AlterMyth - A Hololive Fanfiction

My Sunshines

Prologue

Deathly silence permeated the large office of Enma, the mysterious library curator, when the first gunshots rang from the basement four stories down. Ame's heart skipped a beat and sweat dripped down her brow when her sky blue eyes met with the menacing red of the bespectacled curator.

The detective knew what those shots meant - and she guessed that Enma and her goons knew it too. Ame decided she wasn't going to let the curator and her attendants take the initiative.

She broke away from her foes and swept her eyes through the room. Three clubs and three pistols, the detective counted. She then heard Enma scoff before commanding her goons.

"Subdue her."

Ame clicked her tongue, scrambled behind a thick mahogany desk and turned it over on its side. Gunfire rang throughout the room and struck the desk while the detective steadied her breath and drew her own revolver. Even as the bullets flew and as glass shattered all around her, Ame counted the shots that her opponents fired, listened carefully to the footsteps of her opponents and watched their shadows cast against the walls.

Once she heard the clicks of empty guns, Ame popped out of cover and began returning fire. She shot two of the shooters in the chest and managed to hit the leg of one clubman, but the rest of the attendants swarmed upon her and went around the overturned desk.

From the front, a lady attendant swung a wooden club that missed Ame's head by a few centimeters. Another attendant, this time a man, swept in from behind and tried to strike Ame with a club. However, the detective was prepared for them.

She whirled around, slammed the frame of her revolver into the ambushing clubman's jaw and followed through with a strong elbow to his stomach. While the ambusher was stunned, Ame kept the cylinder gap of her revolver near the ambusher's face and pointed her gun at the club-wielding lady.

Ame pulled the trigger and shot the clubwoman in the chest. Hot gas and powder exhaust erupted from the revolver's cylinder gap and seared the ambushing clubman's face, drawing an anguished cry. That was the opening that Ame needed!

She grabbed the suffering man by the collar, shifted her own weight and shoved him into the last gunner, dropping the both of them down to the ground.

"Impressive, Miss Watson" Enma praised nonchalantly, adjusting her glasses with contempt, "You truly are as special as my superiors claimed. Even in this situation, you avoided vital points and focused on immobilizing your opponents. Truly a sharp, calculating mind."

"Oh yeah?" Ame scoffed and pointed her revolver at Enma's head, "Want me to make an exception for you?"

"You may try." Enma closed her eyes and spread her arms out as if she was giving Ame a bigger target to shoot, "However, I believe that you are the one who is misunderstanding their situation."

When Enma said this, the attendants that Ame had shot in the chest and legs scampered towards her with reckless abandon. They traced trails of blood on the polished wood floor of the office on their approach. Those bloodied attendants closed the distance with Ame with surprising speed and tried to grab her ankles.

The detective gasped and tried to run away from them, but they had her cornered. She pointed her gun down at them, but none of them backed away. A chill ran up Ame's spine as she watched the fiendish, bloodied men and women clamoring to take her down. She then took a deep breath, winced in anguish and shot one of them in the head.

The attendant that Ame shot stopped dead on the floor and her skin melted away into specks of dust that dissolved into thin air under the light of the afternoon sun. The trail of blood that it left likewise faded away too. All that was left was a now lifeless skeleton, the sharp clothes that the attendant once wore and the club it once wielded.