Post by Chaya Black on Jul 29, 2017 18:35:32 GMT
Falling rain. Ruins to all sides. The sounds of battle could be heard in the distance. A young girl stood in the shadow of a broken building, listening to voices of her parents through her cellphone she clasped in one hand. A loud roar sent static through the speaker, before a loud boom and then silence came across the line. Only moments later, the chilling sound of a dial tone was all she could hear. Slumping against the wall, the girl slowly slid to a seated position, staring upwards into the night sky. Her blue eyes reflected the cold moon, casting its haunting light across the desolate landscape.
Alone, soaked by the falling rain, the girl began sobbing towards the unforgiving sky.
“Dammit, get back here!” The angry voice of a man crossed the alley behind the blonde teenager, as she sprinted down it’s paved path. Stopping for a moment, she grabbed a broom that was leaning against a doorway. Muttering a short word of thanks and apology to the owner of the broom, the girl turned to face her pursuers.
Two large brutes dashed into view. One was breathing heavily, while the other appeared angry beyond words. The two saw her broom and paused in shock. The taller man, the one who was out of breath, set his hand on the shorter man’s shoulder, before speaking under his breath. “The boss said not to mess with her unless she was unarmed; and to make sure we didn’t get separated while taking her on.”
“She has the title to that old man’s shop; if we go back empty-handed, it’ll be our necks. You’re 260 pounds of muscle, bro! You’ve broken men twice her size into pieces without breaking a sweat. Besides, if she refuses to give up quietly…” The shorter man reached into his jacket, grasping something within. He pulled it out slowly, revealing a semi-automatic pistol. He reached into his pocket, pulling out an object the girl recognized. When he started attaching it to the front of the pistol, the girl’s suspicions were confirmed. The man had brought a silenced pistol to a fist fight. “...I’ll use this.”
“Remember we can’t murder anyone, bro.” The larger man stepped past the shorter man, flexing his shoulders. His size became more evident as he stepped closer to the girl. She clutched the broom tighter in her palms, as the huge man stopped three feet in front of her. He looked down on her, as he stood more than two feet taller than her. A huge grin split his face, as he muttered in his low, gravelly voice. “Be a good girl, and give us the paper. We have your boss in our base downtown; if you refuse, we’ll be forced to hurt him and you. We don’t wan- GAH!”
His eyes widened in shock, as the girl shot forward, adjusting her grasp on the broom. Sliding her hands together and thrusting upwards, she slammed the end of the broom handle into his throat. As her blow landed firmly, she stepped sideways against his chest. Sweeping the broom once in both directions, she split his feet apart with the force of the motion. Kicking the straw end of the broom, she sent the wooden shaft upwards into his groin, assisting the motion with her clenched fist and muscle. The large man staggered back, his hands going to his most delicate of places. Walking forward, the girl slapped her palm against his chest. Weakened by her sudden, brutal assault, the man collapsed on his back, struggling to breathe and not wanting to be assaulted further. Setting a single, black shoe on the large guy’s forehead, the blonde teenager glared at his shorter, gun-bearing companion.
“Oi, short-stuff. Who is this ‘boss’ of yours? I’m going to be nice and offer you the chance to tell this delicate maid your secrets.” She ground her foot into the large man’s forehead when he uttered a groan, ending his sound with a pained gasp. She spun the broom around, setting it on her shoulder. A savage grin crossed the girl’s face, as the short man yanked his gun up and aimed it at her. She raised her arms slowly and began walking forward. “You want to make this pathetic hold-up a murder? I don’t think you have the balls, Goushujin-sama.”
The short-man screamed in rage and fear, pulling the trigger on the weapon. The girl’s head snapped to one side, as the broom handle exploded from the round. She sighed in irritation and tossed the broken cleaning tool to one side.
“Ruining good cleaning supplies is the mark of a real boor.” She commented, before looking up at the man. He was trembling, but his look of fear was gone. He’d already fired the weapon once. Two times, three times, the rest of the clip...his reluctance to use the weapon was gone. The girl sighed, as he shifted his aim towards her. She let her foot slide off the face of the large man, before hopping backwards. She landed in a curtsy, skirt spreading outwards as she let her stance sink downwards. He pulled the trigger, as she spun to one side. A round missed her narrowly, ricocheting off the pavement with a resounding crack. She landed in a sprinter’s stance, before dashing forward on all fours. He fired another round, which she dove to one side to avoid. His impatience was growing, as the man started firing rounds wildly. She was changing her stances, rolling off the ground, bouncing off walls, and flipping through the air. She heard the click of an empty slide as she landed six feet from the man. He reached into his jacket, as the girl shot forward into a dead-sprint.
“Dammit!” His cry echoed through the alley, as he tried to yank a magazine from his pocket. He managed, ejecting the empty magazine with a flick of his wrist. As he thrust the magazine towards the slot, a palm shot into the path. A leather glove closed firmly around the metal magazine, crushing the bullets and casing as it shut into a fist. The man’s gaze slowly traveled up to the grinning face of the girl, as she brought her fist back. The blonde girl slammed her leather glove down, stopping just shy of slamming her fist into his head. Rapping her knuckles against the side of his temple was all it took, knocking the man unconscious. Slowly rising to her feet, a coy smirk crossed her lips.
Five minutes later, two men found themselves tied up in just their underwear outside a police station. There was a messy note scribbled on the chest of the largest man. It read ‘Two bad guys, courtesy of the Maid. The police officers took the two into custody, adding them to the growing roster of Maid casualties. The chief still demanded the officers go out and arrest this mysterious vigilante; if he laid off the donuts and actually left the station, he’d learn about the true identity of the Maid.
“And that’s the last bit needed! Master, go to heaven and stay there!” Placing the final candle in the proper position, the young woman knelt in front of the tiny altar in the corner of the bathroom and started to pray.
“Don’t just kill me yet, you precocious brat!” An elderly, angry voice spoke from behind her. The maid rolled to the side, reversing her position and catching the chop aimed at her head-dress. The old man shifted his stance, sending a knee towards the girl’s unguarded chin. She leapt backwards using her knees, landing on the edge of the toilet’s basin, raising her guard and kicking outwards with a foot. The old man spun to the side, avoiding the kick to the face. The two exchanged a flurry of blows, ending with the girl standing on the ceiling, held aloft by a single finger of the old man. Her fist shook from his guard and her weight, before he turned and stepped out of the tiny bathroom, letting the girl fall to the ground inside. He sighed and glanced over his shoulder. “You run into the debt collectors?”
“Yes. You were aiming for this, right!?” The girl reached inside her bra, only for her eyes to widen in shock. Pulling her dress away from her chest, the girl checked for the documents she’d hidden within. The old man flicked his hand out, revealing the title to the tiny store and house they stood in. The girl sighed in irritation and replaced her dress, shifting the front to ensure everything was properly aligned. “Old pervert.”
“You’re too young for my tastes, brat.” The old man folded the papers and returned them to his sleeve. He paused in the door and looked back at the maid. “It’s been two years today...are you doing okay, Chaya?”
The girl paused in shock; she didn’t realize the old man had kept track of that. Clenching her hands into fists, the girl nodded and grinned at the old man.
“Of course. My parents died doing what they loved. Protecting those unable to protect themselves. It’s my responsibility as their daughter to live my life just as fully. Keep teaching me to become stronger in the Way of the Maid, old man!”
The old man stared at the young blonde, with her huge grin and clenched fists. He saw the tremble in her grip, and knew the worries that lay there. He only nodded in response, before turning away. I can’t dismiss your pain, Chaya. All I can do is teach you what I know. But...if you follow this path, there are things you will face, trials that only a true Maid can surpass...and as you are currently, there’s no way for you to conquer them.
Alone, soaked by the falling rain, the girl began sobbing towards the unforgiving sky.
“Dammit, get back here!” The angry voice of a man crossed the alley behind the blonde teenager, as she sprinted down it’s paved path. Stopping for a moment, she grabbed a broom that was leaning against a doorway. Muttering a short word of thanks and apology to the owner of the broom, the girl turned to face her pursuers.
Two large brutes dashed into view. One was breathing heavily, while the other appeared angry beyond words. The two saw her broom and paused in shock. The taller man, the one who was out of breath, set his hand on the shorter man’s shoulder, before speaking under his breath. “The boss said not to mess with her unless she was unarmed; and to make sure we didn’t get separated while taking her on.”
“She has the title to that old man’s shop; if we go back empty-handed, it’ll be our necks. You’re 260 pounds of muscle, bro! You’ve broken men twice her size into pieces without breaking a sweat. Besides, if she refuses to give up quietly…” The shorter man reached into his jacket, grasping something within. He pulled it out slowly, revealing a semi-automatic pistol. He reached into his pocket, pulling out an object the girl recognized. When he started attaching it to the front of the pistol, the girl’s suspicions were confirmed. The man had brought a silenced pistol to a fist fight. “...I’ll use this.”
“Remember we can’t murder anyone, bro.” The larger man stepped past the shorter man, flexing his shoulders. His size became more evident as he stepped closer to the girl. She clutched the broom tighter in her palms, as the huge man stopped three feet in front of her. He looked down on her, as he stood more than two feet taller than her. A huge grin split his face, as he muttered in his low, gravelly voice. “Be a good girl, and give us the paper. We have your boss in our base downtown; if you refuse, we’ll be forced to hurt him and you. We don’t wan- GAH!”
His eyes widened in shock, as the girl shot forward, adjusting her grasp on the broom. Sliding her hands together and thrusting upwards, she slammed the end of the broom handle into his throat. As her blow landed firmly, she stepped sideways against his chest. Sweeping the broom once in both directions, she split his feet apart with the force of the motion. Kicking the straw end of the broom, she sent the wooden shaft upwards into his groin, assisting the motion with her clenched fist and muscle. The large man staggered back, his hands going to his most delicate of places. Walking forward, the girl slapped her palm against his chest. Weakened by her sudden, brutal assault, the man collapsed on his back, struggling to breathe and not wanting to be assaulted further. Setting a single, black shoe on the large guy’s forehead, the blonde teenager glared at his shorter, gun-bearing companion.
“Oi, short-stuff. Who is this ‘boss’ of yours? I’m going to be nice and offer you the chance to tell this delicate maid your secrets.” She ground her foot into the large man’s forehead when he uttered a groan, ending his sound with a pained gasp. She spun the broom around, setting it on her shoulder. A savage grin crossed the girl’s face, as the short man yanked his gun up and aimed it at her. She raised her arms slowly and began walking forward. “You want to make this pathetic hold-up a murder? I don’t think you have the balls, Goushujin-sama.”
The short-man screamed in rage and fear, pulling the trigger on the weapon. The girl’s head snapped to one side, as the broom handle exploded from the round. She sighed in irritation and tossed the broken cleaning tool to one side.
“Ruining good cleaning supplies is the mark of a real boor.” She commented, before looking up at the man. He was trembling, but his look of fear was gone. He’d already fired the weapon once. Two times, three times, the rest of the clip...his reluctance to use the weapon was gone. The girl sighed, as he shifted his aim towards her. She let her foot slide off the face of the large man, before hopping backwards. She landed in a curtsy, skirt spreading outwards as she let her stance sink downwards. He pulled the trigger, as she spun to one side. A round missed her narrowly, ricocheting off the pavement with a resounding crack. She landed in a sprinter’s stance, before dashing forward on all fours. He fired another round, which she dove to one side to avoid. His impatience was growing, as the man started firing rounds wildly. She was changing her stances, rolling off the ground, bouncing off walls, and flipping through the air. She heard the click of an empty slide as she landed six feet from the man. He reached into his jacket, as the girl shot forward into a dead-sprint.
“Dammit!” His cry echoed through the alley, as he tried to yank a magazine from his pocket. He managed, ejecting the empty magazine with a flick of his wrist. As he thrust the magazine towards the slot, a palm shot into the path. A leather glove closed firmly around the metal magazine, crushing the bullets and casing as it shut into a fist. The man’s gaze slowly traveled up to the grinning face of the girl, as she brought her fist back. The blonde girl slammed her leather glove down, stopping just shy of slamming her fist into his head. Rapping her knuckles against the side of his temple was all it took, knocking the man unconscious. Slowly rising to her feet, a coy smirk crossed her lips.
Five minutes later, two men found themselves tied up in just their underwear outside a police station. There was a messy note scribbled on the chest of the largest man. It read ‘Two bad guys, courtesy of the Maid. The police officers took the two into custody, adding them to the growing roster of Maid casualties. The chief still demanded the officers go out and arrest this mysterious vigilante; if he laid off the donuts and actually left the station, he’d learn about the true identity of the Maid.
“And that’s the last bit needed! Master, go to heaven and stay there!” Placing the final candle in the proper position, the young woman knelt in front of the tiny altar in the corner of the bathroom and started to pray.
“Don’t just kill me yet, you precocious brat!” An elderly, angry voice spoke from behind her. The maid rolled to the side, reversing her position and catching the chop aimed at her head-dress. The old man shifted his stance, sending a knee towards the girl’s unguarded chin. She leapt backwards using her knees, landing on the edge of the toilet’s basin, raising her guard and kicking outwards with a foot. The old man spun to the side, avoiding the kick to the face. The two exchanged a flurry of blows, ending with the girl standing on the ceiling, held aloft by a single finger of the old man. Her fist shook from his guard and her weight, before he turned and stepped out of the tiny bathroom, letting the girl fall to the ground inside. He sighed and glanced over his shoulder. “You run into the debt collectors?”
“Yes. You were aiming for this, right!?” The girl reached inside her bra, only for her eyes to widen in shock. Pulling her dress away from her chest, the girl checked for the documents she’d hidden within. The old man flicked his hand out, revealing the title to the tiny store and house they stood in. The girl sighed in irritation and replaced her dress, shifting the front to ensure everything was properly aligned. “Old pervert.”
“You’re too young for my tastes, brat.” The old man folded the papers and returned them to his sleeve. He paused in the door and looked back at the maid. “It’s been two years today...are you doing okay, Chaya?”
The girl paused in shock; she didn’t realize the old man had kept track of that. Clenching her hands into fists, the girl nodded and grinned at the old man.
“Of course. My parents died doing what they loved. Protecting those unable to protect themselves. It’s my responsibility as their daughter to live my life just as fully. Keep teaching me to become stronger in the Way of the Maid, old man!”
The old man stared at the young blonde, with her huge grin and clenched fists. He saw the tremble in her grip, and knew the worries that lay there. He only nodded in response, before turning away. I can’t dismiss your pain, Chaya. All I can do is teach you what I know. But...if you follow this path, there are things you will face, trials that only a true Maid can surpass...and as you are currently, there’s no way for you to conquer them.
