Makena crouched on top of the roof, looking at the scene below her. It was a small clearing surrounded by trees, a few crates strewn around, and men wearing camo and holding guns patrolling the place. They seemed to migrate more towards a larger crate in the middle of the field.
She cocked her head to the side, testing the wind to see how strong it was. Light; a small breeze. She smiled; this was the perfect condition anyone could ask for.
Her arm extended out with her palm out. She felt something click in her wrist, and a hole appeared in the middle of her hand. A slim black barrel peeked out until it was three centimeters long. She then aimed it at one of the men walking, and fired. No noise was made as the gun shot, only a small grunt from the victim, and then he fell.
Makena repeated the process until all the three men were fallen.
She jumped down from the top of the roof and landed silently on the ground. Approaching the crate, she looked around to see if there was anyone else about. It was too easy. When the wooden box was in front of her, she cracked opened the lid, and heard a faint rustle behind her.
She whirled around, her arm pointed at a space in the forest. It seemed to point at nothing, but Makena knew that there was something there. She let off a shot, and heard something feral cry.
Demons, she hissed. She hated the creatures.
More of them came out of the shadows, black figures that were hunched and gnarled. They had no eyes or noses, only a large mouth with long tongues. On the tips of the tongues, however, were eyes. They were slow moving creatures, as if each movement caused the pain.
Makena extended both arms now, and fired shot after shot into the demon's mouth. Each bullet hit hard and true, the creatures releasing an ear-piercing shriek before it shuddered and melted into a puddle of black stickiness.
Makena's cape fluttered as she moved and turned, dodging the demons that came too close, and firing them in the back of the head. She leaped and back-flipped, landing on crates or the beasts.
She ended up on the roof from when she first started, and surveyed her surroundings. There were too much demons here for her. She could stay here all night and the next day fighting, but she'd get nowhere. These creatures were too easy to kill, and were expendable. They were just toying with her.
She ran along the length of the roof and followed it until it led to another building. She jumped the distance easily, and continued running, her cape billowing behind her.
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The lights were off when Makena arrived at the place. The house was empty and abandoned. Just like it always had been. But she was used to it, so she didn't mind.
Before she entered, she looked around to see if there was anyone else around who might attack her. When she saw that there was no one, she dropped from the roof to an alley. Once in the safety of the shadows, she took off her mask, and her cape. Grabbing the backpack that she had left there before, she stuffed the items in, shrugged on the bag, and walked out of the alley into the dimly lit streets.
She opened the door of the house, not bothering with a key because she was the key. She felt the lock click open, and she twisted the knob, letting herself in.
She slung the backpack onto the kitchen table, and opened the fridge door. Light poured out into kitchen as Makena picked out something to eat. She got out a plate of sandwiches that she had made that morning and set it on the table next to her bag.
She ate the sandwiches, pondering about what she should do next. She knew that she'd have to drop by the shops later; she was running out of food and she'd have to get some soon or she'd be starving once the food was gone.
YOU ARE READING
Legend
Science-FictionThere speaks a legend of a boy; a boy with electronic arms who excels at bow and arrow. He dresses all in black; his mask hiding his face, and his cape blending with the shadows. He goes around at night hunting the demons, and defying the government...