Ducking behind a dumpster, Marie sought out the last place she been since leaving Mobius, the jail. Stealthily sneaking about, pressing up against a wall, she spotted the prison, dark and glum, and entered, approaching the guard who shocked her the day before.
"...forty-three... forty-four..." he whispered in his sleep. Oddly, he wasn't aware of her missing from her cell, far too busy counting sheep.
"How easy..." she muttered, snatching his key carefully. She paced around in discontent at the abused prisoners, pushing the key into each lock, releasing the people in there. As the heavy barred doors creaked open, she gestured with her hands for all of them to escape. Less than twenty minutes later, the cells were emptied, and Marie yelled at the guard, "Wake-up!"
"...huh, what?" the guard snorted, scrambling to his feet. He looked around to see who'd called him, only to find nothing.
"...what the hell... no more booze before duty." he began walking up and down the cells calming, half asleep, that is, until he noticed the vacant cells.
"Whu-what! Oh my god Kresant's gonna kill me... unless..." the guard ran back to his desk and pressed a button, yelling into it, "...Raid! The prisoners are escaping!"
Marie crept up behind, materializing two beam swords, she leapt up and stabbed into his back. The shocking weapons sunk through his skin, though never piercing the flesh, it still caused a surge of pain. As he passed out, she leaned against the wall, saying "Now let's see Kresant sneak up on me!"
At that moment alarms blared, red lights beaming through the jail. By the unconscious heap, a radio lay, left on, it said "... Escape alert triggered, Corey... Corey? Hello? What in blazes..."
She took the device, coldly talking into the box, "Save yourself the trouble and send Kresant, unless if you want this prison destroyed!"
"...who is this...?"
"That doesn't matter, just send him"
"...She wants you..." Raid informed a shadow behind him on the other side of the line. He'd cut the connection to speak with this person.
"...Then it'll be me she has..."
While she idly waited, Marie crossed her arms, ignoring the annoying sound of the alarms; she impatiently leaned against the wall. Meanwhile, the prisoners reached the gates of the prison, alarms blaring. There, guards stood waiting for them with weapons in hand.
"I suggest you go back in..." one threatened.
"No..." A young Kitsune stood up to the line. "We've had enough of your prison. Sitting and waiting for death behind small metal bars. I'm not going back without a fight."
Back in the jail, Marie tapped her finger upon her crossed arms, even though she was uncertain whether or not she would win, she was eager to avenge May, enraged at the thought that even in her afterlife she had to suffer, just because of Kresant. The room's door flung open, a shadowy figure in the center of it, she prepared to fight this being, both swords ready to go, but as this figure walked in she noticed it had a Kitsune's form.
"He...help... me..." It started forward, and fell, a young male Kitsune who seemed to be really badly bruised.
"?" Marie gasped, crouching down beside him. For that moment, her rage ceased, replaced with worry and the usual desire to help those in need. Reaching in her shawl, she fetched a vial of water, and held it to him. Helping him sit up, she said "Drink this, it's healing waters..."
He drank up and let out a small sigh.
"...Thank you..." he said as his vision began to return, "...You're so kind. Hey you're the girl that let us out... me and all the others... I'm sorry that we didn't make it." he began explaining, "...The guards were waiting for us, you see. Right at the gates. We would've been turned right back to here, if it wasn't for that one boy with the two tails... He had to be one of the best fighters of us all, but even he had his limits. I protected him and told him to get out of the place, and that was the last I saw of him... I hope he made it out."
Suddenly this person was lifted into the air by complete nothingness, gasping for breath, he was tossed into a cell, and the switch near Marie pulled all at once.
"I believe you called for me... young traveler..."
Her eyes dilated, glaring at the force. A silhouette of a dark figure, wrapped in an illusional entity.
"Your cloaking can't fool a dreamer's eyes!" she said, materializing her two swords "I have a score ta' settle with you!"
"...A score...?" he asked. "... but young warrior, I don't even know your name..."
"Marie!" she yelled at him, gritting her teeth "And I'm getting revenge for May! Even in her afterlife she can't rest peacefully because of you!"
"May... so this is about that little devil child..." he uncloaked himself revealing his true form. A black cloak surrounded his body and he held a sword in his right hand.
"...May needed to learn her place." he said. "...And if you're on her side, looks like you do as well."
He lunged at her slowly, as she easily dodged. Afterwards he remained in this position for a few seconds. Marie accelerated towards him at a nearly impossible speed, slashing several times as a counterattack. Before he could react, she backed away to get some distance, resuming defensive stance. The hedgehog seemed to stagger a bit from the damage, and then his form began to shift and fade. While Marie stood in confusion from this, he snuck behind her and startled her with a kick on the back.
"You'll have to be a lot faster than that, ms. traveler..."
Her body flew a bit from the blow, maneuvering herself through the air, she landed on her two feet, and came at him again, firing bursts of water magic at him. He just stood there taking the bursts head on, his body pushed back but his legs keeping his balance. After each water ball hit him he brushed the access water off of his suit.
"Come on… is that all you've got...?"
"Grrrrrr" she growled, slashing him rapidly again using a combination of bursts, and this time some levitation skills she used to make debris fly at him too. She was throwing at him everything she could. It was a sudden burst of anger that caught him off guard. His eyes widened as he dodged the slashes just barely and was hit fairly often by rocks and other such objects. After a moment of dodging, Marie finally hit. As he got away and staggered a bit, rubbing the area where he was hit "...what... no blood?" he asked Marie. "What… are you playing games with me?"
He stood and pulled out his second blade, a small dagger. "I don't like playing games..."
The child of water glared at him, obviously he never understood her code of not killing, however, and she cared little about that. She advanced again with full force, of course, he had yet to see her ultimate attack, and she was only hitting him with a barrage of smaller attacks. Kresant again stood waiting; as she got closer he began to crouch. He leapt above her and tossed his second knife down at her head, which was deflected. As he heard the clang of his dagger on the floor he turned around to see Marie rubbing her head.
"...I see you have a rather hard head, traveler..."
"Ouchies!" Mare whined, rubbing her sore scalp. She took little time to recover, as she decided to summon up her only deadly attack, the sacred infusion. With a deep breath, water appeared from her body, swirling in a typhoon, placing herself in the center, swords materialized. Maneuvering the typhoon, it was aimed at Kresant, too large to miss its target. It came at him not only with the force and pressure of thousands of gallons of water, but with the combined energy force of Marie's spirit, magic, and life energy, into one giant burst.
The typhoon hit him, driving him straight into the wall with a loud SLAM and a bit of muffled gargling. As the wave began to flow off the wall, Marie could see Kresant's unconscious body on the floor. She felt that her job was done. "...You look tired..." His voice called out to her. "That's too bad..." He appeared to her side and delivered a strong slam to her chest to knock her onto the floor. "I cannot be hit physically while cloaked... It would be wise to remember that before you try that ever again..." Marie didn't respond. "...Stand up. Don't tell me a warrior as strong as you can't take a simple hit like that."
She winced, forcing herself up. Unknowingly to him, she used every tiny last bit of strength her body had, and a blow to the chest was rather critical. Bending over, she let out a gasp, but forced herself to look up at him, and try to fight somehow. Holding out her ram, she materialized some power in her hand, only to have it flicker out. She tried again, getting the same results. Kresant began to laugh at her attempts. A melodramatic laugh as he held his hand to his forehead above Marie. As he began to run out of air, he said, "I was waiting for you to eventually find my weak points young traveler." He took in a bit of air. "But instead I've found yours." He kicked her again, right in the chest. "...I expected a challenge from a dream traveler, like another of your kind gave me. I guess I've overestimated you."
She let out a painful scream, some odd phenomenon coming. A sudden white light consumed her, seeming to make her glow. A pure energy, it seemed to cause immense pain to her attacker, possibly nearly subduing him. As Marie weakly forced herself to her feet, she noticed the glow, and asked "Wh-what's happening?" but soon the glow left, before it could have a chance at killing Kresant. At that moment, she felt all strength leave, and she felt numb, falling over on the ground.
"...pathetic." He said as he turned his back on her. He walked toward the switch he pulled, and released it.
"..how does that feel, Mr. runaway?" he directed his voice toward the fox he'd tossed into the cell. "...Maybe next time, you'll think twice before trying to escape. Kei..."
The Kitsune just sat there. Limp and unable to feel his body after a good 40 minutes worth of shocking. Kresant took the unconscious Marie and tossed her into the same cell, then began toward the door.
"...Oh yes, and don't page me unless it's something important, Dream Traveler..." He turned off the room's light.