AUTHORS NOTE: Imagine someone made Troll 3 and it was a financial success...
The shrubbery was blanketed in the cloying darkness of the urban night and the young girl hid among the presumably green leaves clutching her dagger waiting to catch one of the large grey entities away from the pack lumbering through the park. A quick breeze disrupted the stillness as a column of flame and lead decimated the demons instantly. A figure with long, dark hair approached her brandishing a particularly illegal looking gun stashing little black pellets into her wristguard.
"I have what I need, you can take the rest." the mysterious elegant lady fired at the legs of the only unharmed wraith tripping it to the ground. The knife girl rose to her feet slowly.
"Can you show me how to do that?" She asked. The stranger looked the beginner in the eye.
"No," the raven haired woman replied, "but I have something you can let you be my assistant."
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Having reached the address on the card the novice magical girl pressed the buzzer labeled "Akemi" and waited for an answer.
"You need to wait a bit longer, sorry." It was the voice of person from the park. Luckily she had brought a book to read and sat down on the cold bench near the entrance.
After ten minutes or so she finished her chapter and tried the buzzer again. This time she was let in without a word.
Much like the exterior, the inside of the building was clean, modern but otherwise unremarkable like most of Mitakihara City. For a block of flats the building was unsettlingly quiet but she tried to tell herself that it was only because it was late. Upon reaching Akemi's door the girl knocked once and expected to be made to wait longer but was quickly admitted inside.
The apartment was spacious, clean and modern the walls adorned with screens mostly showing maps and notes and a few featured images of a pinkette girl, although these appeared as if the owner had wanted to hide them temporarily.
She sat herself downon the sofa across from the resident of this place.
"I never asked your name," said her host, "I am Homura Akemi."
"Prisca Satou," she paused looking for a reaction but Homura's face gave nothing away, "it's nice to meet you, I guess."
"An unusual name, is it foreign? Asked Homura attempting to break the ice a little.
"Uh... Yeah," Prisca tried to think of something to stop the inevitable question, "She was a saint. Martyred at 13 they say."
Something happened behind Homura's eye, "How appropriate."
"What?" That was not what she was expecting.
"How long have you been a magical girl?" Homura asked.
"Only a week or so..."
"Do you understand what it means to be a magical girl?"
"My soul is in the gem that formed after making my wish and now I must use my powers to collect curses from those demons to help QB to prevent the heat death if the universe." Stated Prisca, "and if I use up all of the magic in my soul or if my gem becomes sufficiently damaged I will die."
Homura's face contorted in surprise.
"How do you know all that?" She exclaimed.
"I was always told to read a contract before signing."
"Fuck." The older girl slumped into the sofa glaring a her guest, the ensuing silence hung like an unwelcome smell.
"I've seen terrible things when others found out the truth," Homura drew up images that shouldn't exist from another time in another world. "She killed her friends when she learned what you knew from the beggining. Why did you ask Kyubey about the nature of magical girls? Usually he tries to catch you when you are at your most vunerable."
"I went looking for QB of my own accord." Said Prisca, toying with her soul ring, "there was a rumour at school that there was a talking cat in the city and one of my friends went looking for it and when she got back she never really acted the same. Then three weeks ago she disappeared and I go hunting this ghost cat who had obviously cursed her and now here I am."
"You're different," said Homurs, "and that is why I need you, Prisca Satou."
"Why me though?" Prisca tilted her head quizzically.
"There is a new threat coming," Homura drew up a video of her last conversation with Kyubey, a rogue incubator is planning to increase productivity by making magical girls fight the ghosts of other fallen magical girls and I can't depend on my usual comrades in arms for this. I need you to deliver the finishing blow when I give the signal."
She wasn't sure if she really understood what was going on.