Reincarnated Battle.

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Immediately life left her body completely, the robot shot a black medium sized ball towards her head.

The ball enclosed her head in a translucent black goo.

The blood from her head injury started flowing freely into the goo.

It then threw another smaller black ball.

The ball burst into a large black spatial circle in the air as it started whirling at break-neck speed sucking everything in its path with great power but as the robot moved closer to Chima, the sucking pressure didn't seem to affect it even a bit.

It picked up Chima's cold dead body and threw it gently into the black whirling circle in the air.

The circle closed immediately and it opened another portal then entered it. The portal closed behind it and everything there was stilled.

Chima's P.OV.

After life left my body, my view was plunged into darkness.

Suddenly slowly, I started hearing voices, gradually they became loud, incoherent and numerous.

It was like squashing several people's thoughts into a single brain and it was brutal.

My head felt like it was expanding and contracting.

Then came pictures, too different moments of too many people's life I didn't know passing by my eyes in quick succession.

They were too fast and too bright, some were dark, some twisted.

But I couldn't see them well because they passed away too fast.

I closed my eyes to atleast stop the quick pictures but it seemed to be plastered on the lids of my eyes because I could still see them even after I closed my eyes.

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Loud noisy waves of whirring entered Chima's ears and she held them as she screamed.

She felt like her ears were bleeding.

Her mind and sanity was tearing apart and she felt she would choose death over this torture if only she wasn't already dead.

The voices were becoming louder, so were the whirrings, the pictures were passing by more frequently.

If a minute of this torture lasted, she would go insane and kill herself.

Suddenly it all came to a stop and Chima felt her body floating in a dark volume less space.

As suddenly as the feeling came she felt a force dragging her behind like she was falling.

Then came back all the loud voices and pictures and the loud whirring sounds in full momentum until she felt suddenly the solid ground on her back and it all went away as suddenly as it came.

It was dark again....Oh, that was just because her eyes were closed.

Chima opened her eyes to a silver metallic looking ceiling, she blinked and it became darker.

She realized that she was lying on the ground with her limbs vertical.

She sat up very quietly and realised that there was that feeling of extreme excitement was in her.

Adrenaline was pumping at such a high pressure into her blood!

Speaking of blood, she felt her head and part of her back soaked in something sticky.

She suddenly heard the sound of heavy banging behind her,

"~Where are you Kiran?~" A voice sang behind her. 'Who's Kiran?'

For some reason she felt chills down her spine at sound of this voice.

Something told her that the owner of this voice wasn't going to give her a peaceful death once it found her.

Chima looked about her, the place seemed to be a futuristic abandoned Chemical storehouse.

Underline the word futuristic and abandoned.

The entire place was quite dark and from where Chima was, she could faintly see alot of strange gadgets, gizmos and technologies but they seemed broken and didn't seemed to be working anymore.

She heard quiet footsteps.

Every three or more footsteps she heard was responded with a violent bang knocking somethings she felt were really expensive.

But the footsteps was getting closer and closer by the second, "Where are you, girl?"

Another bang and she knew she needed to get out of her hiding place but body instinct shouted her not to move even an inch.

But her own instinct told her that if she stayed her a minute longer the thing chasing her would catch up to her and destroy her.

It was like there were two people fighting inside her.

Somehow Chima felt like the thing chasing her, was deliberately toying with her and that it knew where she was.

Suddenly the voice gasped comically and said,

"I think.....I know where you are.."

Suddenly everywhere was quiet, oddly quiet. Chima's heart beated so loudly she feared that thing would hear it....And it did.

"The sound of your heart beating so erratically make my mouth water,"

Chima felt the huge cold clutches of fear clasp round her heart. She knew that thing wasn't joking about her heartbeat.

She heard suddenly the sound of the quiet footsteps of the thing by her right and decided that she would attack the thing even if it meant that would be the last thing she did.

She looked about her and only realised the all black outfit she wore, which covered every part of her body, it has spatial looking sparkles all over it and would have proved a fashion trend in her world if there weren't horrifying slashes on the outfit ruining it.

But the clothes didn't look torn but broken and yet it was so flexible.

Underneath the holes on the clothes were huge, painful looking gnashes on her skin.

That was when she noticed that there was blood all over the outfit and she herself.

She also noticed the pain on the side of her face and touched it.

She flinched before drawing her hand back, it seemed like a large wound.

She looked around for any weapon and found covering her entire left fist a black cylindrical object on it.

She raised it up to her face staring at it without the faintest idea of what to do with it so she took her knowledge of futuristic weapons from the numerous movies she had watched and focused all of her will into the gizmo.

Immediately she did that, the upper half of it opened with several shard like pieces separated as a golden blinding light shone revealing a dangerous looking boiling bubble in the middle.

'A ray blaster.'

She looked at the blaster as a dangerous glint crossed her eyes.

The footsteps came up again and she got ready to attack the thing.

'Alright, alright..In three..'

She steadied her arm.

'Two...'

She got closer to the right.

'One!"

TBC---

M.R.