"Gunslinger Girl" series Property of Yu Aida
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Indiscrete References copyright to likewise respective properties.
All she wanted was that fairytale picture book.
In a few short moments, the trip to the bookstore with her parents had become the worst choice in her life.
A battered car smashed through the front glass before being forcefully stopped on a counter. Masked men barged out, some bleeding.
Sirens soon came after, but not fast enough to stop the men from shoving a barrel against her and her families temples. A few others were grabbed and shoved near her at gun point.
A man grunted as she bumped into him, his dazed fingers dropping a bottle of aspirin from his grip.
"This is the police! You are surrounded! There is no escape, surrender now or we will use force!"
There was enough money in the trunk to convince the armed men otherwise. They rushed to the storefront and fired.
The hostages cowered in the back of the building as best they could.
No one didn't seem to notice the gas tank leaking on the robber's vehicle until it was too late.
Flying metal shredded everything. She screamed until her lungs bled while the shrapnel handled everything else. One sizable spear headed for her chest.
It didn't connect.
The man with the aspirin sat idly in front of her, the metal shard rammed into his back. He simply bled and popped down a few aspirins.
That was the last thing she saw before the fire consumed her old life.
Once upon a time… in a land… far… far… away…
Person With Many Aliases presents:
"Dark Knight"
A Gunslinger Girl Fanfiction
There was an undisclosed location. In that hidden kingdom lay the headquarters of the US's dark pillar of society, the facilities dedicated completely to the armament and training of the Handsome Men. Nine child-valkyries who existed solely to protect the assets of their masters.
There, in a certain warehouse converted the gymnasium use and training, a considerable gaggle of the children sat, watching intently at the two who were being prodded into sparring inside the ring.
Janie, from Handsome Purple was more than happy to obey, hoping for the chance to prove her use in Liam's eyes.
Handsome Gold seemed to be having some problems.
"But, Princess… it's only natural that people of your talents should be prepared in all situations-" Johnny began to plead. Even behind those black sunglasses of his, one could tell by that nervous smile that he was running out of options.
"But this isn't even a logical situation! What's the odds of us actually tangling with another person that's like a mechanical body? Sure there's the Italians and the Israelis, but they're on OUR side, and on the other side of the ocean!" May huffed, "Kicking the butt of an average soldier would be better!"
Johnny merely gave a once over of his child's body posture and noted the tightly crossed arms, "And your not refusing just because you don't want to wear that jumpsuit do you?"
May gave a shake of her brown hair and frowned away in another direction. The suit ended above her knees and elbows, leaving more skin exposed to the cold air than she liked.
"O-of course not! I like the color orange!"
"Get in there already, stupid!" Love from Handsome Pink shouted from her seated position, "Fight Janie already, unless you want to get owned like Danny when she fought that Horse guy!"
"Why don't you come up here and enjoy the sensation of feeling nearly naked!" Was the loud retort.
"Princess… just get in the ring already. We don't have all day…" Johnny sighed. May gave another audible harrumphs of varying sorts before getting in the ring.
"Janie! Prepare to… hmm… be utterly humiliated!"
"No way! I've got to show Liam what I can do!"
The match was surprisingly short in itself. May for the most part, won by pinning her opponent to the ground whilst chewing on her ear.
It was one of those victories that made everyone wonder how the hell May managed to get into the Handsome Men.
Liam for the most part, decided not to hold it against his Mechanical Body for the same reasons.
"May, I think you should take your training a little more seriously."
May noticed her Handler was using that "You Shut Up Now And Listen" voice
"Hey! I'll be fine!"
"You tend to mess around more in your training than the others. You need that foundation, Princess."
"Hey! I'm a super powerful soldier, or whatever! I can handle everything fine!"
"You shouldn't be saying that while kNIGHTS has somebody like Crazy Horse in their employ."
"Don't wooorry! I'm sure the rumors are just blown out of proportion! Plus, if worse comes to worse, I have my darling white knight to protect this princess, right?"
Johnny sighed, "I'll let you off for now. Just make sure your gun is cleaned and ready."
"Roger! Later!"
"So what's up for today?"
"Well, Colt's come up to the radar again. We've been tailing him with White Pearl. Apparently a member of the Union bombers wasn't at the hotel when Handsome Pink cleaned house. From our assumptions, because of the ties between the Union Seven and kNIGHTS, it's most likely the survivor went to the kNIGHTS for protection."
Mr. Superior moved to the projected screen.
"As you can see, Colt seems to be making return trips to a certain apartment complex within the city. Other pictures support the idea that the building is a safe house for their organization. We'll be attacking the building within a few days. Any questions?"
"Well, I just find this situation suspicious. Colt suddenly appears and conveniently shows us where an important building for their operation is? I smell a trap."
"True, that's why we've taken extra measures. Handsome Red will be patrolling the outside of the building, and the other two teams for the attack unit is on stand-by. Hopefully if we do this right, we should be able to take them by surprise."
It was a quiet dark night in the city. For two men and their posts outside the back door, their only counsel was the small lamp attached to the side of the wall above them.
It was rather unfortunate that nights tended to turn foul fastest when it's quiet.
They noticed out of the shadows of the alleys a 12-year-old approach them. The men noticed the eccentricity of the sight before them. A young girl wearing an dark orange duster and likewise colored cowboy hat. The clothes underneath were darker by comparison; navy blue and black, making the colors clash even harder. In one hand she held an instrument case with "Amati" branded on the side.
They watched her walk and stop in front of them and gave a sort of wide-eyed look that could make most men gush. With another hand she pulled out a sheet of paper from her coat.
"Umm… is this117 Conant Street?"
The two men looked at each other for a second before shrugging. Turning back, one of them jerked a thumb behind him. The address number was against the wall showing the address to those in the alley as well as those on the street. It showed the correct location.
"Really! Thanks!"
Without another word, the girl swung her case into the face of the sentry on her right, snapping his neck and launching him through the air. The other looked in shock and began to reach for his gun, before the girl launched a foot into his chest, crumpling the rips and impaling the organs. His death was just about as immediate as the last.
May reached into her coat and took out a wire and pulled it to her ear and mouth.
"This is Handsome Gold. I found the correct address."
"Any trouble?"
"Actually not really. They didn't even make a noise."
"I see. This is a Solo operation, May, so take care of yourself. We'll keep you patched in, so keep your radio on."
"Bah, why couldn't you come, Johnny? You're so mean, leaving your princess to fend for herself."
"Don't worry, I'm sure I'd just get in your way."
"If you say so. I'm going ahead though."
"Good luck."
When no more was said, May crouched and opened up her Amati case on the floor.
A stock was unfolded, a magazine was tapped and inserted.
She rose, an AKS-74U, in her arms, the miniaturized brother to the 47 ready to serve.
It was simple enough matter to kick down the door. The hard part was trying to find the right person to kill. If she was right, the last Bomber was probably in the center of the building. There probably was a man in charge of the building as well.
And this building was a wreck. Everything was sagged with decay, sizable holes ate through the wood flooring, and entire walls were knocked down. Furniture was covered in tarps or made of crates.
If May had known any better, the place might have looked like a Crack house out of a movie.
She methodically moved forwards, ignoring the creaking floorboards underneath her.
The peace ended when she found a trio of men with guns sitting around a TV. There was no way past them.
The sounds of her gunning them down echoed throughout the building. May hissed in annoyance but pressed on. Soon enough a man or two with guns started to appear out of the corners of her eyes are various intervals. Each time she either gave them a slip or gave them a compliment of lead.
It was starting to wear on her supplies, though.
May suddenly stopped, when the corridor suddenly emptied out into one simply very large room. In fact it was HUGE. The ceiling was practically gouged out, leaving a small perimeter ring. It looked almost like some sort Foyer…
"Yo, Gunslinger Girl." Colt muttered from behind.
May swirled around, bringing her rifle to bear. The shadowy figure in the black duster of his own, merely lashed out with an outstretched foot, knocking her backwards, and letting several rounds split the floor between them. Dropping the large suitcase that was in his hand, kNIGHTS enforcer continued his to hand assault, never letting the younger girl have the chance to point her weapon, always slapping it to the side, while a fist crashed into the side of her head.
While her vision swam, May finally got back far enough point her AK at the man's chest. She opened up, but Colt merely jumped to the side, and let several round bark in front of him while he gripped the muzzle of her gun.
Another deft motion suddenly found May flipping through the air and painfully flipping unto her back, her own weapon suddenly pointed at her eye.
OhmygodohmygodohmygodI'mgonnadie-
"Bang." May's would-be killer merely uttered. Behind him, two men approached.
"Good job! Good job, Crazy Horse! You actually beat her!" One of them cheered while clapping. He was immensely lean and stringed with tattooed muscles. The only thing that covered his chest was a white coat that should have been better used on a businessman. His pants and spit shined leather shoes also said as much. Next to him was an elderly man in a black suit.
"It was a simple enough matter. It doesn't look like she knows how to do CQC." Colt muttered as he walked back to his suit case, May's gun in one hand, and a bottle of aspirin in the other. He let the gun clatter to the floor as he collected his black brief.
Men seemed to crawl out of the shadows with their assault rifles. Men even ringed the remains the floor above, gaining the height advantage over May.
"So, you're totally screwed girl! How does it feel to be trapped finally? Not even your stupid metal body of yours can't stand up to this sort of fire! Totally trapped, bitch!"
May mentally conceded that point in her head. Even if she did put up a fight, she didn't have much outside of her sidearm.
"Hey, Colt! You wanna finish her off? You're the one who got her."
"…Sure…" Colt took a few steps forwards, until his the toe of his shoe was stepping on May's rifle on the ground. "Just a question."
"Yeah?"
"Outside of these men, how many guys are left?"
"I left a few guys around to keep an eye out. Most of the guys are here, though."
"That's very good."
Colt suddenly kicked the Kalashnikov across the floor. May's instinct told her to catch it as it came into here grasp.
"-What the-"
At the same time, Colt's suitcase fell apart, revealing a stubby M4A1 which he pulled into his grasp.
May went for the guys on the floor, Colt aimed at the men above.
In a moment, bodies dropped everywhere in the confusion, while the two suited men backed away. There was a silence as the remaining held fire, unsure what the do.
"W-What the hell, Colt? When the hell did you turn on us?"
"I'm not. I'm still under employ of kNIGHTS. I'm just pruning."
"What!"
"You've made bad use of your time here, Dragon. You've done nothing but embezzle funds from us. I also have this letter here… summing up to say… 'Upgrade me to lieutenant, or I'll will blackmail you.' kNIGHTS doesn't like you anymore. We've liquidated and redirected your assets. All that's left is to send someone to ensure silence."
"F-Fucker!"
"That's right…" Colt couldn't help but grin, "You're fucked!"
"Kill them both!" Dragon managed to shout before he ran. Colt and May fired in tandem, but the old man in the suit got in the way, bullets shredding through him. By then, the other men around them had gotten their beads and retaliated.
May managed to fire what she could, despite the lead that began to impact against her body-
"Let's go!"
-before something suddenly rushed by, picking her up by the back of her coat while the two of them rushed down the corridor, avoiding fire as much as they could.
"What the hell is wrong with you! You're the sworn enemy of the Handsome Men! I could kill you right now!" May shrieked at her 'sworn enemy'. May had a few decent holes in her, but she didn't seem to notice. Colt himself merely spat out some blood that began to collect in his mouth before he shrugged from where he sat.
"You can't kill me. If either of us die, we'll probably be outnumbered."
"S-so! I've got plenty of friends outside!"
"They're not going to come in time. The only thing left is to kill Dragon, then kill each other."
"Tch…" May snorted, as she squeezed some blood out of her soaked coat, "How did you know we were going to come anyways?"
"You don't think I'd just walk around in the open air in daylight for no reason?"
"Anyways, let's clean up this mess." Colt finished, rising to his feet with help of his gun. May noted the blood that was running in rivulets out of his back.
"Hey… doesn't that hurt? Your normal after all."
"…that's a subjective word… and I've got a high enough pain tolerance." Colt replied, before heading out, stepping over his black blood.
This sucks! Why am I even putting up with him! May continued to wrath in her head.
Like any well trained team, the two of them swept down the corridor. With two pairs of eyes everywhere now, the two easily picked out targets as they arrived.
They finally arrived to a T-Junction that seemed heavily guarded by a makeshift roadblock and a few Uzis.
May queried the situation, This seems to be it… "You seem to be having fun…" She also deadpanned, watching Colt smile at the sound the wood splintering around them.
"Not really fun… more like… amusing. Should I share a story while we wait for them to get bored shooting?" May's impromptu guardian sneered, before firing a single shot around the corner, eliciting more fire.
May sort of gaped at the hypocrisy.
"Anyways, being with you reminds me of a time when I was in Europe. This was before I was hired by kNIGHTS… man, I wish I could smoke about now… either way…"
Colt fired another round down the hall. It sounded like it hit somebody's head this time. More gunfire.
"Either way, that time I was hired by some chick who worked for some underground society called Soldats. She hired me to kill some girl who was trying to kill some other girls… or something like that, the details aren't clear. But fighting her was fucking fun. She used knives, and I all I had at the time was a Single Action Army. The true test to see which was better, a sharp knife or a sharp shooter?"
"Who won?" May hesitantly questioned.
"She did. She managed to stick a knife in my spine at last minute, but I did managed to give her a lung shot. Of course the moment that happened, somebody tried to finish us off, so we had to save each other. That seems to keep happening to me, I'm on the brink of death, and then I'm suddenly called to save my life. Heh. Took me a quite a few months to rehabilitate my ability even to move a toe."
"…You're really weird."
"Sounds like they're bored."
Apparently, what Colt meant by bored was that they had just taken out the long magazines of their Uzis whilst reloading. They didn't even have a moment to draw a side arm.
With the last obstacle out of the way, the barged through the door at the end, revealing Dragon's makeshift office-
"Die!"
Which also turned into a momentary fallout shelter from a grenade that was hurled through the air.
"SHIT!"
-Flying metal shredded everything. She screamed until her lungs bled while the shrapnel handled everything else. One sizable spear headed for her chest.
It didn't connect.
The man with the aspirin sat idly in front of her, the metal shard rammed into his back. He simply bled and popped down a few aspirins.-
"…That… fucking hurt…"
It couldn't be…
From behind his burning desk, Dragon finally emerged, and saw Colt's slumped form by the doorway. "Got you!"
Crazy Horse's form slid to the side, revealing a tear-stained May, AK pointed at Dragon's chest.
"Stay still! I got to bind this!"
"…This sounds like a God-damned drama."
"Shut up and let me help you! … Geez, you're a mess…"
"Occupational hazard… why are you doing this again?"
"…do you ever remember going to a bookstore?"
"Which one?"
"A bunch of robbers holed up there…and… just, did you ever go to a bookstore where that happened?"
"Well?"
"…Possibly."
Glass crinkled.
"W-where are you going?"
"My job's done… ow… gotta go before your friends arrive…"
"W-wait! I have to kill you!"
The slide was pulled back; cross hairs were aimed on the man.
"Well?"
A shaking gun.
"…I see… well, until we meet again."
The black figure slipped out of the window. She didn't do anything.
Later that night, Princess May avoided her white knight and her friends as she hid on the roof, looking up at the stars, ignoring the wounds that needed treatment.
It couldn't be…
I don't want it to be…
Why…is it him…?
She cried.
My, My, What Colors these knights come in these days! And she lived Happily ever after?
Dark Knight: End
A/N: I feel certain vibes of corniness from this… but I planned this one anyways, so I shouldn't complain. Enjoy!
