Chapter: Killer Que-stion Answered
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"Dark hair, pale. He's in Oldale, its south of the Packer estate. Move quickly." Norman ended the call before the voice on the other end could respond.
He crossed his arms and glared at the passing trees outside his window. The conference was still fresh in his mind as he returned to Petalburg. The neglected road jostled the car preventing him from sleeping. Though he didn't really feel the need to do so. Sean Iscariot had officially made it personal. He readjusted his coat and melted into the black leather. The conference kept running through his head and despite himself, a smile inched onto his face.
"Beautiful name, huh?"
He popped open a bottle of honey colored liquid. He took a swig and balanced it on his knee. A small cough caught him by surprise when he choked down the drink. Everything from that handshake had went downhill and it made him convulse with laughter. That fucking hand shake had surprised him. He expected that from an opposing politician not some horny teenager. Which meant that Iscariot was probably trained by some opposing politician. He took another drink. The car bounced, interrupting his second swig, he wiped away the stream of whiskey that escaped his lips. Condolences! A truly maddening laugh caught him only to be stopped short when the bottle popped him on his knee when the car hit a rough patch of road.
"What the fuck does that little bastard know?" He screamed to the car. "Huh!"
He could see the two pokégirls in the front seat look at each other. Fucking let them, he could just level-five them and they wouldn't be able to remember how to use a toilet. They knew it too, so they wouldn't say anything except amongst themselves. And who the fuck gave a shit about servant's gossip?
The car phone started ringing. Norman picked it up and sat back with a swig. "What."
"Mr. Lane," asked a cold voice.
He was immediately sitting back up and adjusting his jacket. The cork was mashed back into the bottle. Panic sobered him quickly. "To what do I owe the pleasure, sir?"
"A killer queen attacking UFP territory? This is not the time for these things to happen Mr. Lane," the voice said.
Norman searched the bar in front of him for answers. All he found were chalices and the pokéballs of his security team. He dried his chin on his shoulder. "I'll be meeting with Mr. Packer during the conference. We will discuss why he had such a dangerous weapon on his land."
The line was quiet for a moment before a second voice came through with more clarity then the first. It was an computer trying to imitate a small boy. "We recovered a transcript of a phone call made by the al-Sabah home earlier this week. It suggests that they were the ones who sent the killer queen to the area north of Oldale. We have been unable to find any evidence about how the killer queen entered the Island however. That will be your job."
"That just substitute's one SEELE member for another," Norman said. A depressive laugh escaped him.
The original voice returned, "Which is why you will not be pursuing your extra projects about the Iscariot boy from this point forward. This demands your full attention from now on, are we clear?"
"What?" Norman sat up in his seat. "Sir, I-"
"Mr. Lane," the voice added stiffly. Norman stopped talking. The voice didn't let himself be interrupted. "Constantinople has fallen. I gave you Nicaea because I believed you could be our Alexios should the time come. The time has come. Do not allow yourself the same checkered history."
The phone went dead. Norman held the phone up to his ear longer then he had too. The bar called to him and soon enough the whiskey was back in his hands. His throat burnt but he kept drinking. A grunt of pain racked him. The trees continued to flash past the windows while Norman stared forward. The car bounced but it barely moved him from his spot in the black leather.
Another round of ringing filled the car, Norman sighed. "Yes?"
"Sir?" It was his investigator, the one he had told not to fly to close to sun. "I've found something."
Norman's eyes still didn't focus, he put the bottle to his lips again, "About?"
"I took another look at the list of drugs the boy was given. I missed one. Puellamine."
Norman squinted, "Puellamine? What does that do to a human?"
"It's a mental suppressant. They use it on métis with dark type ancestry to make them more susceptible to telepathy and interrogation. Most of the extra medication I mentioned earlier could be used to mask the side effects of the drug. I'd hate to see what it did to this kid's liver though. I have also been unable to find any record of him coming through Slateport, he's probably from within Hoenn."
Norman blocked him out after interrogation. The drug was more commonly used on pokégirls in high doses to induce feraldom rapidly. The investigator must have failed to mention that because he was focused on Iscariot. He blinked. What if that was targeted at Ruri and not the boy?
"There's something else, sir. I also looked over the tapes again and found something even more interesting." Icarus rolled the 'or' in 'more' to emphasize it.
"How interesting?" Norman asked. His tone was not one of excitement or curiosity; it was threatening.
"A couple of days before the boy was admitted, a domestic was brought in. Records are bare but her admittance coincides with the Cactus sinking." He paused before resuming in a voice that betrayed a vicious grin, "She had black hair and blue eyes. A couple days later you disappeared and most of the tapes were erased by order of the hospital director. However, he missed the cameras in the stores around the hospital though. Those cameras saw you walk towards the hospital but not past it. With Mrs. Lane. Twice."
He could picture the individual teeth of Icarus' smile against the phone and it disgusted him. Norman was actually fond of the man for the very same reason that he now utterly disliked him. However, Icarus had outlived his usefulness. He took a deep breath. "I have to apologize; your skills in investigation are a truly magnificent thing that belays a sense of mysticism. Most lack the patience and attention to detail to do your work, something I myself am guilty of, and having employed you for a number of years, I can see how pompous I could have sounded when I didn't appreciate your skills before this moment."
"Um." Icarus paused. "No offense taken?"
Convinced that Icarus was too distracted dissecting what he said, Norman hung up. He had been ignored and now Icarus would have to fall into the ocean. He dialed another number.
A few kilometers away in Petalburg, Icarus put the phone down and tried to process what had happened. He was about to ask for a raise to keep the information secret. Norman knew he was loyal to the cause. He wouldn't betray him or the UFP! Why the hell had Norman been so polite? That wasn't like him. Usually he made some obscure threat that referenced some mythology or ancient history. A voice cut came from above him.
"Understood, eliminating target."
He followed the sound to the ceiling and the shape hanging there. It was definably female and pitch black against the ceiling. It grew wings and descended on him. The last thing Icarus saw were her coal black eyes and the white skull mark on her forehead.
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"So what are we going to do about a healer?" Ruri peeled her head off my chest.
I could feel the dirt under my ass turning to mud but my legs were too tired to do anything about it. Ruri pulled my hands into hers and found a more comfortable spot in my lap while her tail waved lazily off to the side. She kept grinding into me and I could feel her claws lightly tracing out all of the lines of my palms.
"She'll stay," I said. The street was still clear despite the sun climbing ever higher. Ruri finally rested my hands on her stomach and looked up at me.
"Yeah?" she asked, eyes shining despite the shadows of her bangs.
"Yeah," I said.
"How," Her eyes narrowed, she reached up a gentle hand and ran her claws along my jaw, tracing it until she reached the tape that held the eye patch over my eye, "do you know?"
Her claw caught my chin drawing me into her lips. I pulled her closer so she could feel my recovering member press into her back. She pulled out of the kiss.
"What kind of read do you have on her?" I asked.
She glanced up at the wooden shingles above and even put a sharp nail to the top of her lips to accentuate the thought. "Pinkie? Just some gullible nurse joy. She likes to heal people and has the helpful personality to match. She is very skilled in close combat but she's too nice. She's not like us."
She savored saying 'not like us,' letting the words out like a grape offered up to eat.
"That can be a good thing. It's nice to have variety," I said. A counter balance to Ruri at any rate. It wasn't healthy just letting myself wallow in hedonism no matter what the drive was. Savanna could be the super-ego to Ruri's id.
She smirked, "Using Pinkie to help you fake a moral center?"
I stopped staring at the dirt and refocused on Ruri. I enjoyed her magnificent blue eyes that didn't belong on such a twisted person. She really was quite smart. The words came out on their own. "I think I'm in love."
Her eyes flashed in surprise, I moved forward only to be stopped by her hand on my chest. We stared at each other, much too close to feel so far away. Conflict was running rampant through her eyes, she started pulling away from me. It was two steps forward, one step back. Her lips quivered.
"Why wouldn't you be?" she finally asked.
She regained her composure much faster than I did and ran her claws over my jaw again. Blue eyes dared me forward without a trace of the hesitation. It was because of stuff like that. Another furious battle of the tongues ensued. I moved my hand up her dress, she pulled back.
"We have to focus. Pinkie?" she asked.
I clenched my eyes shut, "When did you realize that you needed to move out of your parent's house?"
"The Academy is a boarding school. I saw them during the summers and over Christmas," she said.
That was interesting.
"Let me tell you how their conversation probably went. Angie's blindsided because, according to her father and that hospital executive, Savanna had this little declaration about a month ago or something."
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Earlier in the morning, Savanna and Angie watched Sean and Ruri leave the room. The door swung shut and latched back together, Savanna sat back on the bed. While Angie watched the door, a tense silence hung in the air. Savanna tapped the bed and pulled her legs into a crossed position. Angie didn't turn around until the two black haired teens finally left the building. Savanna pulled at the sheets while Angie watched the doors. The gentle hum of the machine kept buzzing in the small room.
"What color are his eyes?" Angie finally asked.
Savanna looked up from the bed and processed the thought. "Blue, uh, ish."
Angie still didn't turn around, "Grey. Well, except for his right eye. The yellow was brought out more when I healed it. It'll make it easier to remember next time."
Savanna flinched and glanced at the shelves dotted with various pokéballs studying the rivets that kept it from falling apart.
"Does he have siblings?"
Savanna didn't look at her mother, she kept trying to count the holes in the shelf. Silence reigned. Finally, she answered, "I've known him two days, Mom."
"Probably had sex once or twice too, other than the blowjob you gave him in our shower."
"How did you?" Savanna nearly jumped off the bed. She settled back into the scratchy sheets, a harder look on her face. "Yeah, so?"
Still not reacting or moving, Angie searched the grey plastic door and its silver door latches. Her arms stayed crossed over the armored plating. "Starting to feel it yet? That he's knows what's best? The butterflies when he asks you to do something?"
Savanna rolled her eyes. "He's smart. A little inexperienced and he froze up the first time but he can make a plan."
"So it begins. You never forget your first Tamer. Good" A bitter laugh escaped Angie but she didn't move in the slightest, "or bad."
Her armor and hair were almost completely black. Savanna could see the pink fracture lines only because she was her daughter and had stared at them for ages. She shook her head when she spotted the illusive streaks of pink under the abyss of her mother's hair. She started biting her finger nails while Angie stared at the grey door and the grey tiles and the grey paint.
"Come home while you still can. It's just an alpha bond, you can get over it." Angie whispered, she actually turned her head to look at her daughter with one eye.
"He already owns me Mom!" Savanna said, pushing off the bed. It was tense for a moment until she took a deep breath. She relaxed and settled back onto the bed but her voice was strained to stay even. "You watched him catch me, you told him to do it."
"You think Jack can't fix that?" Angie turned back to the door. "The hospital director can get that overturned. He's just as connected as any gym leader. He'll listen to your Father."
"I want to go with him," she said resolutely and studied the large machine to her left. It was the size of a car with a flat glass top to fit a six pokéballs and a screen waiting for its instructions. She looked back at Angie. "I am going with him."
Angie finally completely twisted around, "But why! What changed?"
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Ruri settled back into my chest, she grabbed my hands again and contented herself with tracing my palm again. Her hair smelled like cinnamon.
"Remember how Savanna tamed with her Aunt?" I asked.
"Yeah." Ruri forced a laugh. "It's amazing what pokésluts do to stay sane. I can't imagine getting tied up by my aunt. Why the hell she decided to stay with her family, I have no idea. She should have been given to a ranch. Or to the hospital, it was right there."
I closed my fists, trapping her fingers, "Maybe she had something to hide."
Ruri stared up at me, calculating and drifting her eyes up and down. Finally, she pulled her fingers out of mine and threw her head back into my chest with a thump. The smell of cinnamon was shoved back up my nose.
"Maybe," she spat, digging her claws into my knees, "she didn't want them to be killed trying to be something they're not."
"Maybe," I captured her hands and held them to the dirt. We shifted positions so that I was sitting up a little straighter, "she had some self-control and didn't dodge every other question."
She twisted her neck, smacking mine with her bob. I stared into those pools alternating over her red nose with my one good eye. Her lips were pursed, her tongue running along her sharp teeth just behind them. The dirt below her tail started to crack as the flame dried out all of the water.
"So why is Pinkie staying?" she asked. The charge in the air dissipated.
I sighed and let go of her hands. She was still hiding something from me. Petalburg, Ruri's home town was the next stop, maybe I'd find something there. She settled them on her lap, leaving my hands to float uselessly. I stared down at her hair and ignored how shiny and perfect it looked. Well, while she was sitting on my lap I decided to fight back. My hands contented themselves with running up and down her calves. Ruri only reseated herself so she could rub a certain part of me.
"Well," I whispered in her ear, "Aunt Chains is pregnant. And not very far along either. She probably only realized about a month or two ago."
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Savanna ignored her Mother's watering eyes. Her own eyes started to burn, she looked at the machine examining every corner possible. "I can't just stay home all the time. I have a chance here."
"Why do listen to her more than your own mother?"
Savanna choked down a sob, "Why do you always bring Jasmine up?"
"Because she put you up to this, I have no idea why this one boy is so important," Angie said.
"That's why you don't like Sean?" Savanna still didn't look at her but her voice carried accusation.
"I don't like him because he's a liar. I choked down that Pallet Town bullshit because of Jasmine but what if he's worse than the tamers here?"
Savanna finally looked at her, "How!"
Tears streaming from both of their eyes, they just studied each other. Another gallon of tears welled up from her eyes, Angie looked away. "I have to worry, I'm your mother."
"Every pokégirl has to leave Mom, you know that," Savanna whispered.
"I thought I avoided it. I thought we might actually be different." Their conversation was getting lower, Angie sucked in her lower lip so she could keep her voice form cracking. "When you fought the urges with Olivia. I thought maybe you'd find a local boy that we could-"
"She doesn't have time for me anymore," Savanna said in a low voice.
Angie's head whipped up but her eyes softened quickly, "Honey-"
"No!" Savanna shook her head furiously. "I can't burden her!"
"You're not a-"
"I am!" Savanna hung her head and dropped her voice to a whisper. "I always thought Olivia hated me."
Angie made a move to interrupt, Savanna cut her off, screaming into her lap, "Let me finish! She always avoided me when I was a pokékit."
"A child!" Angie screamed, throwing her hand down.
A bitter laugh escaped Savanna. "Don't pretend Mom. When she helped me with the urges. I was happy because I knew she cared but-"
The tears finally made her gasp, Angie moved forward and enveloped her in a hung. She petted her hair and held her daughter close not saying a word. Savanna hiccupped.
"She had to keep stopping because she didn't feel well and-"
Angie kept holding her, but just hearing her child mumble into her chest was enough. She sighed, "I think I know."
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"So you're betting that Pinkie doesn't want to burden her pregnant Aunt?"
My fingers brushed the fabric of her dress, Ruri took a deep breath. My fingers danced back to her knees in punishment.
"Yeah," I answered. "She's questioning if she still belongs in that house. I bet she's also asking why she's still hanging around her home and not leaving the nest, so to speak."
"How do you figure?"
"Gut feeling." I shrugged. My quick assumption was that it was like any post-high school age teenager. "Didn't you just say that she should have been given away? Savanna's situation is unusual right?"
She snickered, "You have a no idea. I've heard of pokégirls getting passed down the family but never of a pokégirl taming with an Aunt that lives in the same house."
My nose crinkled, both of those points were interesting.
Around the corner, the screeching of thunder pierced the morning calm.
We both flinched at the sudden noise and stared around the corner. The store next to the pokémart was just being opened. A male and a catgirl were pushing the metal grate up. The store was trashed, the wrought iron bars across the front of the windows hadn't saved the glass and disaster area beyond lacked a single part of the store untouched. Seeing the destruction inside, the man stayed completely still while the cat-girl ran inside.
I pushed Ruri off my lap and started walking towards the store. I think Ruri bitched about it but I wasn't really paying attention. The store was a siren calling to me.
Where did I recognize that from? It felt familiar and I had crossed the street before I knew it. The cat girl pushed a shelf upright, carefully stepping around the cans and jars that were all over the floor. It was dark except for a ray of light poking through the ceiling. The beam of light highlighted a random pile of junk completely missing the real centerpiece of the room, a corpse splayed out over the sales-counter. She was pretty and with half her face covered by thick black hair only the blood that covered her cheek revealed that anything was wrong.
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I gaped up at the ceiling as my right eye screamed in my head. It was agony. The gun slipped out of my hand as I rolled over and gently touched the outline of my eye socket. The pain really started gushing out of my right eye. I clenched my eyes shut and felt a steady stream of tears start to flow out of my right eye. I tried to suppress the pain in silence but it wasn't working. I realized that I wasn't crying, it was blood flowing down my cheeks. A high pitched whistling sound flew towards me, the sheet metal that protected the display windows shook as if whacked with a baseball bat and the window cracked, all at the same time.
"FUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAACCKKKKK!" I screamed. I clutched at my eye and screamed until my throat hurt. I slammed my head into the floor then I did it again except with more force. Then even harder until finally, I cracked my head hard enough that it took my mind off the pain in my eye. I huddled into a ball and started rocking back and forth, repeatedly cussing in an endless mantra. It felt like it was everywhere, like someone had drilled into my head and was jostling the drill around.
Two more whistles screeched closer and the metal snapped twice under the force of two bullet dents. The glass finally shattered. I had to get past the pain and I could have if it would just stop for a moment!
The memory of Wanc's office and the killer queen entry both flashed in my mind, 'The mind of the killer queen is one of the strongest minds on the planet through sheer force of will. Trying to forcibly invade the mind of a killer queen is a very risky and dangerous endeavor, which usually leaves the psychic Pokégirl clutching her head in agony-'
Force of will. I had to have force of will to get past this. I had to have force of will so that no one would get inside my head. I sucked in a deep breath. Force of will. Force of will. Force of will. Force of will. I just kept repeating it over and over as I cradled my head in my hand. I had to work past it! I had to get past the agony that felt like wasps stinging me in my eye socket over and over. My eye pulsed again in a wave. I dug my fingers tighter into my brow and tried to focus on that. My fingers were shaking as I tried to push them into my skull. The searing pain stayed as blood seeped under my palm.
I screamed into the floor until my throat burnt again.
Brute forcing my way through with will power wasn't working. Breath, I had to breath. I had to take my mind off the pain and focus on something else. Inhal 4, hol 4, exhal 4. Stumbling to my feet, I found the pistol and held onto it. The blood on my palm making the handle slick. The roof was out of reach and the rifle was now where to be seen. I looked around for my attacker.
Her body sprawled out on the counter. She was missing the right side of her face with only her long black hair to preserve any pretense of normalcy. I clutched at my broken eye and had to pull back immediately. My fingers were covered in even more blood, I closed my left one in an experiment. I couldn't see anything. A mirror was nowhere to be found but it was safe to say my eye was not in the best shape. I sucked in a deep breath and opened the pistol. With a few shakes, the spent casing fell out and I inserted a new one. I had nine more shots of pistol.
Inhal 4, hol 4, exhal 4. I tried to get my breathing under control but it was taking more effort than it should have. I had to get out of this store and the most efficient way was through the barred front door and that was blocked by the metal shutter. I stumbled over to it and bent down, the shutter was locked in place on the other side. The most efficient way to leave was not possible. I punched the ground and walked back to the counter. Think. Think. All I felt was the pain coming from where my eye was supposed to be. I kicked the corpse to vent then glanced up at the hole in the ceiling. There was one way in.
I walked over and stared at the hole in the ceiling. It was above the one place in the store where there wasn't a shelf to climb up. I growled and paced back to the counter then stared up at the ceiling and the dim light filtering in. It was just like the wall back on the obstacle course; all I had to do was hit it and kick up. I charged forward, jumped off the edge of the counter, kicked off the wall and grabbed onto the wooden support post above me.
My fingers dug into the grain, straining and stinging.
Then my grip failed and I fell back on the counter; my legs wobbled under me and I collapsed to my hands and knees. I punched the wood and scanned the room. A ladder, I needed a ladder, the closest thing was a shelf. I stalked over and kicked the closest one as hard as I could. Cans and bottles clattered to the floor. I picked it up and threw it against the wall. My chances of success were much greater now; I got back on the counter; charged forward and kicked off the edge of the counter. The shelf gave me another foot of height.
I wrapped my arms around the wooden beam and hung on. It felt like I was going to break my arm. The momentum of the jump gave me a precious few inches. Swinging my legs forward, I pulled myself up on the backswing. The hole was just above me and only at chest height. I crawled out of the store like an ant emerging from its destroyed home.
The roofing shingles gave way and suddenly I was falling.
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I blinked and touched the bandage over my right eye. The cloth felt weird, I could only feel the edges of it touching my skin but nothing close to my eye. It was like nothing was there. I pressed the center and felt the bulge of my eye but not my finger pressing down. Thank god. At least it was in one piece. The killer queen was splayed out over the counter, you couldn't even tell she was missing her face.
"What the hell happened in there?" Ruri asked, appearing right beside me. "Did you forget to shut your store down?"
The man pulled his head out of his hands and looked at Ruri. He kept a blank look on his face then looked at me to respond. "No, somehow the attackers got into my store."
Ruri narrowed her eyes at the man, who kept staring at me like I was the one who had spoken.
She tried again, speaking slower. "Maybe they got in through the hole in the roof."
The guy looked at Ruri again; then he addressed me. "Probably, my lock was intact."
I glanced back at Ruri, she was grinding her teeth and glaring at the man but didn't say anything. I looked back at her. "I'll let you hit him once, not in the face."
"Pokégirls can't hit humans," the store owner said. He scowled at me but I wasn't paying attention to him.
Ruri kept glaring but didn't raise her fist. Beyond us, a group of people walked out of the town hall and down the street. They were dressed in blue fatigues, a mix of rust colored furries, Jennies and males. The furries further stood out with a lack of boots and strange looking feet. At that moment, they were all talking to each other and giggling. Perhaps I shouldn't have agitated this guy.
I gave him a cocky smile and looked back into the store, "They managed well enough."
He followed my finger to the killer queen. "And now she's dead, there's a lesson in that."
His gaze flickered on Ruri for a moment. The smile fell off my face. He was going to regret threatening her.
"How about I-" The group of police started walking towards the store, still laughing and chatting with each other. Only the occasional blue haired Jenny stole glances and let their smiles fade. I let the threat idle in my throat. "Leave you to clean your store."
Ruri was walking back towards the alley before I turned around. The shop owner growled under his breath as the group of police officers approached. We were already in the alley and walking deeper into the maze of buildings. The chorus of police moved past the entrance and kept on walking. I stole a look over my shoulder and whipped my head back before one of the Jennies could turn her head. The whiplash jogged something in my mind.
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The Garand bounced on the ground as I came face to face with a tiara perched on black hair and a very angry looking little girl. She couldn't have been more than 4 and half feet tall, shorter than Ruri and Ruri was short as hell. She looked young probably not older than eight or nine. Her hands were perched on her hips and she was dressed up in a red dominatrix outfit, complete with heels. It was like looking at the sluttiest child's Halloween costume in existence. She even had a childish scowl that looked more endearing than scary.
She jabbed me in the chest with her outstretched hand. "I'd like my daughter back please."
"Huh?" I asked.
The little girl scowled and suddenly a whip appeared in her hand. "I'm asking nicely because you killed that traitor. Don't make me ask again."
She seemed a few fries short of a happy meal. I smiled as best as I could. "Listen, little girl. I don't think you're even old enough to have a period. So why don't you just go back to the pokécenter and let me…"
"Shut up!" she screamed. She certainly had the ear-wrecking screech down. It made my eardrums itch. After recoiling, my jaw snapped shut and an annoyed grimace crossed my face. She was disrespectful for a little kid, actually what the hell was she doing outside in that outfit? I scanned her clothes again but focused enough that I saw the pores of the leather; it wasn't a costume or at least it was a very expensive costume. Either way, it wasn't something a kid should have worn. What if she was being held by some pedophile and had escaped just in the confusion?
Didn't want that thought.
My stomach turned, I had actually made myself a little sick. She tapped her foot again and glared, "kneel!"
I stared at her and shook my head, I really didn't want to chase that thought any further. She was obviously traumatized somehow, she needed to be supported. I took a knee so I could communicate with her on her level, "Listen little girl. I don't know what kind of shit you've seen but I don't think you should-"
"Hand me the pokéball!" She stomped her foot, screaming at such high a pitch that she made me wince again. I felt some pity for her, it dragged a sigh out of me. Maybe if she held the pokéball, she'd trust that I could handle this. After all, they must have taught children here to think of tamers as admirable or something. I reached for the pokéball at my belt.
Then my mind finally caught up with my body. Why was I on my knees? I should've been standing to portray a more domineering presence? She needed to be cleared out of the street so I could find my team. The entry on killer queen's flashed in my head.
'In appearance they may change dramatically or not at all. For this reason, magic and poison that would change her body in some way are very ineffective. Her tastes in clothing changes as well. While she is still obsessed with leather. …thinks herself above flaunting herself in a lewd manner, teasing manner. She absolutely adores jewelry, especially crowns and tiaras. It is very rare to find any killer queen without some sort of semi-precious stones on her'
She had an emerald on that tiara. I kept moving my hand towards my belt. My hand hovered over the belt for a small second. Then I went for the Garand.
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I blinked, my head swam, Ruri put her hand on my shoulder and my legs failed me. I stumbled into the wooden wall, clawing my nails into the blackened wood so I could stay on my feet. I could feel the memories swimming in my brain but I couldn't see them.
"Sean!" Ruri moved in front of me and helped me sit down in the muck and dirt. Heh, she did have a caring side. It was written all over her face and her blue eyes that contrasted so well with her red skin.
I looked up at her and asked, "What the fuck happened last night?"
Satisfied that I wasn't going to fall over, she put her hands on her hips and took a deep breath.
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BOOM! BOOM!
Ruri and Savanna were both in the alley listening to the rifle fire off. Not a word was spoken between them as they were stuck in their own thoughts. Ruri was leaning against the side of the building and gazing out into the main street. Savanna kept herself in the alley, kneeling in the dirt to mope about all the ferals dying and how she couldn't save them. Another shot rang out signaling the end of yet another hostile cunt. Ruri poked her head out into the street to watch the corpse fall to the ground. A smile crossed her face, Savanna frowned.
"Why does Master have to hurt all the innocent pokégirls?" She cried into her arms.
Ruri sighed at the idiocy Sean had forced her to put up with and kept watching the street for any signs of trouble. The crying didn't cease; Ruri shook her head.
A flare went off above them, illuminating the town in an eerie red. She looked above her and then out into the street, nothing was moving. Not even the pile of bodies slumped against the gate. The Tamer and his amachop were gazing into the sky stupidly. An eerie silence hung in the air until the gunshots rang out. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! She focused on the gate again, nothing had pushed its way through. She stepped out into the alley.
A hand clamped down on her wrist, Savanna was clutching onto her for dear life, "Master said we need to stay in the alley. I can't think for myself! I need you to protect me!"
Ruri backhanded her, "Get a hold of yourself!"
Savanna stayed crumpled on the ground bawling her eyes out, "I can't! I'm a stupid, irrational idiot who can't get in my thick skull…"
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"Ruri."
"What?" She didn't even feign innocence. After a silent stare off, she groaned. "Fine."
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A cracking sound burst the air followed by a booming sound.
That had been the eleventh time that sound had reverberated through the air. It dragged a sigh out of her. When she had heard that a killer queen was going to attack, she thought it would have been more exciting than standing in an alley. After all, it was a killer queen! Hoenn required that you register every dominatrix with the league. People needed a psych evaluation or a very high government connection to evolve it into a killer queen. Jail time was the punishment if a person didn't make their dominatrix wear an everstone! So far all she had done was sit in the alley and listen to that rifle fire.
The other defenders had reinforced their positions with the various trash cans or bags. The tamer in the front row had created a very large defense reinforced by a green dumpster. The tamer with the large arms had to settle for something a little more modest. Her alley was wide open despite Savanna's protests. Ruri was confident she could fight off some low level scum without even trying. Besides, that would have made it boring and she preferred maneuverability to a dead end. There was also some spite at her 'tamer;' she wasn't going to just blindly follow his orders simply because he had one good idea. Unlike someone deeper in the alley, who had simply obeyed without question.
Ruri folded my arms and glanced at the rose haired girl in the alley with her. She was crouched down and staring at the ground. She understood why she needed the nurse joy and it was a relief that her 'master' at least understood the risk she was putting herself in fighting pokégirls. If only she wasn't such a stereotypically nurse joy, so full of concern and compassion. Worse, she was too stupid to know that such feelings were weakness. She was so delusional she probably thought of those things as strength. Nothing like her and Sean. Ruri inched her head out into the main street and studied the pile of bodies crumpled at the gate. Pinkie could never do something like that.
A small smile started inching on her face; she licked her lips. Such precision and accuracy, he wasn't much in a fist fight but his marksmanship was topnotch. He had such accuracy in the middle of the night. All of the boys at The Academy had barely hit their targets in broad daylight. They were of the thought that their pokégirls would do all the work for them. And they wondered why she had no interest in them. At least Sean felt guilty about his weakness in close quarters and had redeemable qualities. She took a tentative step forward to get a better look at his work.
"We need to stay in the alley," Savanna scolded.
A cracking sound burst the air but the same deafening boom didn't follow it. It seemed further away. There wasn't a new body on the pile. The last shot hadn't actually hit anything.
"Something's wrong." Ruri slapped her hand away and backed fully onto the main street. The roof of the pokémart was too far away to see what was happening. Savanna took another step forward to scold her some more. Ruri glared at her. "Perhaps you shouldn't just blindly follow every order."
"You heard the plan. We-." Savanna was interrupted by the sound of the ground collapsing.
Both of them turned their heads towards the back of the alley where two pair of antlers were poking out of the dirt. A mane of white hair followed and then the entire pokégirl wormed her way out of the ground. They stared at the new addition numbly until the pokégirl had pulled herself out of the hole completely. She had the lower body of a worm. Ruri's educated mind quickly identified it as gusanita: a weak tropical ground type.
She summoned an ember in her hand and threw it. It hit the girl in the chest washing over her, she screamed and swiped at the flames. It was too late though, another head poked its head out of the hole below her. Ruri loaded up another ember and threw again. If she could keep them in the hole then she could beat them without breaking a sweat. Before the attack landed, the worm-girl stepped forward and blocked the attack with her body.
Gunshots started going off in every direction, behind her, to her left, and from atop the pokémart. She whipped her head around trying to put some order to the chaos. The tamer across the street was fumbling with his pistol while he tried to push the green dumpster out of the way. It wasn't budging because it was wedged in place by a trash bag. In the alleys closest to the gate, pokégirls were already climbing into the street.
Ruri ran forward, scooping a trash bag out of the can as she did. Juking past the flaming worm girl, she hit a reptilian girl in the face with the bag. It disintegrated, throwing trash all over and splatting the pokégirl in the face with a strange gunk. It fell back into the hole it had crawled out of. Ruri threw a fireball in for extra measure and rained burning shrapnel onto the pokégirls still crawling within. "Pinkie. Plug this hole!"
Savanna immediately grabbed another bag of trash and threw it down the hole. Ruri set it on fire as well and ran back to face the mouth of the alley.
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I squinted at the wall across from me. I was unsure if I should have taken her comments as praise or as a condemnation. Ruri noticed I wasn't listening and stopped recounting her experiences.
"What?" she asked, completely unaffected by the fact she had been insulting me moments before.
"Spite? You decided not to reinforce your position out of spite?" I asked.
She huffed. "What? If you want a yes-girl ask for Pinkie's opinion."
She had a fair point. She was my number 2 so she had an obligation to present a different opinion. I'm pretty sure I had told her that too.
"So these gusanitas dug multiple holes huh?" I asked. Feeling better, I pushed off the dirt and dusted off my hands. The smell of the dirt dragged another memory out of my head.
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The smell of disturbed earth caught the wind, I turned my head and found a pile of it thrown against a dumpster. Movement caught the periphery of my eye and I saw a small yellow girl caught in a vice. She was struggling valiantly but losing. The creature that had hold of her was obviously female, going by her chest, but had the lower body of a worm. A mop of dirty white hair kept slinging dirt with very shake of her head and, of the four horns on her head, two looked like blades and the others resembled antlers. She was definitely the strangest pokégirl I had seen thus far.
Little yellow arms swatted at the air and begged for mercy but the little worm girl had her arms locked around the even smaller girl's neck and her breast were so large that I couldn't see the yellow girl's head. I adjusted the rifle in my hands, the familiar sight of the open bolt dragged a sigh out of me. I patted down the bandolier and found only the top remaining. Those were the special bullets.
I loaded my last clip into the Garand and let the bolt slide back as quietly as possible. It still made all kinds of annoying racket but the worm girl didn't look at me. A growl of annoyance escaped and I pulled out the pistol and leveled it at the yellow girl's head. There was no way I was going to let her back in my head. My jaw tightened, she had invaded my mind. I had suffered another fucking invasion of my thoughts. Why wasn't I strong enough to resist it? Was I really that weak? Did I really lack the force of will?
The little yellow arms were starting to become less animated. At least the little worm girl looked happy. The last bit of dirt had been flung out of her white hair. She continued to smile and jerk the little yellow girl around. Why the hell did the woman say that I had impressive mental resistance? Were human's really that weak? Or was it a fluke?
The killer queen had no listed enhancements that provided mental protection. Were mental powers simply not quantified? But if they were, then humans weren't that weak, I was. And the best way to strengthen myself was to practice. Then I would need a psychic type. The tip of the barrel moved over to the worm girl's head. Despite shaking side to side, it presented an easy shot. Then again, no one could know about my little secret, I kept it buried. Having a psychic who knew the extent of my affliction meant she might expose me. If not on purpose then in a slip of the tongue. It was best not to risk it.
The iron sight moved onto the psychic.
She was capable of influencing and steering my experience. Something told me that she didn't have a tamer. Though, why was she being attacked by the worm girl? Was she a traitor? Did she want revenge? She would be easier to turn than a domina. However, she had fucked with my head. In the long term she was more useful to my goals than the domina as well. I could use a psychic to assault my mind and figure out a better defense to psychic intrusion. Perhaps my judgment was being clouded by my libido and the idea of a bondage pokégirl. However, a psychic would not unite Savanna and Ruri to the extent that such a dominant pokégirl would. After all, a killer queen's unevolved form, this domina, would naturally be antagonistic and domineering. Something the psychic could probably not achieve without mentally compromising the team.
Ultimately, it came down between my interest and those of the group. I pulled the trigger.
Click.
I sighed. The handgun seriously sucked.
With a flip of my wrist, I opened the top break and put in a fresh bullet. I kept another in my left hand and aimed the gun again. Hands firm on the gun, I lined up her head. Bang. 8 bullets left. The worm girl took a moment to register that her arms were now shattered beyond any repair. She had just began the scream as I followed her head dip and pulled the trigger. Pop. 7. My ears were ringing as the worm girl crumpled and I lowered the hand gun.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
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I clutched my head against the building and sighed. Damn. So they were going to dig under the walls anyway? Then why open all of the gates or is that how they got in in the first place?
"You know, it's actually a little too smart for a feral. These walls are usually really deep too so they shouldn't have been able to dig under them," Ruri contemplated on her own.
Either way, they got around the wall. It was probably a backup plan in case their mole didn't open the gates or their mole had dug in beforehand. "So what happened next? I remember seeing a little girl in a tiara. Was that the Killer Queen or-"
"Well after we fought off those pokégirls-" Ruri interrupted.
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Ruri ducked under a punch and kicked the feral in the ribs. A squall of pain erupted out of the girl's muzzle when Ruri delivered the coup de grace, an ember at the back of the mouse girl's head. The screams sent a thrill up her spine. Then a pain erupted in her back as another pokégirls flailing wing hit her. Rolling with the blow she ran forward to get distance. As she turned back, a bimbo was lunging at her. She clawed the ground and got out of the way. Its back was now exposed and she used her claws to swipe at it. It mirrored her earlier move and ran away; right into Savanna's waiting kick. Ruri arched her back and stole a quick glance at her surroundings.
The alleyway across from her was wide open, the wall had fallen in the chaos of the fight. It was decorated with a few other corpses of pokégirls. In the center, a bloodied amachop was clutching at its stomach and bleeding all over the white hair of the gusanita corpse at her feet. Her Tamer, his muscles were clearly visible among the frailer looking pokégirls, had three more bodies arrayed around his corpse. The pokégirls they had failed to kill were charging forward: a cutiepie, a jigglyslut, a trixie and a boobisaur.
The cutiepie was in the front. Ruri readied an ember and threw it. It went down clutching at her face and was trampled underfoot by the other three. The trixie charged with a sloppy right haymaker. She took a step back and let the punch pass in front of her. It had overextended and exposed its ribs. She delivered a punch and a satisfying crunch signaled some broken ribs. It screamed and pulled its arm into protect its flank. With an ember in her hand, Ruri grabbed the back of its head and let the fireball engulf it. It fell screaming to the ground. The jigglyslut attacked, body low to sweep her legs from under her. Ruri stepped into its attack and kneed it in the face. She felt the bitch's nose squish like a grape on her skin and the rest of the girl bounced back out the alley, its breed's natural elasticity kicking in. The boobisaur barely dodged hits compatriot and stumbled. It fell to the dirt and ripped the skin off of its face, only stopping in front of her. She didn't give it time to recover, it raised its bloody face just in time for her to kick it in the face. Its neck snapped audibly. Ruri finished the jigglyslut with an ember and turned back to the trixie. It was just rising to its feet again. Ruri kicked the back of her head and smashed it against the wall.
Something screeched above her. She leapt back and dodged a pidgy that fell out of the sky. It collapsed to its knees as it freely rotating joints gave out. She struck and wrapped her hands around its throat and pressed her claws around the stupid bitch's spine. She smiled when she felt her claws enter its flesh and the outline of its spine became more distinct. Then she ripped out of a chunk of skin, making sure her claws went through the bundles of nerves between the vertebras. The pidgy stopped moving.
Ruri heaved with every breath and wiped away the trail of blood from her nose. Behind her, the snap of a bone brought her attention to the other occupant of the alley. Savanna batted an arm out of her face and kept the pressure on a salalexis' neck. Ruri watched the struggle and surveyed the three bodies at Savanna's feet. Their chests were still moving but they were unconscious. Ruri looked down at her own six kills and noted the burn marks and lack of breathing. Finally, the body went limp in Savanna's arm and she let the salalexis down gently.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She demanded.
"They can be captured and given to ranches," Savanna said. She looked disgusted at the corpses around Ruri's feet.
"Oh? Do you have any pokéballs on you?"
"Sean can come back later," Savanna said trying to keep the venom out of her voice.
Ruri kicked the mouse girl, "Titmouse: common. That'll buy a large drink at a shop."
She pointed to the other two bodies to her right that had wings instead of arms, "Pidgy: common. That'll buy you a coffee at a café."
Ruri turned to the body behind her, it vaguely resembled her. It was scaled, it had a tail, her general body shape and height; the only difference was that the girl was bald and green. One of her first kills of the night. Her voice didn't even slightly waver, "Salalexis: common. A cheap pair of shoes."
Savanna glared at her and took a deep breath. She simply shrugged and turned back to the alley, "It's quiet. I think we finally held them all off. We should find Sean. His plan failed, we need to make sure he isn't dead."
A figure loomed behind Savanna. By the time Ruri looked back, her harem sister was falling forward with her hair trailing behind her. She readied an ember in her hands and focused on the new enemy: a furred pokégirl. Ruri pulled her arm back; then Savanna was back up.
Flowing behind the red kitsune, she delivered a blow to its ribs causing them to snap. As the kitsune recoiled and tried to protect its flank, Savanna snapped its arm at the joint. Ruri let the ember die in her hand. It screamed as Savanna twisted the broken arm behind its back. A green glow emanated from her arm 'healing' the joint in an odd angle. Using the new leverage point, Savanna rammed its head into the wall, knocking it out cold.
Ruri nodded her head appreciatively as Savanna bundled her hair back up into a bun. She was tempted to clap. Savanna simply held her hair in place and went about looking for the hair stick that had fallen out. Neither of them spoke until she had crafted her hair back to its proper position.
"Neurotic much?" Ruri teased.
"Shut up."
A single gunshot rang out on the other side of town. Both of them turned towards it, "Sean!"
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"Wait, wait. I think I remember this part."
Ruri looked peeved that I interrupted her.
I kept moving my hand towards my belt. My hand hovered over the belt for a small second. Then I went for the Garand.
"I, uh, I was, uh…"
Why did I go for the Garand and not the pistol? Actually, how did I get to the alleyway from the store? There was a yellow pokégirl; where did the pokégirl come from?
She jabbed me in the chest with her outstretched hand, "I'd like my daughter back please."
"Huh?" I asked.
The little girl scowled and suddenly a whip appeared in her hand, "I'm asking nicely because you killed that traitor. Don't make me ask again."
Wasn't the girl in the store the killer queen? Or maybe I did something else between the store and the alley? It wasn't coming to me no matter how much I tried to figure out how I got to that alley.
"So you don't remember this part," Ruri interrupted.
"No, I-" I said. Yeah, I was getting nothing no matter how hard I tried to remember. "So where'd you find me anyway? Did you find me?"
Ruri nodded and turned on her heels. She started walking deeper into the maze of buildings as I dusted off my pants. After a couple of corners and Ruri mumbling to herself, we came to an intersection of passages.
She pointed at the dirt. "This is where we found you and the Killer Queen."
Off to the side of an alley there was a spot in the dirt. It looked almost like mud but it was much too dark to be water. I walked around it until the shine of the sun caught it and illuminated it in red. It was a giant puddle of dried blood. I bent down and then studied the surroundings.
I struggled against the whip around my neck, feeling the leather snake around, tighter and tighter. Fog rolled into my vision blocking out my peripherals and crawling in. A little girl's voice whispered, "How do you like it?"
Something was stabbing my chest, twisting and piercing deeper and deeper into the soft tissue underneath my ribs. Against my fading eyes, I could see a red high heel on my chest. I followed skinny little legs to the little black haired girl holding the whip around my neck. I tried to summon a witty retort but I was getting so light headed I couldn't muster anything.
"Sean!" someone yelled.
The pressure on my neck increased tenfold, the black hair of the girl faded into mist.
"What happened after I passed out?"
Ruri locked her jaw and glared at me. I think I interrupted her.
"As I was saying-" she seethed.
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"Sean!"
The little girl stepped on Sean's body, putting all of her weight into his chest. The stiletto heels went through the soft flesh easily enough. She twisted it and giggled when his breathing started coming in bloody gasps. His swollen features made him hard to recognize. Whip marks covered his body and had savaged his shirt until it was barely a sleeveless vest. When she backed away, her heel was covered in blood. His ribs were flailing with every ragged breath he took and much of skin was either exsanguinated white or bruised purple.
The killer queen, decked out in red, had her whip curled around his neck. She lifted him up and stole a few more punches before Ruri and Savanna could reach them. They snapped more ribs with every blow; she was deceptively strong and his body swung with every blow like a punching bag. With a flip of her wrist, the whip came unfurled and chucked his body toward Savanna and Ruri.
Ruri was in the lead and almost slipped trying to stop. Sean's body knocked her off her feet and caused her to tear most of the skin off her calves. He was unconscious and she didn't have time to be gentle. She pushed him off of her by rolled him onto its face. Ruri bit her lip and spared him a second glance. She charged ahead, "Heal him!"
Without a word, Savanna hovered over him and took her place. The killer queen watched her charge with bemusement. She readied an ember, planted her foot and threw it. The queen didn't even flinch, letting the ball of fire wash over her. Not even a moment passed before the flames revealed an unblemished killer queen. She flipped her hair over her shoulder to signal the complete irrelevancy of the attack. The charamanda stayed where she was and watched the smaller girl with apprehension.
A stand-off reigned as Savanna kept pressing green energy into Sean. Ruri spared a look at them and her opponent seized the opportunity. The leather whip circled around her neck and lifted her up and her world threatened to turn to black. More childish giggling engulfed the town. She readied an ember and held it up to the whip. With an annoyed grimace, not unlike a five-year-old angry at her toys, the killer queen threw her into the wall. The wooden panels cracked and she fell onto the dumpsters. Her beaten form rolled off the edge and landed on her back, right in front of the killer queen. Spasms racked her body as her throat tried to rip itself apart. She looked up just in time for the stiletto heel to press against her chest. The queen smiled.
Before the queen could put any force into it, Ruri twisted her knee and her ankle. It sent the queen stumbling away which quickly became a dance as the queen laughed it off. She spun around and around joyfully mimicking a little kid. Ruri kept clutching at her chest, trying to get her spasms under control.
Finally, the queen stopped spinning and giggled airily. She started advancing again, coiling her whip behind her and painting patterns in the dirt. Ruri glanced around and found a steel pipe sticking out from under the dumpster. She crawled over to it and hid her intent as the queen advanced. The whip flashed and her arm started bleeding. She bit her lip and didn't scream. The blows continued to rain.
Finally, the queen stood over her. The stiletto heel came down in the exact same spot. The queen grinned in triumph and twisted her heel. Ruri bit her lip again as the burning sensation amplified until finally she felt the blood starting to flow. Still she kept her hand around the pipe and didn't swing, she wouldn't reach the girl from her spot. In an instant, she couldn't breathe and what little breath she had saved had vanished. The queen giggled again as her vision started to fade. She swung the metal pipe.
Immediately, the queen stopped the blow without even a thought. They fought over the weapon, yanking it back and forth, but the queen was too strong and her strength was fading fast. The queen's face was flushed and her smile was becoming euphoric. It was disgusting. Finally, the queen bent down and brushed her face. Ruri tried to shake her head out of her grasp but the queen simply pressed her heel in further. She stopped fighting her after the second time and endured the queen petting her. However, she wasn't going to let her win so easily; she tilted her head back and started collecting spit and phlegm.
Once she had enough, she spit it all into her eye. The queen recoiled in disgust and swiped at her eyes constantly howling. Ruri collapsed.
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She rubbed the back of her head as she explained what had happened. Her voice cracked slightly. "I, uh, I wasn't really conscious for the rest of it."
She retreated to a faraway place. Clearly she was hurting but when I reached a hand out, she batted it away.
"I'm fine!" she snapped.
"Not really a fan of letting people help you?" I asked.
"I can take care of myself. Thank you very little," she said.
I held my hands up and stayed where I was. I glanced up at the sky to give her some space and relieve the awkwardness. Another memory hit me upside the head.
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The moon was finally peeking out from the clouds. The stars above were twinkling brighter then I had ever seen, it was like looking up at a planetarium screen. It must have been winter because everything felt really cold, there wasn't a bit of warmth anywhere. It was all encompassing. A woman was above me while a faint green glow was coming from below my eyes. Luckily, it wasn't enough to ruin the stars above; they were really pretty. Her bun was looking sloppy with a light sheen of sweat on her brow to complement. Her eyes looked more red then brown but they were still oddly comforting as they bounced between me and something happening to my left.
The pretty girl looked at me one last time before gazing at the other sight for a long time. My head lulled on its own. Some loli dominatrix had an argonian in the air with a whip holding her in place like a noose. She was going to town and repeatedly lashing her with tendrils growing out of her hair.
The pretty girl with pink hair touched my forehead.
"Sean," she said. Her voice was very soft as she said my name. "You're stabile but I have to help Ruri. Stay awake until I get back."
She jumped over me and ran off towards the loli and the argonian.
Bye.
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I clutched at my head. Well, I was really useful during that fight. It still didn't explain how the killer queen had died.
"So, um," I struggled to find the right words. "What do we do for the rest of the day?"
"Oh fuck you!" Ruri screamed. "I can finish the fucking story! I'm don't need you to fucking awkwardly change the subject!"
I held up my hands defensively. "I just wanted to make you more comfortable. You don't have to keep going."
"Well you don't have to. I'm not some delicate fucking flower like Pinkie," she said. "I heard the rest of it from her and her bitch mother."
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Distracted by the plaything in front of her, the killer queen took the brunt of attack with her knees and barely nudged. Pinkie swept her foot forward only for the queen's nails to dig into her throat. They stared at each other as the queen pushed her down with only one hand. Taking her chance, Ruri kicked at the queen catching the small woman in the face. Again, her neck barely moved. She wasn't even spared a glance as the queen inspected her new prey.
Ruri kicked her again and finally the queen glared at her. She brought her down to face level and pressed her lips against hers. Ruri struggled against her still trying to kick and scream but the queen continued to molest her unabated. She kept her lips firmly closed denying every attempt by the queen to get her tongue past. The queen pushed Savanna away just to focus on her. She dug her finger in between her lips and pulled her mouth open. Ruri felt some foreign liquid enter her mouth and threaten to drown her. It wasn't spit and it began to burn her mouth, it felt like she was trying to swallow fire. It just kept coming and started forcing its way down her throat. It spread until it entered her lungs and scorched her stomach. She was using poison mist!
The queen dropped her just as the convulsions started. Ruri was wrecked by coughing and spit the purple liquid over the ground. She thrashed in pain and the liquid quickly became blood from the lesions in her mouth. Her entire body burned from the inside out. The queen focused on her new victim completely forgetting about Ruri and leaving her to die.
The queen summoned another whip into her hands and snapped it at Savanna. The joy leaned back to dodge the blow but it swung back and caught her. She screamed and the whip coiled around her ankle like a snake. Before she could react, the whip was lifting her off the ground and dragging her into the air. She clawed at the leather around her neck until the killer queen walked into range. Savanna aimed a kick at her face only to have the smaller girl grab her leg easily. The queen took pleasure in rubbing her calf and slowly working her way up. She threw her new prey into the wall and let her drop.
Savanna smashed her head against the ground and the queen finally let go of her leg. She just as quickly wound the whip around her neck and pinned her to the wall again. Savanna squirmed until the little girl's face twisted into a grin. She stopped a kick at her face and started massaging her calf again. Savanna's face started to flush and she bit her lip. She felt disgusting especially when the queen pressed her lips against her leg.
She tried to close her thighs but the queen was too strong. Why couldn't she beat such a tiny person! The queen continued to molest her and didn't stop until her hand and her lips reached her knee. She flicked her tongue against the back of her knee. Savanna flinched and a tear escaped her eyes.
The snap of a broken bone echoed.
She screamed uncontrollably until she was able bite her lip to quell it. A whimper still escaped her. The queen let go of her leg leaving it to hang limply. She moved her lips over to her other legs and went even slower. Savanna braced herself for even more pain. Cherubic laughter played in contrast to Savanna's increasingly sporadic breaths.
Savanna took a deep breath. She needed more power! If she was just a little stronger then she could break free. The queen wrapped her hand around her knee and started squeezing. Savanna braced herself for the pain. If only she had more power! She began to emit a faint glow.
"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"
Savanna snapped her eyes open and the light had begun to shine from her stopped immediately. The moon was against her form casting a demonic shadow over the alley.
Angie fell out of the night sky and swooped low, her wings wide. The queen craned her neck and caught the tip of Angie's wing in her face. Angie escaped back into grey cover of the clouds as the queen went flying. Savanna fell to the ground and her broken leg bent the other way. The joy at being rescued vanished in the fire of her nerves. The killer queen clutched at her bloody nose, her neck was in a right angle but she was still able to move the rest of her body. If she hadn't looked demonic before than she certainly did at that moment.
Angie came back around, spreading her wings to hover over the queen. She snapped her fingers. A flash of black erupted around the killer queen finally eliciting the first scream of pain from her. Angie snapped her fingers again and a ball of white light enveloped her daughter and Ruri. She readied a ball of the same black energy in both of her hands and started bombarding the Killer queen's body. The attacks rocked the ground with enough force that the entire alley shook and the dumpsters rocked away from the walls. Every time she chucked a ball another replaced it just as quickly. Angie continued for several seconds until she was forced to catch her breath. As the smoke cleared, the queen was now in a deep crater with Ruri and Savanna laying unharmed on the lip. Angie waited, hovering in the air and watching the smaller woman below her. A tense moment hung in the air until white pupils saw a trace of movement.
She dove, skewering the queen on her gravity assisted stomp. What followed was a constant stream of screaming and blows raining down on the queen's face.
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Ruri was bent over a trashcan, her tail hanging limply off to the side of her legs. I was staring off to the side and scanning the alley for anyone approaching. She kept digging, on the tips of her toes trying to reach to the bottom metal can. It really showed off her legs, toned and smooth leading up to a pert bottom that was begging to be slapped and kneaded. A trash bag landed with a squish splattering the inside of it with a green liquid that slithered down the side.
Ew.
Finally, Ruri leaned out of the trashcan allowing her dress to fall back over her thighs. In her hands was the Heavy Pistol complete with a belt and a tiara that glittered in the early morning sun. It was the same tiara that the killer queen had been wearing. It was jewel encrusted with an emerald in the center. I reached out to grab the gun, Ruri pulled back. Studying the walls, she twisted the leather holster in her hands. Her face actually looked a little flushed.
"Before we found you, I stole this off the muscled tamer and hid these here. They are probably missing one of their guns but hopefully they'll just think it was destroyed. We'll be gone by the time they start really searching for it." She refused to look me in the eyes. "We actually do need you to able to fight. Last night showed that."
She shoved it into my chest. The belt had seven bullets still in the loops and the pistol was still moderately clean, if you ignored the blood on the handle. Which I most definitely could. Holding the gun up to the sun I could see the little scratches in the metal. "I think this is the best gift I've ever gotten."
"Good." Ruri nodded studying the walls again. She narrowed her eyes but she still didn't look at me. "Your life sounds pathetic."
Oh, I was going to kill her with my next line, "It was, till I met you."
She actually blushed. The tiara was also shoved in my chest.
"You can give me this tonight too. As thanks for the gun. What would you do without me, I give you presents and do my own gift shopping." We actually smiled at each other.
"You know you can count on me right? I fucked up last night and-" I wasn't able to finish speaking, she interrupted me.
"Oh, shut up!" Whatever moment we had, it had evaporated. "You don't need to apologize! God. We don't have to fucking talk about it! It happened, we lost. We're passed it and we aren't going to lose again. Why did you have to ruin the fucking moment?"
She grabbed her ball off of my belt. "I don't want to look at you! I'm going to sleep!"
One step forward, two steps back. Clearly, she was of the ignore-it-until-it-goes-away school of mental health. Standing there surrounded by trash bags with a gun belt coiled around my arm, a tiara in my hand and a pokéball at my feet, I had made a lot of progress and yet made none at all.
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