High-Rise Fight
The entire city erupted in sirens. Helicopters spread across in a terror of terrorism. It was all across the news.
Murder. Explosions. Abnormal threats. Strange deaths.
Snipers were posted up on the outskirts as the entire block went under a strict lockdown. No one was allowed to enter, and no one was allowed to leave.
Soon within five minutes of the deaths of the Royal Guards, cops pulled up to the scene.
"I want the area evacuated! Do we know how many people are on the inside?" asked the Commissioner, with his thick brown mustache and bulky uniform pressed up against a cop car.
"Sir, we got word from the Morozov Family. They said to not interfere."
The Commissioner walked up and looked down at the purple mushy bodies of the dead Royal Guards. He watched as cars lined up on the outside of the highrise building, as all his cops pointing out at the lobby. The windows. Their guns ready and locked and loaded.
"The Morozov Family? The Witch Hunters. Don't tell me this is another Witch related incident? God damn. We've had enough this month. Get me on the line with the head of the family, Olzeka Morozov."
A cop ran up to the Commissioner. He held out a phone.
"Sir! It's Olezka!"
"Speak of the devil."
He picked it up.
"You better have a good explanation for-"
Olezka spoke through in a flat serious tone, "Commissioner I want all of your forces out of this area at once. There is a threat on the way, something big coming. I would suggest staying as far away from this area as- as- "
The phone broke up.
The Commissioner tried to call back, but the number was out of commission.
"Damn... Cell Phones."
Two cops pulled up on him, their faces sweating as they looked at all the blood and murder.
"Sir, what is your order?" asked one of the cops.
"We will wait outside. We will wait until we get more heavy-duty backup. We can't deal with this level of-"
Smash!
Crash!
Boom!
The building above erupted in flames as a window on the tenth floor shattered open in an explosion.
"What's that?!" asked the second cop.
"Everyone get away from the glass!" commanded the Commissioner as glass started raining down from the sky.
Suddenly and without warning Mr. Chain jumped out of the building with Luna on his back.
Burn Spell: [Blaze Engine]
A powerful flame lit underneath his feet, like a jet engine. He was lifted up into the air, hovering high in the sky, between the two buildings, above the city streets below.
Fwoooosh!
The Purple Man stepped up to the shattered window. Blood started to seep from his ripped skin and muscles. He looked at his arms and stomach. He was slowly regenerating, but not fast enough.
"Dumb Immortality! Work faster!" He punched his gashing wound on his stomach and looked up at the hovering Mr. Chain.
"You can't run away forever Mr. Burnman!"
He bit off two of his fingers and spat the purple blood into the air.
Mr. Chain held out his right arm as Luna held on tight.
Burn Spell: [Ignite Burst]
Fwoooosh!
A wave of fire burst out from his arm, disintegrating the purple blood in an instant. But it didn't just end there, the fire continued into the building, hitting the Purple Man and knocking him back.
"Owww! Too hot. Too hot. Too..."
He watched as his purple skin disintegrated, healed. He stood up and looked over the edge of the window.
"If I can't kill him, then I will kill them."
He looked down at all the cops and their cowering heads, covered in shattered glass. He then held out his bleeding arm.
"Mr. Chain! He's going to kill the cops!" worried Luna.
"We can't get ourselves bothered with them," Mr. Chain said back, slowly lifting his flames higher and higher, burning hotter and hotter, trying to get to the roof of the Immortal Horses HQ.
"But people are going to die?" questioned Luna.
"People die all the time."
"But..."
"No buts woman! People die! You kill people. I kill people. Animals kill people. Everyone dies. Right? But you are here for a reason. You have someone who needs you. So don't worry about others"
They reached the roof. It's long square foundation, with a circular helipad in the center of it. And on the helipad sat a military-grade helicopter packed with three Immortal Soldiers.
Mr. Chain landed with his feet planted on the ground. Luna got off his back and stared across at the three Immortal Soldiers.
"Can you kill, Luna? Can you kill these Immortals?" asked Mr. Chain as he stepped back letting her take control.
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Meanwhile below, the Purple Man didn't stop with his murderous crusade.
Snap!
Crack!
He broke his arm, puncturing his veins and arteries.
Scratch!
He broke through the skin and bone-
Spray...!
Because of the punctured veins, purple blood started spraying across the sky at high lengths and volumes.
Drip-drop-drip-drop...
All the cops looked up as the sudden rain started to increase in mass.
Pitter-patter-pitter-patter...
Splash-splosh-splish-splash...
The entire street was rained on. Purple Blood everyone. All the cops...
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Make it stop..."
"The pain!"
"It burns..."
They melted as the Purple Man smirked.
Mr. Chain callously looked down on the scene, his hands in his orange pockets as he winsed and the mushed death. Meanwhile at the same time Luna held out her arm.
She took in all the pent-up resolve and fear and put it into a complicated spell.
She sacrificed all the skin, from her elbow to her fingertips.
Creation Spell: [Loaded AK-102 Carbine]
A black carbine was created in her hands. It was fully loaded with a long magazine sticking out from the bottom. The top metal nozzle pointed out. Blood dripping from her arm as she clutched it tight, on the trigger, pressing down, pointed at the helicopter.
The Immortals looked at her. Her face. Crazed with regret. With pain. Damon's pain. The pain from the past. Her past.
Mr. Chain watched, his bleeding arms now crossed.
She pressed down on the trigger
Ratatatatatatatatata...!
Thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk...
All across the grey helicopter, from one end to the other, the bullets penetrated through little holes. But she didn't stop at just the helicopter. She aimed down, spraying, firing, she hit the gas tank-
BOOOM!
The helicopter exploded.
She turned back to Mr. Chain as the three Immortal Soldiers flung out in husks of death.
"Good job."
At that moment Luna forgot about her pain and misery. About the murders, the fighting, all the crimes she committed. She forgot about her time as a bounty hunter, as an assassin, as a gun for hire. She forgot about her time with Aria and Damon. She instead reminisced on a time before all of that. Before all this hate and rage and love.
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The Netherlands.
Ten years ago.
"Luna! Luna! Wakker worden Luna!" (Luna! Luna! Wake up Luna!)
Luna woke up, her drowsy face and blonde hair balled up in a not. She rubbed her crusted eyelids and looked to the morning sun.
The cold brewing light shined through her small curtained window.
The fresh air wind blew against her curtains.
The sunshine birds sang their morning songs.
She sat up. She looked at her calendar.
"Vandaag is de dag!" (Today is the day!)