, with long hair, the color of deep ebony silk, held back tightly in a gold shackle. Her body clothed in an ancient style of the thirteenth century, complete with the long black velvet jacket that hung around her shoulders, billowing gently in the wind, a sword sheathed in it's holster around her waist. Something about her was odd though.

Her skin was the color of the moon when it hung low, an eerily pale white. Distinct and illuminate yet at the same time, clouding the area around her in shadows, as if making her stand out. Her ears were long, large slender and pointed, covered in piercings that would, in this day and age, be impossible to find. Tiny rips in her ears and tears in her tatty, aged and worn clothes indicated she had been through a lot and only gave her the beautiful appearance of mystery.

Cell watched her, engrossed in her figure. She was beautiful, yes, but not the type of beauty perfection should posses. She was the type of beautiful, as in every single one of her features were beautiful, but in the end, everything had been slapped together, as with no actual plan, just all thrown in a blender together.

Finally Sinn re-opened her huge eyes, a tiny smile on the edge of her dark lips. She knew Cell was standing on the building behind her. She knew he was there, staring at her, examining the structure of her body, the physique which she had come to posses, the assumed knowledge he thought her to posses. The deep nature of her origins... She only smiled at this.

Cell didn't hold the slightest idea as to her origins, a secret she held with her for many years, hiding it from all mortality... And even though she had watched him arrive, watched him burrow into the land, and re-emerge, a walking predator, full of pride, power and ambition, the fact remained he was unlike her. He was still... Mortal...

Cell's eyes widened as she turned around slowly, her coat parting with the winds to reveal her tight black pants with the deep blood red belt that sported the holster for her 13 century shaped sword and her long sleeved black shirt, definitely and acutely recognizable from the early centuries of European style.

The thing that caught Cell's attention, was she didn't scan the buildings looking for him, or she didn't try to hone in as if she could 'feel' a presence, no. She turned and looked directly at him, her huge eyes burning brightly as she stared straight at him, her incredible ages of wisdom evident. Cell finally smirked as his wings opened, bringing him down to her level slowly. Not even a look of impressment plastered her face, even for the briefest of moments. She didn't seem to care that he could fly. She didn't seem to care that she was staring straight at the world's apparently most dangerous creature.

"It's a bit late for a woman to be on the streets." He stated, glancing momentarily at the sky, which lay in it's darkness, a deep velvet blue with the little diamonds rendering it illuminant. Sinn chose not to speak, but rather stared straight at him, her face and emotions unreadable. She hid it all well, as if practiced to perfection for years under a subtle face.

"Your not going to talk to me? Rather rude. I wasn't going to hurt you."

"I never said you would." Her voice was heavenly and deeply accented with a cross between old French and new age Egyptian. Cell smirked. She was definitely something else.

"Are, so you do have a tongue. I was beginning to wonder." Cell stated coolly, deepening his accent for recognition, as he suddenly felt so small and so modern compared to this odd feminine specimen of mystery.

"I do have a tongue Seru, but use it, I only do when there's a reason to do so. That I find is becoming rather hard to stumble across." Her accent and her feminine voice contrasted well with her appearance, and Cell noticed a pair of pure white, slightly larger set of canine teeth as she talked with style and a cool yet flat intelligence.

"I should feel privileged then? However, I seem no more interested in conversing with you, then you, apparently do me."

"I am far from interested in talking to you Seru. the only reason I even allow myself to do such, is because it would feel such a waste if I did not."

"A waste? Pray do tell, elaborate. What do you mean by 'such a waste'?"

"I mean by this, that it would be such a waste of all that time I spent, fending off mortality and mankind from ever disturbing you whilst you slept. I mean it would be such a waste for me to of harbored anxious feelings of hopeful annihilation of mankind if I were to merely brush you off now." Cell's left eye ridge arched slightly as he listened, comprehending this young woman's words. Words which he never thought he'd hear.

"Mankind? You seem to despise them."

"I was trying to emphasize it on being obvious."

"But Mortality? I do not understand by this? You speak of mortality, life, as being nothing to you either, than pebbles in your shoe."

"Mortality is but a pebble in my shoe. Mortality as mankind is, is nothing more than a hated enemy, despised since I first became what I am before you. Enforced with powerful bonds through years of suffering, tormented and lost to the world." Cell's face fell a little flat. She was open minded and yet remained one tracked and stubborn to an extent.

"if you are not a mortal, if you are not a Genus to the Homosapien specie, than what are you?" Cell's words fell on deaf ears as he realized Sinn was staring, not at him any longer, but at the distant Eastern horizon where it was beginning to grow lighter and radiant with crimson and gold, chasing away the deep velvet blue.

"I fear I can not stay but a moment longer. But do not despise Seru. I assure you, I shall see you again. Just look for the shadows." Cell's eyes widened as the woman before him seemed to vanish into a thick black vapor before him, a deep eerie inhumane scream piercing the cities walls as the black vapor took to the skies, vanishing before it reached the rooftops.

Cell just stared as the first rays of sunlight sweeped across the street he stood on, erasing the traces that the woman, the creature he had spent the last few minutes of the night talking to, altogether. His mind raced in a chaotic frenzy of thought.

The woman had severely caught his attention and now his curiosity peaked. He longed to know this girl, her name, her origin, her specie... He longed to know her intentions and why she had been protecting him whilst he slept for four years. For a human, four years was a long time. And yet she spoke of time as nothing to her but digits on a watch or hands on a face.

'Look for that shadows? What queer riddle does she speak to me in? Look for the shadows. It sounds familiar... Oh.' Cell smirked to himself as the answer struck him heavily. His wings opened again as he vanished in a blur of speed to the deserted baron wasteland where his arena stood, prepared and maintained for the huge tournament that would sculpt the planets fate in only 9 days time...

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