It was all she could do but kill him. Knowing he would come after her
with whatever power he held within the military, she could not risk the
knowledge of the well to the Sengoku Jidai.
It was amazing, a parabolic dish set on an extremely small nuclear reactor
shielded by its fuel and powered by... none other than water. The parabolic
dish was porous and could direct the superheated steam in amazing ways. By
setting a spin to the spray it could go accurately for some distance. The
sheer sonics of the piercing stream had separated the threads in his
clothing to dust.
Kelcie laughed and smiled. This is power. She could have Inuyasha now,
whether he wanted her or not. She bounded up the emergency stairs, and she
heard many feet pounding on the steps several flights up. She covered these
with youkai-like efficiency, and surprised the security guards, aiming her
weapon at them. They froze. She didn't. Their torsos were reduced to bloody
mist as a single stream from the weapon bit through them. Someone radioed
for back-up.
"She's slaughtering us down here!" She swiped at his throat as he screamed
into the mike, staining her fingernails in blood. She grabbed his radio and
talked into it.
"More people won't help. I'm in control here. Nothing can stop me."
She jumped back into the lobby and dodged the mounted minigun turrets with
ease. Out in the street, she could hear distant helicopters. With her
youkai strength she clawed her way up the building and leapt from rooftop
to rooftop as she made her way back to the well.
Back in the Sengoku Jidai, she slung her weapon, which was beginning to overheat, onto her back. Her face was stained in blood and grit from evading the military. She doubted they would find her now, however. She was still surprised at how rapidly the choppers came. She was even more surprised at how easily the weapon could destroy them. It must be an automatic feature, she thought. Kelcie had enough for that day, and was ready for a bath. She found a stream where an eddie had cut away at the bank to provide a good swimming area. She stripped out of her blue and yellow striped jumpsuit, as she couldn't hear or smell anyone approaching, and her hearing and sense of smell were much enhanced. She then pondered about what her company would do. She knew The Boss wouldn't want to have the media know that they've created both a demon and a weapon of awesome destructive power. They would not go after her. The Fiery Typhoon needing cooling as well, and she took a bath with it. The weapon drank at the water to restore its reactor coolant and fuel. It was almost as if the weapon was alive. She could sense something different about the weapon as well. She had become very aware of auras now that she had youkai abilities, and this weapon certainly had a powerful one. It was tied to hers, somehow, and this weapon was more powerful for it. She looked at the display on the back of the Fiery Typhoon. It gave radiation readings and water pressure, which was expected. What surprised her was a glowing red measurement for something labelled "Youki." She assumed it was a type of energy, but as the readout pulsed, she could feel her heart beating with it. She then realized how the weapon was physically tied to her. It had adopted her as its master.
She got out of the water and headed to the village she had seen earlier with Andrew. All the scents surprised her, and she could hear activity from several hundred meters away, before the trees even cleared so she could see the village. She stopped suddenly. She could sense something coming quickly. She felt him before she even saw him. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" he shouted. "I'm your mate, Inuyasha." "What? You..." He smelled the air. "You smell familiar." "I should, this isn't the first time we've met." "I don't know you, and you're beginning to creep me out. If you're here for the shards, you're not getting them." This was going to be more difficult than she thought it would be; she hated to do this, but he had to be tamed.
She walked away, not even slightly miffed at what he had said. About ten meters away from him she spun around, her weapon now slung on her shoulder, hoisted up to her upper arm, hissing like a steam engine. The auto-aiming system found his thermal image. The porous parabolic dish deformed slightly, tracking him. "Inuyasha, there's one thing you have to know. Your mine." She shouted. Kelcie Joanas, aiming at the hanyou, pressed the trigger with a grin. A barely detectable ripple of air hissed through the daylight. His eyes widened, his youki pushed away. He had mere milliseconds to respond to the attack. All he did was stare. The stream struck him square in the chest, boiling away at his firerat clothing. He was thrown back, striking a tree, and fell limply at its roots. His head hung, ears drooped, blood and blisters covered his bare chest, and shreds of red cloth fluttered to the ground. She walked over to his body, lying on the base of the tree, and picked his body up in her strong arms. It was a long walk back to the well.
Back in the Sengoku Jidai, she slung her weapon, which was beginning to overheat, onto her back. Her face was stained in blood and grit from evading the military. She doubted they would find her now, however. She was still surprised at how rapidly the choppers came. She was even more surprised at how easily the weapon could destroy them. It must be an automatic feature, she thought. Kelcie had enough for that day, and was ready for a bath. She found a stream where an eddie had cut away at the bank to provide a good swimming area. She stripped out of her blue and yellow striped jumpsuit, as she couldn't hear or smell anyone approaching, and her hearing and sense of smell were much enhanced. She then pondered about what her company would do. She knew The Boss wouldn't want to have the media know that they've created both a demon and a weapon of awesome destructive power. They would not go after her. The Fiery Typhoon needing cooling as well, and she took a bath with it. The weapon drank at the water to restore its reactor coolant and fuel. It was almost as if the weapon was alive. She could sense something different about the weapon as well. She had become very aware of auras now that she had youkai abilities, and this weapon certainly had a powerful one. It was tied to hers, somehow, and this weapon was more powerful for it. She looked at the display on the back of the Fiery Typhoon. It gave radiation readings and water pressure, which was expected. What surprised her was a glowing red measurement for something labelled "Youki." She assumed it was a type of energy, but as the readout pulsed, she could feel her heart beating with it. She then realized how the weapon was physically tied to her. It had adopted her as its master.
She got out of the water and headed to the village she had seen earlier with Andrew. All the scents surprised her, and she could hear activity from several hundred meters away, before the trees even cleared so she could see the village. She stopped suddenly. She could sense something coming quickly. She felt him before she even saw him. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" he shouted. "I'm your mate, Inuyasha." "What? You..." He smelled the air. "You smell familiar." "I should, this isn't the first time we've met." "I don't know you, and you're beginning to creep me out. If you're here for the shards, you're not getting them." This was going to be more difficult than she thought it would be; she hated to do this, but he had to be tamed.
She walked away, not even slightly miffed at what he had said. About ten meters away from him she spun around, her weapon now slung on her shoulder, hoisted up to her upper arm, hissing like a steam engine. The auto-aiming system found his thermal image. The porous parabolic dish deformed slightly, tracking him. "Inuyasha, there's one thing you have to know. Your mine." She shouted. Kelcie Joanas, aiming at the hanyou, pressed the trigger with a grin. A barely detectable ripple of air hissed through the daylight. His eyes widened, his youki pushed away. He had mere milliseconds to respond to the attack. All he did was stare. The stream struck him square in the chest, boiling away at his firerat clothing. He was thrown back, striking a tree, and fell limply at its roots. His head hung, ears drooped, blood and blisters covered his bare chest, and shreds of red cloth fluttered to the ground. She walked over to his body, lying on the base of the tree, and picked his body up in her strong arms. It was a long walk back to the well.