CYBER CITY OEDO 808
FILE FOUR : DEATH ANGEL
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Death's Head - Disclaimer thingie time. I do not own Cyber City OEDO 808, nor the characters from it. They're owned by Jyozou Mutuki and Yoshiaki Kawajiri. This story is a complete work of fiction, from the depths of my own warped and twisted imagination. Enjoy.
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PROLOGUE :
Nobuo Segawa cursed loudly as he stepped into the elevator. Thanks to an eight car pile up on one of the super highways encircling Oedo, he was late. Late on a night he promised his partner he wouldn't be. He muttered curses under his breath as the elevator doors opened onto the penthouse level of the building.
As he entered, he noticed the opened window. He was about to call out to his wife, when he smelled it. The smell of Death. Instinctively, he drew his pistol from under his coat, and leaned against the wall. His heart started to beat faster, just as a slight shake affected his hands, almost making him drop his weapon. As he struggled to hold his weapon, he could hear the sound. A wheezing, gasping type of sound, which came from the bedroom area. The sound sent shivers down his spine. To him, it didn't sound.... Human.
Nobuo stopped and forced himself to calm down. He was a Commander of the OEDO Police force. He was positive he could sort this out himself. REAL police, doing police work. Not like that damned Hasegawa, and his 'project'. Getting violent and extremely dangerous criminals, out of prison on a special suspended sentence, and having them become Cyber Police officers, made Nobuo violently sick in the stomach. Criminals deserved to be behind bars, not roaming the streets, armed and wearing police badges.
He shook his head, and leaned close to the edge of the wall. He cautiously looked around the side, and saw the bedroom door. His eyes widened when he saw the five claw marks on it's surface. He ran down the corridor and stopped outside the bedroom door. His heart started to beat faster again. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then touched the panel. The door opened and he leaped in, gun drawn and pointing.
The weapon fell from his hand, forgotten as Nobuo saw the occupant of the room. His beloved wife, had been nailed to a crucifix placed in the middle of the room, her eyes removed and part of her face had been torn off completely. From her neck to her lower abdomen, had been savagely cut open, her organs spilling onto the floor.
Nobuo couldn't take his eyes off her, not even when the gasping wheeze echoed all around him. He did feel the pain as a blade slashed across his chest, waking him. He stumbled and fell towards the floor, rolling and grabbing his pistol. He was in the corridor and his weapon was pointed on a dark, shadowy figure. The figure didn't move, the bladed weapon had disappeared. Nobuo snarled.
"You filthy piece of trash! How dare you come into my house and... ACK!!"
Nobuo was sent crashing into the wall on the far side of the penthouse, he fell limply to the ground. He staggered to his knees as the figure walked slowly out of the room. Nobuo grasped his pistol and tried to raise it, but the figure had a weapon of his own out as well. With a snap of it's arm, the figure had use it's whip like weapon to cut Nobuo's arm off. The monofilament whip slid back into the handle of the weapon. Nobuo screamed in agony, as blood poured from the wound. He looked at the figure, anger and hatred on his face.
"Who the Hell are you?!? Why are you doing this?!?"
The figure walked slowly towards him, another weapon in it's hand. A scythe. Nobuo's eyes widened as the scythe was raised.
"I am merely doing my job. As to my name, like all of my chosen, you have the pleasure of knowing it, before I send you to my realm. I am Azrael."
The scythe slashed down, severing Nobuo in half, spraying blood over the wall. Azrael pressed a button and the scythe slid back into the compact weapon he had. He hid it within his cloak. Azrael then wrote a passage on the wall behind Nobuo's lifeless corpse.
"All of the unclean, will be met by me. Sent to the Halls of Judgement, where I will cast sentence on them. The innocent will be sent to Nirvana, whilst the guilty will be sent to Stygia. That is the way of all things. That is the way of Azrael."
Azrael turned and walked towards the open window. As he stepped to the edge, he looked back at his work and smiled.
"My holy crusade has just begun."
Azrael leaped out of the window, and disappeared into the night.
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Death's Head - This is a different type of story I usually write. My other main pieces of work, here on FanFiction.Net, haven't been as dark as this one (Have a look at my other stories, and you'll see what I mean, yes?). I wrote this one, because I'm a fan of the series, and for some reason this anime really appealed to me. It is a rather old one now, only three episodes unfortunately, but if you can find a copy of it, do so. It is awesome. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this story, as much as others (and hopefully you as well :) )found my other stories enjoyable. R&R please.