Operation S.A.D. Chapter 1: Alleyway Attack

Updoot

Ah shit that's bad but your writing skills are amazing, but is he goin mention X or anything I'm just curious

Oh yh. Later in the story, who else do you want me to include?

Probably just X and Xnile right?

I forgot what Xnile looks like

Uhhh- he's got short orange hair with a it little longer in the back, he's got black battle clothes like X and a red cloak with cracks in it, he's tall and stuff but he's always smiling

Okay thx

The year is somewhere in the mid-late 3040's. It's 9 pm, and the day has been turning into night. Competing with the bright street lights, the moon seemed to shine beautifully. The roads are less busy than they were in daylight; they are only filled with ten or sixteen cars right now. The warm wind blows, and the stars in the sky glimmer. It's a good time to be alone with someone...

Speaking of "Someone", we now focus on Fantomé: the owner of a Funeral home, a speaker to ghosts and spirits, a vessel to the Goddess Melinoe, and... fianceé to Dynamo. Yes. Apparently, they're engaged. We don't know when they'll actually get married, but the wedding is said (Not really said) to happen at a hotel near a mountain.

Back to what I'm saying, we see Fantomé walking by herself from a long shift of work, with her eyes being half-closed and her back slightly bent. She frowned, knowing she had to walk back home, despite it being a hundred yards away. Tiresome, she yawned, putting her mouth over her hand. She then mumbled tired "mmm"s to herself.

"God... That was tiring as hell!", she thought, "I didn't know there were THAT many!".

She put her hands on her head, just relaxing for a moment. She thought about Dynamo. His stupidly large, cubic head, and his comedic sleep-talking.

"I wonder what Mo's up to now...", she whispered, "I wouldn't say he's the kind of guy to sleep at this hour. He could be..."

She stopped walking for a second, as she stared into space in question.

"Actually, what does he even do for a living?", she asked herself.

...

"Maybe I'll ask him", she brushed the question off as she moved once again.

As she walked into an open alleyway, one of the many ways that led to her house, a cold shiver softly went down her spine. Of course, the alleyway wasn't that narrow, but it still concerned her of something. No... Someone.

Someone's watching her, stalking her discreetly. The claws are out for a savoury kill, the teeth waits for a bite, and voices growl. The stalker creeps behind the worried Fantomé, preparing to attack her by surprise. Hearing the stalkers footsteps, Fantomé finally turned around just to see...

A stray cat?

"Miaow!", it hissed in anger.

"Whoa! You're an angry gremlin, aren't you?", she asked, crouching down to the furious feline.

Its mouth was wide open with its teeth, knowing that it would defend itself at anytime, but, despite its animalistic threats, Fantomé stroked the cat's back, comforting it.

"Don't worry. I'm here. I'm not gonna do dumb things to you, mkay?", she softly cheered the stray up.

The cat purred back. Its tail moved in growing joy, as she continued to rub its back. She smiled back. Cute. Isn't it? The cat moved its head in satisfaction, closing its eyes as if it's living in the greatest fever dream. It's ears twitched, as it continued to purr. Suddenly, as it opened its eyes, it growled again, not in anger this time, but in fear. The vessel, confused, tried to touch it again, only to have her hand scratched again. The stray then sprinted away from her.

"Ow... What was that for?", she asked, looking at her slashed hand, "Dammit! Now, my hand's scratched!".

She stood back up.

"Why did that cat even run away? I didn't even do anything!"

She grumbled, and turned around to walk her way back home, but the next thing she sees is a m-

"BOO!", screamed a masked man.

Fantomé shrieked and punched the man straight in the face. This caused him to lean back with abnormal flexibility. She jumped back and summoned her staff.

"WHAT THE F*CK?!", she screamed in terror and a slight of anger, "WHO ARE YOU?!".

The man said nothing. Instead, he tweaked himself back to a normal formation. He had dark overalls, but wore a white mask that has a painting of a blue circle, a red square, and a yellow triangle. He sighed, and laughed at her.

"Is that always the first thing you do when you meet someone?", he mocked her, "Do you just punch them right in the face, and hope that they would give you a nice response?".

"Dude! You appeared right in front of me You were even close to my face!".

"My apologies. I didn't know people like you are THAT sensitive!", he rudely joked.

"What the hell do you want from me?! And who are you?!".

"I... am The Masked Silhouette! Murderer of the night? Killer of all? The Genocide Messiah? Haven't you heard of me?".

"N-No?", she stuttered in confusion.

"Oh...", he muttered, "Well, maybe you will now!".

"What?",

At such a great pace, he ran to her with his lengthened claws. Fantomé got ready, and blocked upcoming slashes which he came up with. The claws were somehow cut off from the swiping, so Silhouette decided to stab at her chest. Fortunately, she hit his arm away with quick thinking. She kicked him back with her right leg, and quickly jabbed at him.

Silhouette dodged every one of her moves, and caught hold of her staff.

"You're just like the others!", he mocked her.

"Shut up!", she shouted.

Her staff broke free of his grasp, and went right up to his chin, sending him stumbling backwards, and paralysing him for a short time. While him being physically shocked, she charged at him, with her intent on jabbing his chest.

Abrupty, Silhouette jumped over her, and floored her to the stone ground. She dropped her weapon, and was helpless. He looked down upon her, tilting his head on his right.

"Wow! Pathetic!", he laughed.

He waited for her to get back up, and rearm herself.

"Alright! You're so dead!", she warned.

"Mmm... No... I'm afraid it's quite the opposite!", he happily exclaimed, equipping his comically large fork.

The two waved their weapons together and clashed. Hits were going everywhere from Silhouette's side. Fantomé blocked a majority of his attacks, and dodges a little few. She finally manages to hit back at his chest and arms.

The masked maniac cackled as the staff felt like a thin blade, stabbing him on the inside. This was no ordinary weapon! (No shit)

"Did... Did I do it?!", she asked herself.

"No...", he answered, as he kicked the staff away, and gave her numerous stabs on her skin.

Fantomé finally felt weaker as she lost a huge amount of blood from the wounds. She stuttered her body back, and fell onto her bosom. She began to cough up red, as she's taken enough injuries. Switching his fork to his knife, Silhouette walked closer to the girl, and examined her. The tip of his knife lightly touched her face and moved it.

"You know...", he cackled, "You seemed like a perfect victim! I could use you as a hostage, or maybe... I could kill you right now!".

"Y-You can try...", she coughed, "B-But you'll only dig a deeper hole for yourself!".

"Oh, that wouldn't be a problem for me!", he smiled, "I've dug out many holes for myself, yet I have come out ALIVE and scathed!".

"Heh... I have a feeling it would be different if you kill me right here..."

Silhouette raised his knife, and was about to cut her down, until something crossed his mind. He laid his weapons back into his cloak, and stepped back.

"Actually... This wouldn't do...", he muttered.

He turned away, and walked away from the injured Fantomé.

"Tell your friends... that I'm coming...", he warned her, "Tell them that... they're in danger. Tell them to prepare for the future. Tell them... that I'll be waiting. Waiting to... give them their freedom."

By the time Fantomé blinked, Silhouette was already out of her sight. Still losing blood, she lost conscience, and fainted.

To Be Continued...

Your writing deserves more love

Thx mate