the Boy at the End of the Lollipop Rainbow

《•1•》「τհε Φιʀστ Λαw」

Hera ducked under his arms. She flipped back to her feet, aiming a punch to his back, only for it to be intercepted. He grabbed her arm, twisting it backwards and pulling her into a crouching position. She twisted herself forwards, stepping on his left foot and pulled back. She readied herself in the defense stance, prepared to block anything he threw her way.

As expected, he tried to punch her from her right. She brought her arms there, pushing his fist away, but in doing so, she left her left open. He kicked her in her side, pushing her backwards and throwing her off balance. She grabbed the edge of the line to keep herself upright, then pulled it down and began climbing.

He was behind her in a second, grabbing her ankle and pulling her down. She looked back stopped, pausing for a moment to kick him in the face. He faulted, loosening his grip and she used her arms to yank herself upwards. In the split second she was free falling in the air, she twisted backwards and elbowed him in the face. She used his shoulders to push herself up in a handstand, throwing him off balance. Then she grabbed the rope again and propelled herself unto the higher ledge.

Gripping the walls with her arms, she shuffled awkwardly to the ladder. Climbing had always been her strong point, but after the incident her grip had been weakened. It took all her concentration to use to wall to stop herself falling forwards. But she couldn't dwell on that now. He had called for backup, and it was only a matter of time before they got there.

Once she reached it, she pulled herself to the fourth rung, grabbing its with her arm and pushing herself off the floor. Open-aired ladders were her favorite, but she would have to make do with this one. She crawled upwards, going twin at a time, and flipped at the first window. That had been her objective: first. She had been trained to follow orders, and that was exactly what she was going to do.

She skillfully weaved through the overturned desks, ignoring the bust that settled on her clothes. Outside, the air had had a damp feeling to it, seeing as it was night. But inside, the air was dusty and dry, as though the oxygen was slowly getting sucked out. She reanimated her bow-staff, ready for any 'unwanted guests'.

She kicked the door open, walking out into a hallway that was, if possible, even dirtier than the room. If the room hadn't been unused in decades, the hallway hadn't been used in centuries. She navigated through the dark, the glowing staff lighting the path in front of her. She had coated it in glo-pro before the mission, but the air was so foggy she couldn't see more than two meters in front of herself. If she were to be victim to a surprise attack, she would be dead. And death was not an option on this mission.

She stopped at the first door. It was the first one she had seen, but it was on the left. So far, she had only been going right, and she had been hit on her left. That meant left was bad. Karma wasn't going to get to her again. She wasn't going to make the same mistake as on the incident. She pet walking, being sure to keep to the right. If there really was a door on the right, she wasn't going to miss it.

Eventually, she found it. By that time she had counted 39 steps. And one meter was approximately three steps, so it was 13 meters. Approximately. She noted that at the back of her mind as she tried the handle. It was locked. She kicked it down, opting to kick whoever owned the place's but. But she didn't get to do that, for as immediately she opened the door, she was ambushed by guards. There were many, but she had taken on more before. She knew she would survive.

She kicked on his foot, sending him to the floor, then she elbowed the other in the gut, while stabbing the one on the floor with her bow-staff. She twisted round, punching one square in the jaw before ducking down as a fist flew over her. Gunshots echoed through the room and she subconsciously noted to keep behind unarmed guards. She snapped one guards gun in half, then hit another with the tip of her staff so the direction was messed up and he ended up shooting one of his friends through the shoulder. While he paused to digest what had just happened, she fell to a squat and swiped s leg under him, sending him to the floor.

She grabbed his gun from the ground, hitting a man on the head with it. He crumpled to the ground. She threw the gun into the face of an unsuspecting guard, drawing blood, then kicked him on the neck for good measure. She threw her staff in the air, rendering her arms free, then caught a mans first in both her wrists. She pushed upwards, twisting her elbows forwards and pressing until the bone broke with a satisfying crack! She hummed a slight tune to herself as she grabbed his gun from his belt and shot a guy in the foot. There had been at least fifty guards. They were at most 15 guards still standing.

She flipped over a man, doing a Valdez on his shoulders, then grabbed her staff- which was still in the air, she was that fast- and ended in a split, knocking out two men at the same time. She was up on her feet in a second, kicking and slashing her way through the survivors. She didn't like killing, which was why her face was completely covered. Most times she killed, it was by accident. The times it wasn't, it was because someone in her hit life had seen her face. She had to remain a secret. That was the point of double lives.

Soon, she was the only one standing in a maze of unconscious bodies. Some were still groaning and morning, but they had been incapacitated. They wouldn't be getting up any time soon. She stared down at the older man, being tall had it's perks.

"Leave him alone." She growled under her breath.

On normal circumstances, she wouldn't have been allowed to talk, but these weren't normal circumstances, and she had been told to do whatever it took to make sure he was fine.

"My my, getting restless, are we?" He chuckled, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

The Chief wasn't anything to marvel at. He was old and short, and needed his walking stick to keep himself upright. His face had long ago lost the ability to smile, and his skin was wrinkled with old age and cancer. He was bald, but s few lonely wisps of hair that stuck up every now and then. He had slicked them back, as though it would look good on him. He was plump, with a bulging stomach and expensive suit that looked as though it was going to explode any second.

He smiled at her, forcing his cheeks to twist upwards in an unnatural way that didn't look flattering in any way at all. His cheeks looked like they might explode from the effort, and he looked tired from just the short speech he had just given her.

"What do you want with him?" She asked, patience wearing thin. If there was one thing the Chief was talented at, it was getting under people's skin. But she had been trained to resist him, it was just harder than she would have though it would be.

"Now why would I tell yo that?" He asked, fingering the button in his hand.

Upon seeing what he was holding for the first time, Hera looked down. There were intricate patterns swirling around the floor, and they had this glow from them as though someone was flashing a bright torch underneath them. Then, she realized something. Focusing on the sounds from underneath her, Hera listener to the snapping. The sound of powerful jaws echoed all around her.

She could feel it now. She had walked into a trap. The whole room had been created to kill. And now she was going to die.

"Any last words?' Chief asked, smirking sadistically.

Hera looked him right in the eyes, though her face was stone hard, you could see the fear in her eyes. She was going to die here, and she knew it.

"Splyt will prevail." She said, then smashed her bow-staff into the ground.

The floor shuddered with the sudden contact, not used to the immense force she had applied into it. Chief smiled, the chucked the button. Everything happened so fast it would have been easy to miss it all. The floor opened up and swallowed them the same time she used her staff to push herself upwards.

But, as the Law of gravity states, what goes up must come down.

So, she came down.

Hera-terminated.