Synchronicity: Floating City

Kyo toki-sei: Tenku no shi (part 2)

“Back off!” I barked as I flung my arm out.

The solders ignored my command and urged forward, then they were stopped by a loud cough coming from one of the tanks.

“HALT!” its voice boomed across the forest.

Trees nearby shivered and snow ploughed on to the white carpet of snow. Wild animals of the winter fled.

 The door to the first tank creaked open in the misty air and out climbed out a muscular man. He was dress in a dark teal uniform: half of his face was covered by human skin, while the other half revealed its metal structure. Its inhuman eyes glowed at me with its crimson light, while his other human eye stared solemnly back at me.

“Rina Miroir de Son, I am Mykuo, second creation of Pr. Gakopode. We have come to take you back to our Leader Luka whom wishes to see you.” His voice betrayed no emotions.

I scanned the faces of all my opponents, many of them were identical, their faces were black. They're weren't all identical, I could also spot a few human drones amongst the rest of the robotic decoys, their eyes were much sunken than the robots.

“No,” I said “I don’t see the point of offering myself to your leader. She has no idea how many people she'd suffered."

“It is your fault Miroir de Son, many were killed because of you and if you want to save them then you have to come with me.” He said accusingly “But by the looks of it you won’t come unless you have a fight. Am I not right, Miroir de Son? That’s fine with us. Luka says she doesn’t care if you are a little damaged.”  

Mykuo signalled the soldiers to charge with a wiggle of his index finger. I already had my hands twisting the rod and more blue sparks leaped off the ends.

I launched my fast attack, jumping into the air, whacking a robot’s head. Its head rolled on the ground as black liquid oozed on to the snow.

My sneakers were filled with water and swished in my shoes as I danced around my opponents. I flung my rod at them. More soldiers ganged up on me. I slowly took several steps backwards as the soldiers moved along with the rhythm. The decoys' eyes were as still as glass and the drones' eyes were bloodshot, all glaring at me wanting to tear me in pieces. I did a short battle cry and cleared my way out. The rod swung from side to side, jamming it into guts and knocking heads off.

Blood and oil contaminated the pure white snow and splattered all over my face. The white ribbon that was tied around my head fell loose and slid down to my eyes. I yank the bloodstained cloth off my head and clamped it between my jaws.

As my rod touched a human’s stomach, he jerked backwards and fell on to his knees, one hand clutched on to his electrocuted stomach and another griped on to the rod. His head craned backwards, his mouth hung open, a silent scream of agony left on his face. I put more weight into his stomach, twisting the rod. Electricity flowed from one end to another as the electricity pulse through the human drone’s body. He left go of the rod and slipped away on to the ground, his pupils rolled back as he lay there lifelessly. I moved back and gasped at the damage I’ve made. The white cloth that was clamped between my jaws slipped out of my mouth and onto the pool of blood and oil.

Next moment I was force down onto my knees, still dazed, as the rod slipped out of my gasp. The image of the human drone and other dead body laid in the pool of blood and oil burned in my head.

“Someone take her to the truck!” Mykuo’s voice seemed so far away.

I had people’s blood on my hands, blood and oil streaked across my face. I’d turned out to be a murder after all. Was this what my father wanted me to do when he first handed me the rod he had invented? What’s the difference to father’s first creation that turned even after he created her, Luka the evil military leader that I’d heard so much about from the co-workers back in the orphanage, who threw the magical Imperial Princess of Synchronicity off the throne? She’d killed far more humans than I have and had created her own robotic soldiers just to hunt me down. When I was three, my father told me that I was special and told me to run when ever a military soldier came nearby. My past was a bit hazy, but I’d never forget my father’s words.