30 Days A Revenant, III

[April 11th]

Marisa had been called in for a violent American nationalist that day. She stepped in to the main hall, flags of every country flanking her as she went down, doors at regular intervals -

- and there stood her foe at the other end, fifty feet separating them, blonde curls and a pink suit,; with a laugh, she aimed her palms forward as she rushed ahead, bullets erupting outward -

- and pockmarking him dead in an instant. She nodded careful as she stepped up to his corpse, crouching down to scan, and in the next instant -

- a familiar hand shot to the back of her neck and smashed her against the wall; she grunted as she thrashed and broke free, and as she turned -

- she saw three copies of the man, six hands readying to pummel her -

" - Boudoir!" she shouted, throwing her palms out -

- and a set of spikes erupted out of her hands -

- that cleaved two heads off, third one at her right dodging narrowly underneath -

- and her fist smashed his chest in a crunch of blood; the pain staggered him back, and as he fell down, blood falling on his face -

" - D4C!"

- and he disappeared, leaving a panting Marisa with eyes around, puddle of blood still below -

- and underneath it appeared a healed copy of the man, another two bursting out of the doors at her left&right. A rip of fabric from her dress formed a sword, and a whirl of Boudoir went through the hideous torsos -

- and two swept with the speed of light back against the walls slamming the doors shut on themselves -

- and as they opened again, four new clones appeared each, all healed as she stepped back up the hall, turning as they rushed towards her, fists meeting with her blade. Sixteen hands shot to her grip, yanking and thrashing desperately -

- and ripping it from her hands; her sword hardened to a brittle durability, shattering to dust in their hands, and as their fists sought her chest -

- she laughed as her dress hardened to concrete, dozens of knuckles cracking and bending as they hit the fabric. She swept back and away, ripping a softer strand out her chest, and to one man's neck it shot&gripped -

- and the true spectacle began then, ripping the man up and smashing him against his brethren, strand sweeping wildly across the hall and smashing the eight clones, broken bones and blood bursting as they fell, and in a second sweep -

- that caught only air as the gripped man disappeared; with a grunt, she stepped back and rushed away, hearing one man fleeing from the crowd and running back through another door, and in the next instant -

- he burst out of the back of her dress, knife suddenly in-hand as he slit her throat; she gagged and thrashed, bucking off the zealous upstart, wild and hasty spray of bullets behind as she staggered ahead. A rip of fabric from her dress, and the fashionista threw it in to her wound, new flesh forming, an ability she had learned over the year as she ran up the hall.

She turned, still seeing the swarm rushing for her; with no option left, her bullets erupted out her plans again, carving to bits the men as she sprayed -

- another man burst out of her dress's back - but the next scene was instant.

"Boudoir." she grunted, ripping her hands back, ripping and forming solid points to her dress -

- and laughing as she felt the next clones impaled instantly, corpses hanging off her back as the original appeared from another ahead, fifty feet separating the two -

- and sighing as she saw the swarm of clones rise again.

'Gotta kill him instantly, like.'

With a sigh, she stepped ahead as they rushed for her, throwing her fabric left&right -

- and a set of walls formed a chokepoint for the swarm, clones stepping carefully ahead, walls of solid Boudoir blocking their flank; ahead, she saw one man laugh. His hands swept to his back, and in the next instant -

- he threw a bizarre projectile forward; a second Marisa, screaming with the speed of a fashionista towards her -

- but the next scene was instant. She swept to the side, throwing a ball of Boudoir that formed a mattress on the wall behind -

- and in to the soft material smashed the other fashionista, shrieking as she stood -

" - don't!" she shouted - " - don't touch me! I'm you!"

" - uh, obviously -" laughed the original Marisa - " - he pulls shit from other dimensions, right?"

" - right -" nodded the second Marisa, bullets carving the swarm through the chokepoint ahead - " - but we can't like, touch each other, okay?"

" - got it." chimed the original Marisa, careful not to touch as she kept to the back wall, steady spray of full auto Boudoir cracking red skulls ahead.

The ranks quickly dwindled ahead, and with a nod, the original Marisa shattered the Boudoir walls, seeing the original master rushing back down the hall and seeking the flags at the back -

" - no you don't!" shouted the second Marisa, rushing forward, her otherworldly clone cold at her heels as she ran ahead - " - Boudoir!"

- a set of strands erupted out of her palms, plastering the flags to the wall, no possibility of travel for the original man on then -

" - now!" shouted Marisa original, the two ripping new swords from their dresses, throwing them forward -

- and the keen ends sliced their foe in to three pieces, two laughing as he fell rigid and dead in an instant.

"Man." grinned original Marisa -

- and sighed as she found the hall empty, her clone gone.

"… I'll miss you." she muttered, crouching down to scan.

[April 12th]

Mia had been called in to a bank robbery that day, and as she entered the building -

- there, at the other end, fifty feet separating them, a man standing in a pool of water -

- and a watery streak connecting the two. With a sigh, she sent her electrical scarabs in to the pool -

- but Matoi's words from last March shot across her mind, and as a miniscule current shot through the water -

- her foe cackled, not catching it. "Congratulations - Swarm! Pump becomes -more- powerful with electricity, not -"

" - you actually exist?" groaned Mia, starting her rush forward -

- and her sword cleaved his head from his shoulders in a geyser of blood.

She sighed as she scanned, and sent a message out.

(Mia) "Thank you."

(Matoi) "?"

[April 13th]

Matoi had been called in to a local suitstore, hoping to find a local serial killer who targeted only women. The clerk at the other end waved her down, door right behind him, and she kept careful at the front doors.

"Ms. Rain-On-A-Wedding. His name is K-"

- a hand shot out of the door and gripped the man's neck, and in the next instant -

- his body exploded in a dozen chunks of gore; and out of the door stepped a man she knew as her foe, black tie with catlike skulls on them, a hundred feet separating he and she. With no time to waste, the traditional barrage flew out of her shoulders, cutting the air and hitting the man dead-on -

- and she sighed as he still stood underneath the explosions; mind quicker than her instincts, she gripped a missile out of her shoulder and threw it forward -

" - Killer Queen!" shouted the man, tapping the metal projectile -

- and it exploded in a storm of shards, Matoi nodding, her theory confirmed.

'Either explosive resistant - or explosions. Why am I always called in for this?'

Ahead, he crouched down low, hands tapping the floor as he spoke - " - Killer Queen has already turned this floor in to a bomb."

His fingers snapped, and in the next instant, the entire floor began to explode -

- but the next scene was instant. She leaped up as a missile flew above, gripping her own volley and launched up to the ceiling; the floor burst and buckled below, wooden rubble collapsing as the man fell down - but she couldn't stay for long.

Her missile's velocity began to slow; a second volley flew to the ceiling, and as her hand reached for it -

- she cursed herself as she fell too quickly, missing it and falling back down to the rubble below, shards of wood entering her back as she landed -

" - Killer Queen has already turned the rest of it in to a bomb!" he shouted, and in the next instant -

- he heard an explosion burst the ceiling above his head -

- and the rain of rubble smashed his skull in, Matoi laughing as she rushed ahead, laser carving him to bits as she came within range.

'Amateur.'

[April 14th]

Over the year, the fashionista had accrued a lesbian stalker, unbeknownst to her until that day in the avenue. She set out down the sidewalk, and in the next instant -

- someone tapped her shoulder; with the speed of light she turned -

- and saw a woman with a blue beanie and a smile.

"Uh, hi." said Marisa, stepping out of breathing range. "Do you need something?"

"You." chimed the woman. "I need a beautiful girlfriend - like you."

Marisa stifled a frown, knowing women's persistence well. "…uh."

"Can - will you go out with me?"

"Um, no." winced Marisa. "Sorry, but -"

- the woman's face turned angered; she shoved Marisa back -

" - you'll be mine, one way or - a-another -" she panted -

- and Marisa groaned as she felt herself start to shrink, the relative giant woman starting to back away -

" - Boudoir!" she shouted, flashing her palms forward; a volley of bullets erupted outward -

- and the woman caught them, shrinking them microscopic in an instant, starting to run away. With the fervor of a fashionista, Marisa rushed down the sidewalk in pursuit, as small as a spider now, leaping desperately over cracks in the sidewalk as she ran, and as she came within range of the woman's shoes -

- a strand erupted from her palm and yanked her to the ground, strength of an ant in her as she pulled back the woman-loving-woman. With no time to waste, she rushed up to the woman's ankle, forming a sword as she climbed up, slashing and hacking ferociously at it -

- the woman's grip shot to her and yanked her back, trapping her between her fingers, only her head peeking out as she struggled and writhed. The woman stood again, speaking direct to her.

"Can we date now?"

"Uh…" Marisa winced, pulling slowly her right arm free. "If you - unshrink me, maybe…"

"But I like you like this!" preened the woman, and in the next instant -

- a volley of bullets shot through her right eyeball; she shrieked as her grip tightened -

- but the next scene was instant. Boudoir's dress turned slippery and loose; and out of her hand Marisa slipped, Boudoir's tanktop on her as she fell on to the woman's chest. With no time to waste, she rushed between the two mountains, seeking the valley of neck up ahead -

" - bad! Bad girl!" shouted the woman; beside, Marisa felt her pull something out of her pocket -

- and the keen end of an open jar slammed shut on her, trapping her within; the woman yanked it horizontal, causing Marisa to slide in to the glass prison, a quick lid trapped her further as the woman sat up -

" - behind you!" laughed the woman; Marisa turned -

- and saw an enormous tarantula at the other end.

"It's such a poisonous species." chimed the woman, setting the jar horizontal and beside her. "One bite could kill you. I hope it doesn't, though. If you want to be freed - tap the lid three times."

The woman nodded, closing her eyes.

"Marisa, Marisa. We could make so many wonderful outfits together. You could sit on my face hard enough that I drown in your ass." She smiled and nodded. "Every man would be jealous of me. Your heroic girlfriend can't be this cute, they would say -"

- and her eyes opened as she heard the jar shatter; and in the next instant -

- the keen end of a spider's fangs pierced her wrist; she shrieked as she threw her hand up -

- and there was the true rider, Marisa with Boudoir's reigns having tamed the majestic beast; a rip of her reins, and the creature leaped down to the woman's ankle, Marisa sweeping down with sword drawn -

- and cleaved clear off her foot in a shower of blood; the woman screamed, feeling the poison claim her veins -

- and falling unconscious from shock in the next, Marisa growing to her normal size a second later.

"…man. What a weirdo." murmured Marisa, stepping up to scan -

- and frowning as she heard something crunch underneath her boot.