Memories (BSD fanfic)

Chapter 1

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Pale skin bloomed a soft pink underneath the scorching sunlight and the calm blue sea crashed against the rocks which carries the destroyed former buildings and remains of trucks with damaged trafficking goods. The eyelids fluttered among one of the bodies that lay in the destruction before it closed again, the female groaned while the sunlight greeted her sore eyes harshly. Lifting up her hand, (Y/n) opened up her eyes once more, adjusting to the harsh light and tested out the rest of her limbs before moving up into a sitting position. She regretted moving so suddenly when a loud crack was heard from her back.

Her neck throbbed in pain as she stretched her body, trying to get rid of the cricks in her, the (h/c) haired girl hissing at the sudden shock of pain rushing through her lower body and dusted off all the small rocks and concrete dust. (Y/n) grabbed the rubbles over her legs and heaved it up, wincing at the sight of one shattered leg before sighing, pushed a few strands of her hair out of her face and let out a few sentences filled with nothing but curses that will have God washing her mouth with soap.

A distant ringing echoed through the battlefield where her enemies laid snapped her out of her thoughts and she cursed again, not caring if she was too loud because most of the bodies are currently out of order.

Unconscious or dead.

Grumbling, (Y/n) stood up and limped her way towards the ringing noise, lowering down to grab a gun before shooting at the man who was twitching ever so slightly. Now arriving at the phone, which definitely needed to be replaced now considering it's literally cracked, she swiped up a few times on the green icon and frowned at how it slowed a few times before spatting out a blob of blood to the side.

'How did it survive?'

(Y/n) promptly ignored her protesting muscles as she answered it, the disgusting voice making its way through the empty battlefield the moment she answered.

"Hello (Y/n)-kun, I assume that it's been taken care of?"

(Y/n) clicked her tongue silently, answering with a silent 'duh' before answering it outside of her mental realm with respect that wasn't actually respect but it was still respect.

"Good evening Boss, everything has been taken care of, I have already sent those information to Ozaki-san. Your suspicions was right as always." (Y/n) reported as she surveyed the area damaged and calculated the cost mentally because that was a lot of civilian buildings destroyed.

"Perfect as always, you may head back."

"Thank you Boss."

Click.

The line went dead and (Y/n) quickly memorised the numbers that were important before tossing it over the rocks and into the ocean and grabbed a stray gun underneath a pile of rubble beside her feet.

One shot. A sniper who was crawling slumped down.

Two shot. The camera which had a red dot flashing crackled and died.

The third shot went towards the ability user who are capable of bringing up past trauma and use it against their victims.

(Y/n) tossed the empty gun aside, lifting up her wrist and bit into the leather ribbon to pull it off her wrist. Both hands lifted up to tie her hair and there, sitting on her wrist was the code A5176.

A code solely given to her by the fucking government when she woke up in a goddamn experimental tube.

The wind blew across the battleground and all that's left are remains of her enemies.