Note- Sorry for the wait, but I just recently received FF XI. Oh the joys of being a mithra… If I had an X-box I would be playing DoA all the time… But I don't… sniffle
I think I've picked up Kurmoi's habit of writing short chapters... Blast!
Chapter 3:
The place was filled with drunks and cigarette smoke. It wasn't the ideal environment she was looking for, but it had to do. She had traveled nonstop across the country, destroying anything in her path, and now she rested in this shit hole.
The booth she sat in was lumpy and smelled of urine, if she smelled like it later; she would personally burn the place down. Just take it easy and rest… You don't have to spend the night here, just an hour or so… Damn my body hurts…
At this time of night nothing else was open, so this place had been her only choice. Plus, everyone was just dumb enough to leave her at alone and without hassle. That's right… Just ignore the girl in the corner with the cloak…
Some drunks made began fighting at the bar and she couldn't help but sigh, "I swear if I have to kill all of them it would be too easy…" The fight was soon joined by other drunks and the place soon erupted into chaos. Should've known I couldn't have a quiet night…
Standing, she and began to make her way through the violent crowd. With each step her body protested with aches and pains. I know I know…
Many people were being pushed about and one unlucky bystander was thrown into her, only to be flipped back into the crowd, toppling a good couple of people. In the motion the hood of her cloak fell off to reveal the lavender hair that was hiding beneath it.
"That's it! All I wanted to do was rest, god damn it, but no! I can't even do that!" Throwing her cloak off, Ayane jumped into the fray; knocking down and separating fighters. "All of you suck!"
When she reached the middle she encountered the source of the problem, a large trucker who had by far too much to drink. Ayane made quick work of the smaller men around them and then turned her attention back to him.
"Well…" The word slurred, "Look at this little doll! Thinks she… Thinks she can fight!" The smelly figure staggered towards her, "You're not fighting the right way, though! This is how ya fight!" A burly arm came flying at her, giving her no choice but to break it in reflex. The man howled in pain and stumbled backwards.
"Gee, did that hurt? How about this!" Her heel crashed into his skull, a loud crack emitting from it. The man went limp as blood drained out of his nostrils and pooled onto the floor. A waitress screamed for the police and others went running,
"Sweet mother of…" the bar tender cried, pulling a shotgun from behind the bar and aiming for Ayane, "Murderer, you killed him! Get out!" Ayane took no heed to the bartenders weapon as she wiped blood from her shoe with the dead mans flannel shirt.
"One person dies and you all get worked up… I doubt I'm the only one here who's killed someone…" Ayane turned a smirk onto the shaking man as she picked up her cloak, "This place reeks of death and many other things… Does it scare you so much that I didn't need a weapon to kill him?"
"Out I said! Out!" The gun stood ready, shaking in the man's hands.
"Whatever…" Ayane made her way to the door that lead to the dingy alley outside. All around people cleared the way and once she was outside the door latched shut behind her.
Broken glass crunched beneath her feet as she looked for a suitable place to sleep. Yes, she had been sleeping outside, dozing for only a few moments at a time. Technically, she had a free hotel room waiting for her in any hotel. Any DOA fighter always received free service during tournaments.
The only thing was that she couldn't risk staying there. All of her past activities had made it dangerous to walk about the tournament grounds until a fight started. She had to keep a low profile until she found Genra, or Omega as he was called now…
A familiar ache rose in her chest but she quickly suppressed it. Feelings were dangerous at the moment. She just had to keep walking on and forget about them.
But it hurt… A lot…
The turn her life had taken was making her sick. She had taken up her old habit of killing innocent people… Ayane felt dirty, like some common killer… But the thing that bothered her most was that she didn't even hesitate… She never wasted a thought on whether to kill or not…
And so her life went now. Night after night she walked down different streets and slept in different gutters. Sometimes she would have to steal food and her clothes were filthy. She missed having a home to go to… She missed…
No… Don't even think about him…
Ayane closed her eyes and continued down the dark alley.
Something's are best to be forgotten… Even if it tears you up from the inside out…