This is my latest (longer than one paragraph) work. I haven't even read it back to myself yet, let alone done any checking on grammar or readability. Puttered out by the end and did the whole thing with headphones blaring... Yeah. If I get around to it I'll put my own fixed version out because I do need the experience.
Fun fact! This was originally intended to be a descriptive writing and action exercise no more than a few paragraphs long. I'm just so great at keeping on track, huh?
Let's see...
Rain pouring down at midnight, and the back alleys quiet... aside for one.
Dodging a wide swing from a katana, Sai knew this fight would waste her time. The three men before her clearly had enough skill between them to hold her back. Discarding her skirt, Sai launched herself up into the air and onto a nearby roof to perch down and glare at them for a moment.
The group, mesmerised by either her unnaturally long legs or the strange feat of strength she managed, yelled in protest and began pursuit. They’d never catch her. In moments she had clambered onto the second story roof of an adjoining roof and was sprinting across them.
“SAI!” she slid to a stop on the rain soaked tiles to look across at him. A huge man, standing seven feet tall and wielding a greatsword as if it were a dagger, grinned... With a short run up he dove across the street and landed hard on the roof to join Sai, who was already dropping back with her sickles.
He struck first, bringing the sixty kilogram sword down on Sai’s head. Her sickles intercepted it, catching the blade with either one and pulling them to the side with tremendous strength. Reginald’s notched blade held tight in Sai’s sickles left them at a standstill, exchanging glares.
Always the agressor, Reginald kicked out at Sai. Her leg came up and reginald’s hard kick landed on her shin. Reginald frowned, losing concentration on Sai for a single moment. Her spare leg came up like a tensed snake, hitting Reginald’s side with her shin and the ball of her foot slamming into his chin in the very same moment. No balance left, she dropped down and deliberately landed on one shoulder to shatter through the tiling.
She dropped down into an attic at a kneel and twirled her once again freed sickles. “Come chase me.” Sai’s cheeky grin turned into pure horror as Reginald’s blade slashed a small cut down her cheek. He was lunging through the roof!
There was too little space to actually escape the blade’s reach, and Reginald had heard her loud gasp to confirm his suspicions. The blade came down again, and Sai was right there. She saw it’s tip and maneuvered to barely avoid the lunge between her legs. Balancing on her toes with her back arched only one though went through her head: “Crap.”
She thudded hard onto her shoulder blades and Reginald slammed the blade through again. Sai rolled to the side with barely enough time. The blade slipped across her back and pinned her down by the blouse. Her sickles were out without a moment’s hesitation and the shirt was no better than tatters.
Reginald cocked his pistol back and aimed it at the tiling “Got you.” Behind him the tiles exploded upwards as Sai’s form flew out of them. She landed a little back from her position, with the hole separating Reginald from her. He took a moment to take in her body. Flat chested, not his style.
It was certainly a new experience, fighting a woman who’s wearing nothing more than her panties and a leather holster around her stomach. He was going to make a witty remark, but had no time to as his forearm came up to block a sudden knife throw.
Bouncing uselessly off of his solid steel bracer, he thought it was her last attempt. He was wrong. Dropping his guard for a moment was long enough for Sai to appear in front of him with her sickles ready to go around his neck.
Once again he brought his bracer up and caught Sai’s attack. Deep notches tested the toughness of the bracers as Sai strained to pull the blades harder together and remove half of Reginald’s forearm. Reginald grabbed his shortsword from behind his back and swung it ahead.
Sai’s head dipped back to avoid the slash, and she barely sucked her stomach in enough to step back from the second. She went the one place she thought made sense, and the one place Reginald never would have thought of.
She went up, launching over Reginald’s head but keeping the top of her sickles on Reginald’s stunned forearm. As she came down her sickles rotated neatly around his neck. She landed at a kneel, Reginald’s back pressed against hers as his last attempt at survival.
“Well played, bitch.” The violent ripping apart of the sickles caused a metallic scrape that pierced the soul more than the ears... and Reginald was finished. Sai flipped over Reginald’s beheaded corpse and relieved it of the heavy fur coat.
As she descended from the roof, she pulled the hood on. She’d changed her appearance completely since the description went out to the hunters, and was satisfied they couldn’t follow her any more.
Scene 2:
Sai entered the apartment building with a key she pulled from the belt resting on her waist. The scent of dried piss was overwhelming within, and the brutally chipped bare brick walls showed a lack of care hard to replicate.
She made her way up the three flights of stairs, stepping over a blind drunk man as well as several broken steps on her way to the top. The door looked out of place compared to the rest of the apartment. Solid steel and with a padlock the size of a man’s fist to keep it shut, it didn’t look a thing like the cheap chipboard doors around it.
Stopping, she turned and closed the door softly with a sigh. Sai clicked the padlock into place on it’s interior lock setup before discarding the coat and sliding down to the floor with her back on the door.
It was a two room home with one bathroom. A laptop sat on the kitchen bench beside an array of vicious looking knives, that in turn sat beside a dripping sink and it’s boarded up window. The well worn bed in the corner had a bedspread that wasn’t of great quality to begin with, and was only made worse by the apparent years of neglect. Two pillows rested on the bed, with one having been ripped in half.
A tear rolled down Sai’s cheek, mixing with the seeping blood coming from her wound. She touched it, looking down at her now bloodied hand. How long had she been hunted? She tried to count the years, known to her only by the fireworks in the sky at the turn of them.
Ten years had passed since she was discovered as a child. They killed her father right in front of Sai, and still called her the monster. Does power make a monster, or is it simply a means to an end? She had no use for her power and still hadn’t used it since that day ten years ago... but still she was hunted. Always hunted.
The phone rang, snapping Sai out of her thoughts. This was strange. Not only did she not reveal her number to anyone, but she didn’t have a phone to begin with. Following the sound, Sai picked up the cell phone. “Hello, Sai. Happy birthday.” Sai stood there holding the phone, her hand sliding down her front to grasp her weapon. “You are now twenty. At this very moment you are capable of your destiny, and I expect you to fulfil it.” Sai looked at the phone quizically, turning it over in search of some hint of her caller’s identity. “I’d love to chat, but I have to make some distance between us.” An old fashioned click could be heard before the call ended, leaving Sai even more confused.
She heard it before she saw it. The sound of a blowtorch cutting through her door. Jumping up onto her bench, she tried to pull the boarding free. It was no use. Her own attempt at defence had her trapped within. Sai jogged to the middle of the room a few moments before the padlock hit the ground, initiating the battle.
The door swung open and a man stepped through in a heavy leather jacket with jeans and knee high boots. In his hand, a taser. He pulled the trigger a moment after the phone slammed into his forehead. The wires went off to the side and a second assailant entered. Sai hurled a knife underhand, only for it to bounce off of some kind of body armour under the man’s jacket.
The man didn’t even flinch, and hurled himself at Sai a mere moment after her attack. Unexpectedlty and suddenly, he stopped in a batter’s position in front of Sai and brough a steel bat up in a wide arc at her head. Sai’s sickles caught the bat, and with a violent yank to either side split it in two. Sai’s powerful kick downed her current attacker only to allow the second an entry. He grabbed at Sai, but quickly regretted his decision quickly.
A blood curdling scream came from the man as he hit the ground minus an arm, flailing madly. The one retaining all his limbs tried another run, but kept his distance this time. Sai parried and dodged each slash from his combat knife until she saw an opening, raking both sickles across his front.
He spun with the force before crashing onto the ground having had the front half of his neck severed. Down but not out, the amputee stood for another go. His berserk charge at her was surprising to say the least, and the man drove a large syringe into her chest.
Sai’s quick retaliation stopped the injection, sending the attacker’s hand flying. His shock and pain let Sai’s finishing attack in easily. Sai drove the sickle through the top of either shoulder on her would be assassin and pierced each lung.
Sai winced as she pulled the syringe out. The glistening golden liquid inside was like nothing she’d ever seen. Sparkling even in the shadow... it was almost hypnotic in the way it swirled within. It wasn’t a poison, or at least not a normal one... Regardless, it was probably dangerous so Sai hurled it against the wall to smash the glass syringe and spill it’s contents onto the floor.
Meanwhile...
“They’re dead,” Razer stated as he tossed the match into the fireplace, igniting it. “We haven’t confirmed that, Razer.” Razer looked to the man sitting on a couch across from him, the leader of a large and influential gang within the city. “If their attack failed they are dead. And if their attack succeeded, they would have called in. Therefore, they’re dead.”
“Do you know how many years I’ve been planning this for?” Razer knelt before the fire as he spoke “Thirty eight years... First finding that bitch and then tracking her spawn for two long decades... And of course I give you one simple task.”
Razer’s tone was morbid and exhumed evil. “Come here, I want to tell you something in private.” The man walked over to Razer, curious. Razer grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and pulled him in roughly. “You fucked up pretty bad.”
Stomping onto the back of the man’s knees, Razer forced him to a kneel “What!? No! Razer! Do you know who I am!?” Even though he did, it changed nothing. Razer shoved the punk’s head into the fireplace, slamming his forehead into the back wall. Holding him down with a foot, Razer listened to the desperate screams.
Charred and in an unimaginable pain, the punk was led by the belt to a window. Razer slammed him face first through the pane. The scream lasted for some time as he descended the seventy stories down to the street, being liquified on the pavement.
Razer turned to the unremarkable looking woman who had been standing quietly in the corner “Get Reginald on this.” She coughed, letting a few strands of blonde hair down in front of her eyes “Reginald’s tracker has reported a loss of life signs. He’s unavailable.” Razer grabbed the bottle of scotch from the coffee table on his way out “Then get everyone on it. Every single hunter from this moment is to attempt an injection.”
The Train Ride:
Sai had to get out of the city, and she didn’t trust enclosed planes enough to use them. Hiding out in a country town for a while would be enough to lose them, or at least that’s what she thought. Pulling the jacket around herself tighter, she stepped aboard.
Sitting down and closing her eyes, Sai drifted into sleep. Her slumber was tormented, yet again, by nightmares. The dream was always the same. Sai would be standing on top of a bridge, looking down at the ocean below, a swirling mess of blood sitting in place of the water.
A man standing behind her, with Sai frozen still on the very edge. As she breathes, she can see it. “Sai, they’re coming.” She can’t tell if it comes from the man or from somewhere else. And then she steps forwards, falling slowly off of the bridge...
“Ticket?” Sai jumped up in her seat at the sudden awakening. “Sorry to startle you. Do you have a ticket?” She looked into her backpack and pulled out the scrunched up paper, showing it to the man who barely checked it. “Alright, thanks. Have a nice rest.”
Closing the carriage door, the ticket inspector pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. He gazed back through the door window at Sai while the phone rang. “This is the Venator,” stated the voice in the phone “Venator, I’ve found her.”
Country Town:
Sai inspected the station as she got out of the train. It was run down and badly kept, as if no one really expected it to be used. Good. That meant Sai wouldn’t be found out by accident.
But she had only stepped onto the street when she realised how little distance mattered to the hunters. A half circle of men and women all wearing black leather were there to greet her. Looking back, Sai saw another group walking up behind her. She had no choice but to walk out to the middle of the half circle, where it closed in around her.
Sai’s backpack dropped against the ground just as the first hunter burst into his sprint. Sai stood dead still until the hunter was in range, slashing with his combat knife. Sai’s sickles were up in mere moments, and she easily dodge the slash. A sharp stab through the front of the hunter’s heart finished him in a single blow.
The remainder watched the failure closely before rushing in to do everything their comrade hadn’t. Sai’s flurry of attacks barely held the mass of hunters attacking in unison back. Each attack she blocked knocked her into another, only for her to block that too and send her into yet another.
It was like a pack of wild dogs, pushing and shoving one another to get their piece of the carcass. The only real plan here seemed to be a vague attempt at not hitting each other with their weapons.
Sai stumbled, and a deep gash appeared on her face in the same moment. Her left eye was struck, and Sai couldn’t maintain her composure. Countless more slashes came all over her body, and a powerful hit to the top of her shoulder with a baseball back finally dropped her. Coming to her knee and holding her face, she let loose a shrill scream loud and piercing enough to cause almost all of the hunters to discard their weapons in favour of the free hand to cover their ears.
Sai ran awaaaiiii
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Yep it fits.
Thu Oct 18, 2012 7:56 am