Fighting / 8:18 PM
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Friday, 13 April. 0205hrs.
Singapore
Catherine
‘Its all over…Its all over…Its all over…’she mumbled to herself. One of the demons had been pouncing on her, and she thought that her life was going to end.
Seeing her in such a situation, Walker could not help but grin. There he was, who had just tackled the impending monster, and stood over her, who had fallen down in her haste to escape.
‘Oh!! You came!’ she said, unable to keep out the relief from saturating every word. ‘What are you doing with that stupid glowing blade anyway?’
‘It’s a katana. And it can kill. Man, it also feels that heavy.’ Walker countered. ‘But hey, I just saved your life, and what you could say is about the blade in my--’
He did not get to finish his sentence.
Pouncing on her, Walker managed to grab her and roll away before an axe planted itself where Catherine was a few moments ago.
‘You did it aga--’Catherine started, but Walker cut him short. ’No time for small talk. Get away from these … monstrosities first.’
As Catherine ran away with her, she was comforted at the tight grip from Allen’s hand. It gave her sense of security, and it took her away from the nightmares that gave furious pursuit.
‘Run first. With the blade, I could take out at least one with this bade on every corner.’ Walker commanded. It was no time for arguments, and she feverishly hoped the element of surprise is enough to take them down.
After running for a while, she met a dead end.
Twenty more of those demons confronted her.
When Walker was catching up, he was shouting,’One stab for each of those hunters was all it took. That’s so…’
He saw it too.
Then, without another moment’s hesitation, he charged straight into the small army.
Catherine cried; it was hard to see the love of her life¹ charge straight into a killing field. Moreover, it was for her too.
After waiting for around an eternity (for Catherine, that is), he emerged from the cloud of smoke. Battered, bruised, cut, coughing and spluttering from the smog but otherwise very alive.
‘Do not ever do that sort of thing again!!’ Now was Catherine’s turn to pounce on her, hugging him furiously.
‘It’s all over now… All over. We are safe.’
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¹: At that time, that is. Women are as fickle as a guttering candle.
That fateful night… / 8:15 PM
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
That fateful night…Friday, 13 April. 0200hrs.
Singapore
Walker
‘Zzzzzzz… Zzzzzzz…’. Allen groggily woke up from his phone’s vibration from the incoming message.
‘Why the heck is a message coming in so early?’ he mumbled to himself. Flipping open the handphone, the display screen showed: “Catherine,1 message.” Hmm…he mused. She as few reasons why she could send a message so early in the morning. Lets see why.
In contrast to the previous days’ messages, this was badly typed out. Not like her. Walker was albeit nervous. Ovur tn m hre fas nd hp. There was no explanation whatsoever. He deducted that the whole message should be like: Over to my house fast, need help. He shivered at the thought of her needing his help, so late at night. Or maybe it was a progress in their relationship, she needing him so late in the night.......Whatever.. Lets just go.
En route to her house, he discovered a blade. A katana, to be exact. Hmm… nice blade, but no same guy would leave a blade lying outside on my doorstep.. Fine, I’ll just take it.
Running to her house, his ears picked out sounds of distant collapses of material nearby. He made haste and sprinted instead. The next scenes horrified him.
There was at least seven of those monstrosities chasing after her. They had a visible scar across their face, running usually diagonally, but some have it vertically or horizontally. They carry humane looks, but are nowhere near being human. Bloodshot and bulging eyes, deathly white skin and contorted facial features. They possess bulging muscles and weapons. Knifes, blades, guns, axes-- you name them, they carry them. They are also not limited to one single weapon. They have many other weapons slung around, or half-tucked into their tearing pants.
Suddenly, I noticed that my blade (finders keepers, bleh) started glowing through its cover. Not just that, it also started vibrating. Well, that’s new, I mused. A blade vibrating and shining. Any more special effects? ¹
Then he saw her. If not for the critical situation, he would already have killed himself² for not noticing her. She was running away from the devils, but it was as fleeting as a wisp of smoke from a fog. He watched horrifically as she was being chased after the demons.
It was time to end that.
With a hell of a battle cry, he brandished his sword and charged.
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¹: Sarcasm always works.
²: Metaphorically, not literally, of course. Sometimes other humans can be so dense.