Nova Dürkel, the rookie police woman, found
herself lost in the darkness. Shades of ghosts passed outside of the store, as
if nothing, ignoring her, even though she was staring at them in front of the
window. All of them looked female, naked, white transparent skin, black, long
straight hair, sullen smiles. After their aimless march, Nova got out. She
carefully looked from left to right, like any police officer would do, holding
her .22 black pistol. Short red hair, straight, long blue eyes, and the classic
blue outfit of a TV series policeman, Nova was a 25 year old woman.
Not too far from her position, she spotted
three figures with a small distance between them, walking in a line, one
chasing after the other, towards a parking lot. She had already seen the
extraneous screen message imposing on her to kill someone in order to exit the
mysterious city. She had already intuited that this was not a dream, but
reality itself, with the culprit not messing around at all with their victims.
Whoever did this to them, had to be someone very powerful in order to kidnap
and toss them inside a gigantic prison in the form of an abandoned city. How
many movies are like this? Animes, books, TV series… And some rich and powerful
screw-head actually went to all the trouble to mimic them.
Nova had to find the culprit, and she was
already running out of time. But first, she had to reach the others to provide
assistance and her own theory of the matter at hand.
Carefully she ran, watching for the ghastly
and terrifying creatures she had saw earlier. Then she ran some more.
Upon reaching the big man in the karate
outfit, Nova stopped.
“Please, hang on!” She requested.
Gardon heard her and turned around
immediately, abandoning his chase after the psycho. Saguchi ignored her and
kept walking viciously towards Jaqueline, who had recently applied herself for
a short break, standing between some deserted cars, texting on her cellphone.
“Someone else has arrived.” Gardon
acknowledged and crossed his arms.
“I’m a police officer” she started saying, but
the teacher interrupted her.
“I can see that.”
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? Stop!”
She ran after Saguchi, who was still holding the jackknife in his hand.
“I told him to stop but he would not listen.”
Gardon chased after Nova chasing after Minato.
Once she reached him, she rounded him and
blocked his path, standing now in front of him, pointing with the gun towards
his forehead.
“I said stop!”
“It’s useless.” Saguchi said, terrified,
smiling, trembling, but at last resorting for a small break. “We have to kill
each other, don’t you see?”
“And just because a strange screen told you
to, you’re going to kill me?”
“I never said anything about killing you.” He
pointed with his eyes to the figure behind Nova. “All I want is to have some
fun. Then I’ll get out of this place.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, you
numb-nuts?” Jaqueline, finally getting ahold of herself and understanding that Saguchi
was serious, walked forward.
“Wait.” Nova, without breaking her stance and
position, not looking anywhere else but to Saguchi’s fearful stare, told her.
“Are you really going to kill me with a jackknife?
Pathetic.” Jaqueline mocked.
“S-Shut, shut up, stupid bitch!” Saguchi
replied. “I’m gonna’ kill you! And touch you and rrrrape you, you fucking
whooooooore!”
“Be quiet and throw down your weapon!” Nova
ordered.
“What for?! So you can kill me first, bitch?!
No way!” He laughed.
“We have to stay calm and talk about this
situation.” Gardon proposed but nobody listened to him.
“Put. Down. The. Knife. Now.” Nova insisted
and gave him a fierce look.
“No.” Saguchi, naturally replied.
“I’m gonna’ have to shoot you, then.”
“Yes! Go ahead and put me out of my misery!”
“Shut up!”
“Shoot, damn it! Shoot me!”
“Shut your mouth, now!”
“What are you waiting for?! Come one!
Hahahahahaha! I wanna' put my dick between your tits, baby! I wanna' fuck your
face, stupid whore! Hahaha!”
His head was suddenly cut off.
Silence.
A long pause.
Everyone stared, impressed, mouth-opened and
speechless.
Saguchi’s head fell down from the back of his
right shoulder, leaving a long trace of blood behind, stained on his shirt, and
rolled down on the floor close to Gardon’s feet. His terrified expression still
seemed to live even though the face was pale and blood was all around it. The
body of Saguchi fell down to its knees first, then laid violently back, as some
disgusting and repulsive odor began to spread from his insides, coming out of
his butchered neck.
Argento Ponsognio had no time for idiocies. He
remembered clearly how he had been sent to kill a young prostitute for
deserting the Grand Master Alfonse, who had strong connections with almost
every single procurer in town. He knew he was going in the right direction, as
usual, right in the middle of an alley. And he also remembered there were tons
of people wandering around, going from one place to another, every one of them
stuck in their own matters. All of a sudden he opened his eyes, came out of the
alley and found himself in a parking lot. Deserted. No other soul but his,
standing around. How could he have gotten to an entirely different location from
before? What was that screen spelling similar orders to Grand Master Alfonse?
Argento had a job to do and he needed to go back, or his head would roll on the
floor instead of that of his recent victim, a lunatic and perverted young man.
“Kodachi” is the name of the short (and very
expensive) sword that he had used to cut Saguchi’s head off. He sheathed it in
a small, but elegant black husk and turned around, looking at the mortified
women staring at him. He just didn’t have any time for this bullshit. This
ridiculous game forced its rules upon him and all he had to do was follow them.
His gaze, fierce, determined, angered, intimidated the young rookie, still
holding her gun towards the headless body of Saguchi. But before even one of
them could say a word, could inquire for an explanation, or think about what
had just happened, Argento vanished into thin air.
All of a sudden, he was gone. He escaped; he
was free, as promised by the mysterious green screen, which appeared instead of
him in front of the others.
Argento
Ponsognio is free.
Want to
be free like him?
KILL
SOMEBODY.
The end. It disappeared.
