All right, this one is kinda bizarre. It's set in the time frame after men have blown themselves up, and people live in clans, fending for themselves. Ya know, Mad Max style. (If you haven't seen those movies, go see 'em. They rock! Mel Gibson stars.)
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Chapter One:
With a little luckā¦
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"Kagome, over here! We've cornered one!"
Kagome Higurashi tucked a stray strand of raven hair behind her ear and wiped a bead of perspiration from her forehead. She gazed down at the mangled features of a man.
"Sango, there's nothing we can do. It's too late."
"Are you sure? I mean, a good shot of ether then a quick jump-start should do it."
Shaking her head at her assistant, Kagome gave her a sad smile and wearily got to her feet.
"Hey, just a sec, I'm coming!" she called over to the first speaker, a man named Miroku.
"Well, hurry! It's wild!"
Kagome jogged over to where a circle of men were crowded around the crumbling ruins of a wooden shack. They all held primitive fire-arms at the ready, squatting back on their heels, the butt of their guns held snug to the shoulder.
'Where is it? You better not be joking, or I'll kill you! I'm so tired, it's not even funny. I've been on duty all day, and I need a break." Kagome scowled at Miroku, whose serious look brought her joking up short.
"It's in the hut. Be careful, it's wounded, alone, and most of its clan has been killed. It's insane! It got Kazuto, and dragged him in there. Yeah, we got his head back as a present. I would leave it, but we really need a specimen. We'll cover your retreat if you get in trouble, but I'm serious, be careful."
His violet eyes throwing her a worried look, he cocked his gun and settled back, aiming at the door of the groaning shack.
"Look, you don't have to if you don't want to. I'm sure Kikyo would understand. We'll just get another one. One that's less hostile."
"No, I can do it- but I'm done after this."
"Fine. Go ahead."
Kagome set her supply bag down on the ground, and stuck her hands in her pocket. She began to walk towards the hut, slowly and quietly. As she got closer, she noticed a rumbling, gurgling sound coming from it. Through the rough planks of the wood, she saw a flash of white. She kept walking. Reaching the door to the hut, she took a deep breath and put her hand on the crude handle. A deep growl resonated from the interior. She breathed again, and threw open the door.
