Inspired by a picture by my girlfriend: www.furaffinity.net/view/1533415/
Kai is (C) to me
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Contains mild violence.
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Flickering white that slowly turns into a colourful mess. That could not be good. He hit the cold hard concrete that made it out for a road, and coughed out in a flash of pain.
A second later the light sword hit the road with a low metallic sound.
He looked into the cold grey sky, where heavy clouds isolated the world from the warm light of the sun. A nearby standing lamp post hummed a little, the light flickering for a moment.
'What is this place..' He sat up, looking around in the empty street, which should have been a field, as far as he knew. He couldn't think of anything more different from the medieval world, the mission should have taken place in.
Kai wondered if he had mistaken the mission, or if he had forgotten some weird detail. But then again.
He rose, removing some of the messy red bangs from his face. He picked up the sword, testing it, stabbing the air. Then he began walking. The lamp post hummed again.
After walking for more than an hour, he finally reached the end of the industrial part of the big city. He had not seen any human beings, but inside the factories the machines worked. He had seen the great pieces of metal slog, robots nearby to manufacture the details in clothing or smaller things. Looking through the thin glass he saw the machines hammering against each other, but he could only hear a distant humming of electricity, no more than that.
The 'real' part of the city weren't as different as he had hoped. There was still no life. He couldn't even find any garbage, not even a piece of gum on the pavement. The windows in the blocks very no more than blank holes into the concrete. The young man hesitated, then yelled out in the empty street, only to hear his own echo in the distance. And barking.
Instinct and experience made him back up and hide behind an empty container. The barking noise did not come any closer, and after a minute or two, it subsided. He looked up from behind the container, but the street was as empty as before. Still something had changed. It might just be his imagination, but it was... Much more quite. "If there's a dog somewhere, there might be..." The words were mere whispers, and only to make the eerie feeling of being watched go away.
He crept out from his hideout, and began the slow progress to where the dog might be.
The big city were not his home ground he soon realized. Not only here was all too quite, there were not any humans, and the feeling of being watched grew with every step the boy took. A loud hum made him swirl around, but the flickering of a lamp post eased his mind a little. 'This place makes me ferkin' jumpy...' No, this was not his home ground.
Kai was about to turn down another road, when a loud shout made his ears ring. He turned his head to see a group of robotic humanoids running towards him from a nearby alley. Shouting strangers running towards you only mean two things. Either they are very happy to see you, because you just saved their butt, or they really want to get you down and torture you. In this case, the latter was the most likely possibility. Therefore - he ran.
The creatures were almost soundless, the only noise were a buzzing tune. One of them shouted again, probably a word, but for once he did not understand it. His instincts screamed at him to get down, and seconds later he barely dodged a bullet. A very faint sound of a click warned him, and he dodged another by throwing himself to the ground, just to get up and running again immediately after. He turned right and faced a wall. A dead end. His heart was racing and blood rushing in his ears made him partly deaf. Looking around he saw a low wall to the other side and by it an convenient placed container. He ran for it, passing the followers on the way. Jumped, grapping hold of the top of the wall and flung himself over it. The boy landed hard on the ground, not quite prepared for the sudden downfall. This side of the wall was several meters tall, or, as he figured, someone had removed at least three meters of earth on this side. He had no more time for thinking, as one of them poked its head over the top of the wall. He spun around, fleeing for what he though could be his life. At least the earth was much more comfortable under his bare feet than the concrete was. Shouts, bullets. A quick glance over his shoulder made him relax a little, though not enough to stop him from sprinting away. The strangers had stopped following him for some reason. Two of them shot over the wall with their strange looking weapons, but they did not follow.
He slowed down a little, when he couldn't see them any more. The streets were still dug up, and the cold earth felt nice and soft. He turned a corner.
The tall buildings parted to give room for a major rubbish dump. From all sides light came down from great floodlights, and the metallic surface of every thing in the dump shone. No garbage was to be seen, the only thing making it real was the spots of rust on the parts in the bottom. The boy trotted closer, curiosity taking over. So much shiness. Kai stooped, picking up a piece of metal. Wires stuck out from one end, and the other were nice and smooth, rounded. It had joints, able to bend like... He flung it away, shocked. This was not a rubbish dump... This was a freakin' robot graveyard!
The automatic finger hit what might have been a chest with a loud tune. Barking erupted from several places, and this time it didn't stay were it was but came rapidly closer. Having been involved with watch dogs too many times he knew there were no reason to hide. It would only make it easier for the dogs to attack and he would not be able to fight back. The boy listened to the approaching barks, empty eyes upon the mountain of dead robots. That might be the solution. He focused on the starting hill and went for it. Somewhere in his mind a warning yell was made, but he did not listen. Climbing up the metallic leftovers he heard the barks come closer, and then the dogs trying to follow him.
Getting a grip in this tangled pile of big slippery plates and small loose gadgets was hard. Halfway up he slipped, sliding down the robot parts, desperately trying to stop the motion.
The only thing happening was him flipping over and, instead of sliding, rolling down the hill. He laid motionless when he reached the bottom of the rusty mountain, waiting for the dogs to bite and tear. Instead he heard the distant growls and barks of the dogs. Distant? He lifted his head to see the site empty.
"Okay, that was weird..." He mumbled to himself, rising from the ground. The distant barking came to an end. The boy listened carefully, but only the sound of his still hasty breathing was heard. He trotted around the mountain of metal wastes, prepared to meet the pack of watch dogs any second.
A shrieking sound made him jump then freeze, listening. A faint click.
Then the distant sound of metal hitting ground. Another faint click.
A thud, then a faint click.
A faint click.
If only... But... Too much light. He raised his arm in a defeated manner. Out of the corner of his left eye he saw a glim of metal caught in light and a slow movement. He took the chance and ran towards the poor humanoid that had let its guard down, hitting it with his elbow. It fell to the ground, and he fled. The other began shooting at him, but either their aim were pretty bad, or the bullets did not have enough power to reach him. He knew, that until now, the only reason he was unharmed, except his throbbing elbow, was pure luck. And he began wondering how long it would last.
He kept turning corners in the endless labyrinth. More and more dirt and rubbish were to be seen, along with splatters of blood and vomit. It reeked, and he had to fight the urge to bend over and throw up. This didn't seem to affect the followers, their masks probably shielding them from the stench.
A feeling grew inside him, bringing fear into his mind. These creatures were hunters, and they were leading him into a trap. He knew they could shoot him in the back but they didn't. And they knew this place a lot better than he would ever do. Desperation took its toll on him. He started gasping for breath, his chest hurting from the sudden lack of oxygen. And they were only playing.. He shook his head, almost tripping from the odd movement. 'Stop thinking like that...' Another turn. A dead end. He glanced down the alley, but couldn't see the humanoids.
'It's just a trick...' And yet he was caught, trapped in a corner. Still no hunter approached. He looked from one side to another, then up. A meter or so above his head he caught glimpse of a window frame. He stepped forward, turning to study the window. It was only the frame, the glass had been kicked out and so had most of the actual frame. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt the boy measured the distance. If he was lucky enough he could reach the frame, if not... Kai didn't want to think of that.
He threw the shirt up to the window. It landed nice and easily on the frame making no more than a simple layer of protection against the broken framework. The boy himself followed, jumping with all his might at the broken window, his feet sliding against the concrete wall, fingers grasping at the frame, but not getting hold. He fell to the ground, groaning with the pain from his rear. He rose to his feet, glaring at the window and made a new try. He cursed as his grip almost slipped because of the shirt, but he managed to get a better hold of the frame and pull himself up.
The humanoids were still not to be seen.
He thoughtfully pulled the shirt back on, staring out the broken window. He could not see far, the darkness concealing what might be hiding out there.
Everything in the house was dirty and broken. The stench was strong and so were the bloody stains on the floor and walls. There had been a family in this house, but they were no more. He found burned photos along the way through the house. Photos and possessions. He had stopped thinking about it seconds after he entered the house. Not thinking was the only way to not go crazy in battle or at murder scenes. He had learned this years ago, and still it was hard to do when everything was so damaged. Destroyed. The sword scraped the banister on his way down the stairs. The sound woke him up a little. As he exited the house, all thoughts of death was left behind. This was not his battle.
Outside everything looked like it had when he entered the house. Except the concrete on the ground. He instantly missed the soft feeling.
Where were the hunters? Had they surrendered to fate and let him go? It was mere tricks, he knew that. They just waited for him to relax. He never did.
Trotting down an alley he saw the first car since he had arrived at this horrible place. Faint clicks.
Of course he ran. Their aim were more precise now, and he felt one bullet after another passing him so close he could hear it whistle. For a moment he wondered if they would hit him if he stopped fleeing, but he was not in the mood for testing at the moment. And then the alley stopped. A wall fit for climbing was to his left, but the barbed wire on top of it, and the fabric and skin in the conner made him reconsider.
The boy turned around, facing his robotic followers. He drew the sword before they got close enough to stop him. A mechanic voice talked to him in a language he had never heard before. His entire body stiffened in a defensive position, and his eyes were locked on the group of hunters. All of them raised their odd and awkwardly looking weapons which reminded him of flash lights. Probably deadly flash lights. He raise his hand and a flame formed in his palm. The hunters took a step back but not more, not moving an inch more. Like a living fence they stood there, watching him behind their blank red specs.
The only sound he could hear was his own heartbeat.
A sudden movement made him look to his left, only to be met by the grin of a large wolf like creature. The seconds of shock was enough for the hunters to attack him. The flames met metal and rubber, the sword flesh and fur as the dog tried to bite off his head. Then a red hot pain in his back, his muscles stiffening. So much pain. A smell of burned flesh was the last he sensed before he lost consciousness.
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