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Trouble. That was
the first word that came to Light's mind to describe it. It was a
weird term to use, but the appearance of that word connected back to
the night before her powers had first appeared. It felt certain that
this was it, the promised trouble itself. Light's fur stood on end
just seeing the thing form, and her fight-or-flight instincts kicked
up even harder than they already had been by the last few minutes.
The police girl must have had the same kind of reaction, as she began
firing on it as soon as it landed.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG click click click click click
click. The normal people around
were screaming and mostly running away; one or two were standing
there in shock. The creature, or whatever it was, drew itself up and
then started charging, apparently unaffected by twelve direct hits to
the center of its body.
Light ran forward,
and around the thing. Its right foreleg was already up and ready to
slash; the police girl was standing there with the gun still in her
hand, either continuing to try to fire it or just too shocked to
move. The sword appeared in Light's hand again and she leapt with it,
clashing length-wise against its claws, catching a swipe that
would've torn the other girl in half. The force of it sent her flying
backwards through the air, just barely long enough to regain control
of her positioning and land in a kneeling position halfway into the
alley she'd just run out of. Its hook-claws grabbed her sword,
wrenching it out of her grasp, but she just unsummoned it as soon as
she realized it wasn't in her hands anymore.
other girl had finally shaken it off, just in time to jump out of the
way of the next swipe. Now Light had a clear view of the thing's
front; it did have wounds from the bullets all across its underside,
leaking a little bit of the vague black mist it seemed to be made of,
but they looked remarkably shallow. Its face was completely flat,
with glowing red eyes because of course they were, and also a mouth
that seemed to be composed entirely of gigantic teeth, with no lips
or anything to hide them. Well, at least it had
eyes, which meant it relied on sight to at least some
extent. Light gave it a blinding bright flash to look at instead of
the two of them, and then set to work on placing numerous illusory
fox-girls around for it to attack whenever it did
start seeing again.
The other girl,
sword in her hands, circled over to the thing's side while it roared,
swiping at the air in response to the flash. Light stood up slowly,
finally a little out of breath from all this running and jumping
around, not to mention the amount of light manipulation at work just
now. But she walked forward anyway, reforming the weapon in her hand
and watching for an opening.
With some visibly
hard concentration, a few floating water spikes formed from the air
again, and she charged up, slashing with her blade and causing the
spikes to stab it as they followed her motions, then dissipate and
splash across its side. The blade and spikes both made visibly deep
cuts and holes in it, the sword going all the way through the body
rather than getting stuck partway through. Of course, with pain to
guide it the creature didn't need its eyes, and swung hard at the
fox-girl with an unnatural speed. She dodged the swipe by a couple of
centimeters maybe, and that only because she was already on her way
back away from it; her flowing cape-thing wasn't so lucky and got
torn half to shreds.
Light spent a
little more concentration to make her temporary ally invisible,
allowing its next hyperspeed slash to just go through the air. It had
its uninjured side toward her now, and her breath was back; that was
enough. The white-haired girl ran at it, leapt into the air, and fell
blade-first at its shoulder, digging the weapon into its body down to
the hilt and immediately wall-hopping away toward its back to avoid
retaliation. Only after she'd landed did she start to process the
sound the thing made.
It was at once a
hiss, a loud, low guttural rattling and a high, wailing screech—a
little like hearing two or three different animals in distress all at
the same time. But there was something distinctly unnatural and wrong
about the sound that she wasn't sure she could place her finger on.
Even though it meant that monster was feeling pain, and so must be
taking damage, it was an unsettling sound, maybe enough to terrify
anyone hadn't already seen what it looked like. Hearing it
stunned her for a second, and she was grateful to have illusions to
keep it from actually taking advantage of that.
Light called back
her sword, leaving its deep hole in the thing's shoulder to spout
more black mist. The other girl had run up next to her, mostly
because that was the opposite direction from the area the monster was
attacking right now. Since it was facing away from them, she took a
moment to narrow down the illusions to just one particularly good at
dodging and then concentrate some of the sunlight above them into a
heat laser—like the ones she'd aimed at Ning the other day, but
with an intensity that would do much more than a mild sunburn. The
hulking thing made its awful noise again, when it caught that full
against its back, and whirled around before jumping up toward where
the laser was coming from, swiping up toward the source with its good
She couldn't keep
this intensity up for more than a couple of seconds, and returned
focus back to invisibility and an illusion or two. The other girl had
found a sewer drain to pull water from, and got three or four times
the little blades she'd been able to make from vapor to just start
swirling around her in a tornado of pain. But she didn't seem to know
how, or maybe be able at all, to just send them at the monster,
instead choosing (or maybe being forced) to charge right at it. Well,
she was invisible, but that many rapidly-moving parts was just
plain impossible to hide properly with Light's powers, so she went
for another flash in its eyes timed just as it landed from attacking
the air and the water-wielder came close.
Her play was to
jump right at its chest and stab it with her sword, letting all the
water blades follow suit and bury themselves all over the thing's
wide body. The sword's aim was where Light guessed a heart surely
would be, if something like this had organs like that. But of
course this didn't kill it right away, and she hadn't caught on to
how wise the backup plan of "jump away immediately" was
quite yet, so the thing was able to grab her off of itself, holding
her in one of its giant hands.
She was obviously
not going to struggle free of that, and it might have started
crushing her already. Light ran. Its mouth opened, wider than it had
for making noises earlier. It opened and opened, looking like a snake
unhinging its jaw. Halfway there, the thought occurred to her that
that thing was going to eat that girl. It was a good thing she
was already on the way to do something about it.
Another flying leap
from the ground took Light up onto the wrist of the arm holding the
other girl. Her momentum wouldn't let her land there, so she kept
going with another jump forward off of it, toward the gaping mouth.
But since her arms were free and not wrapped in giant
monster-claw-hands, she was able to lead with her blade, sticking it
right into its disgustingly way too open maw, angled up slightly.
Then Light's feet were on its upper teeth and she bounced back again,
landing on the wrist for real this time. The sword's tip was sticking
out of the upper-back of its head very briefly; then it disappeared,
just in time to be lodged firmly into the wrist just behind its hand.
Then it finally let go of its captive and staggered backwards,
spewing mist from the several holes all throughout its body.
The other girl
landed roughly, gasping for air. Light tumbled for a bit and popped
back to her feet, feeling rather winded herself. She brought her
sword back again, holding it out in front of her, standing
defensively between the big beast and the police girl, only for it to
collapse onto its back, destroying more of the road in the process.
Then it faded, just as it had appeared, turning to black mist and
then seeming to blow away down the streets in a strong wind nothing
was, way too close." Light released her sword after a
second and turned around. "Are you...okay? Anything broken?"
She was already
kneeling, and slowly stood back up. Instead of answering the
question, she stated, "You could have...run away at any time."
Her voice had returned to the steady, genuine calm it had had at
leave you to die? That..thing to run around and hurt people!?"
She wasn't even sure exactly why she thought it would do that if left
alone, but it felt so...obvious somehow. "What kind of
person lets that happen?"
you. But, it wasn't a good idea." She pulled out her pistol
again, pointing it at Light. They were just far enough apart to make
trying to smack it away or grab it a very bad idea. "I have
to...uphold the law. You know something..so I have to take you in for
questioning." Something about the way she said 'have to' here
seemed to suggest she didn't want to at this point.
Light put her hands
up. The light was different..it was almost certainly sunset. There
wasn't that much less light right now, but her usual
powered-by-the-sun-ness didn't seem enough to cure the exhaustion
from all the recent running and fighting. When the sun did go down
she'd probably be in even worse shape. "Well, I never attacked
you. Just for the record. And I'm not doing it now, either. Look, I'm
not even gonna run away. I just don't want to change back."
The girl dropped
her gun, convulsing to the ground. Light's mind had to trace back a
couple of steps to realize she'd seen some electricity arcing at her
from behind, and then noticed Ning standing just a couple of
feet back from the police-girl. A quick glance down made it clear she
was still breathing, just stunned; it probably had been about the
level of a taser, or slightly more to get past heightened fox-girl
defenses to basically everything. The small girl made a 'come on'
gesture, and Light took off running behind her, both of them fleeing
They didn't stop
until they got back to Gerald's house, and then inside. Light was
panting heavily again; the sun was mostly gone now and her tiredness
had only compounded from that panicked run. But the lights were on in
here, which was enough to help a bit. "I'm sorry I didn't get
there sooner," said Ning. "I saw it on the news, and the
helicopter footage of you fighting that huge monster, and started
running right away. But..at least I helped you get away, right?"
Light sat at the
front of the nearest chair. "Yeah, that was..thank you, but
you...really shouldn't have done that."
"What do you
"I mean—she's a policeman. Woman. You assaulted
a police-person. And she just wanted to question me."
crossed her arms. "Questioning someone doesn't involve
pointing a loaded gun at them."
"Things were a
little tense. She saw a lot of people get killed by a fox-girl the
day before. But—I mean—it was also a bad move tactically."
smaller girl didn't appear to understand, mostly just still seeming
mad about the whole gun thing, or possibly disappointed that Light
wasn't happier to have been rescued. "Look, I really appreciate
that you came to help me and that you did help me get away. I do.
It's just—we don't
want them to find out you robbed the bank, and we don't
want them to find out that we or
I am working with the person who robbed the bank. The evidence points
to someone with electricity powers, and you just showed them I know
someone with electricity powers. And on top of that she
has water powers and can use them to detect me past illusions; I
don't know if she might even be able to track us here with
what else were you gonna do?! Go down to the station where they'd
make you tell them everything? Try to run away and get shot?"
something. "Actually...wait. It wasn't loaded."
reconsider running away."
Rowan stood up
again. She'd been about to let that girl get away. Her magazine had
been spent within a few seconds of seeing the monster, and she hadn't
exactly thought to bring extras before deciding to chase down a
shadow on the rooftop. It was wrong, what she'd thought about doing.
A person doesn't become immune to the law just because they saved a
police officer. Or because the officer tried to kill them.
Her body ached, but
breathing, standing, moving her arms..all seemed to work fine.
Sensing the flow of water in her blood, it seemed like there was some
moderate to pretty bad bruising, but thankfully nothing broken and
nothing internally bleeding. That was worse. That she'd
actually done. What had she turned into for those two or three
minutes!? Shooting someone who was basically a civilian, someone
probably innocent and apparently only interested in helping out? Her
mind spun back to the day before...the crazed look in that girl's
eyes. Was that a crazy person gaining undeserved power, or the power
making her crazy?
No, no, that
couldn't be it. She was herself—was Rowan, still. It had
been...what she knew they were capable of, had seen happen to her
friends and coworkers. None of them had deserved it; there were
families missing fathers and mothers, husbands and wives. That was
all; something about the way this white-haired girl was acting had
brought her to that moment, and she'd just...snapped. It took a giant
black mist monster appearing out of nowhere to un-snap. Coming
back to work the day after that happened had been a mistake. He'd
thought he'd be able to handle it, as he had a few times before in
the past when officers he'd known had gotten killed, but this
time...it had just been too much.
The word was out
that it was safe to come here again. There were police, emergency
responders, news crews flooding in. Rowan stood still. Trying to kill
that girl was wrong, and she was lucky that it turned out to be a
decent person who wouldn't just let a cop get killed to make her
escape, no matter how little the cop acted like they cared about the
law. Somewhere in there, in the middle of the fight with the giant
creature, she'd realized all that. And then pulled an empty handgun
to encourage her to get away, planning to pretend she hadn't realized
it was empty until it was too late. It hadn't happened that way;
someone else had hit her with a taser or something. She hadn't heard
them coming, and didn't hear anything but two pairs of feet running
away while briefly lying on the ground. But it had still been her
plan: Try to apologize for doing the wrong thing once by doing it
again, in the opposite direction. Two wrongs didn't make a
right, as far as the law was concerned.
Finally, people had
arrived and started to ask her questions. One of the officers from
this precinct asking if she was hurt, and how badly. Newspeople
asking all kinds of things while being shooed away—what was that
she'd just fought, where had the other person gone, so on so forth.
Some of the other police were even asking things like that, and more.
She opted only to answer the first oquestion, explaining she was
injured and wasn't sure what would happen if she changed back in this
state, best to have it looked at right away like this. They helped
her over to some non-shattered road and into an ambulance parked at
the edge of it. Nobody was going to ask her anything much until they
were sure she wasn't going to die, which would give her more time to
think. That was what she needed the most right now.
Amory saw Blake
leaving the bathroom from a distance, on his way out of class with a
crowd of other students. An impulse told him to follow, and he
did—slowly, from a distance. It didn't seem like he noticed. He
went on to stare at some posters for a while and then leave. That
was...weird behavior if he ever saw it. The posters were—well,
first of all they'd been there forever, so there was no way he hadn't
seen them before, and secondly they were not that interesting.
Just a picture of Isaac Newton with googly eyes pasted on, or a
large-printed version of the cover of an obscure scientific book most
of the professors, much less the students had never heard of.
When he left, Amory
finally followed to where he'd just been. Was there a secret message
on the posters or something? Well, no—a quick glance told him that
they were the same old posters as before. But there must have been
something there, some reason for him to...there. A door just
across from the wall those posters were on was cracked open, just
slightly. The classroom past it was empty, but the door wasn't on the
system that usually auto-locked the classroom doors outside of
classtime, and nobody had bothered to lock it manually.
A careful search
eventually led Amory to a girly pink backpack. The conclusion that
someone had just left their backpack behind here was rebutted by the
fact that it was in a far corner of the room, rather than next to or
on top of one of the desks. Someone had to have put it here
deliberately. Blake hadn't even come in here, but he'd been
conspicuously and suspiciously nearby for a notable period of time.
So maybe this was it. What 'it' was, he still wasn't sure.
What now? Amory's
sense of decency forbade him to actually open a girl's backpack and
dig around inside, especially if he was wrong about it. The classroom
was always unlocked anyway, so if someone had left it behind, they
would be able to come looking for it here instead of having to wait
for the building's main offices to open to check the lost and found,
so he couldn't justify even picking it up.
Eventually he came
up with something. Of course, as roommates, they had each other's
numbers, to let each other know if something was going on or ask to
be let inside in case a key was left behind. So Amory got out his
phone and sent an innocent text asking what his roommate was doing
for supper. It was the opener for a conversation inviting him to join
Amory and some friends or something, if it was responded to. Instead,
a very audible came from inside of the backpack.
That was it.
Blake's phone was in here for some reason. Amory's suspicions seemed
much closer to being proven true. But maybe it was a coincidence?
Well, the buzzing had come from right near the top. He knelt over,
slightly unzipped the pocket the phone seemed to be in, and found
what he knew to be his roommate's model of phone. It didn't exactly
say "This is Blake's" on front, but one more test would
clinch it. He waited a minute or two, then sent another text saying
"actually nevermind". The phone buzzed, and showed that a
text from Amory had just arrived, the second of two unread ones.
Amory zipped the
backpack up again, and stood up. Blake's phone was in a pink backpack
in a room he'd stood next to for a while. It wasn't direct
evidence of him being one of the fox-girls and going around playing
superhero while trying to maintain a secret identity, but it was a
very hard to explain set of events. It was enough to justify asking
him directly. But that was best done back in their apartment, where
it would definitely be a private conversation. And he didn't want to
give his roommate a panic attack by taking the backpack or anything
in it; the worst thing would be if Blake suddenly decided to run off
into hiding or something like that because he thought he was
compromised. So he started on his way home for the day, and began to
try and plan what he would say to even start the bizarre
conversation they were going to have to have.