It did not take the guards long to locate the fake Aiko.
She was standing at the water cooler, pouring herself a drink. "Aiko
Fujikawa?" one of them called out. Aiko looked over in the direction of
the men, and upon seeing them, her eyes shot open with shock. The polystyrene
water cup fell from her hand, slipping all over the dark blue carpet.
"You're going to have to come with us," said
the second guard.
Aiko remained stock-still for a moment, gazing at the men
in horror, then suddenly sprinted off down the corridor, away from them. The
two guards, alarmed, quickly chased after her. One of them raised his gun, but
the other guard forced his arm back down. "No, you idiot!" he
exclaimed. "You might hit one of the workers by accident! Wait until we've
got her cornered first!"
Aiko chased her way through the corridors with
desperation, shoving confused co-workers aside as she went. Finally, she dived
through a door to her left and slammed it shut behind her. As the guards
followed her inside, they found themselves in what looked like a conference
room, with a large table in the middle. Aiko was nowhere to be seen.
"That's odd," said the first guard. "Where
did she go?"
"She's got to be in here somewhere," said the
second guard, drawing his handgun. "We'll find her."
The first guard nodded, and the two split up, combing
their way through the room in search of the impostor. The first guard was soon
drawn to a metal cabinet set against one wall. It seemed like a good hiding
place. Slowly, trying not to make a sound, he crept up on the filing cabinet,
one hand ready to pull the doors open, and the other hand ready to put a bullet
in Aiko's head.
As his hand curled around the doorknob, however, he was
suddenly impaled straight through the chest by a steel blade that appeared to
have been thrust straight through the metal door of the cabinet from within.
Looking down, the man saw his shirt and jacket become stained, then soaked with
crimson, his lifeblood dripping onto the floor. Then his vision blurred and
faded away, and he saw nothing. As the blade was retracted back into the
cabinet, the guard fell to the floor, dead.
The second guard, hearing the commotion, turned round and
was shocked to see his lifeless colleague lying on the floor. Letting out a cry
of fear, he raised his handgun and fired six bullets into the cabinet, each one
punching through the thin sheet metal with ease. Satisfied that this would have
been enough to kill Aiko, he lowered his gun and breathed a sigh of relief.
However, this relief was short-lived. Mere seconds later, the cabinet door
opened, and the guard watched on in terror as a woman stepped out of it,
kicking aside the corpse of his former partner.
This woman, however, was not Aiko Fujikawa. It was
Obsidian. She was frighteningly tall, at least six feet, and her crimson eyes
burned with fury. She was dressed in a long black dress with white lace
detailing, and a long slash that ran down one side of her skirt. Clutched in
her hands were two gleaming katanas, one of which was bloodied from where she
had murdered the other guard with it.
The terrified guard began to tremble as he took a step
backwards. "What the hell are you?!" he exclaimed.
"You should know," said Obsidian coldly.
"After all, you created me."
With that, Obsidian charged towards the man, her swords
ready to strike. The man kept his gun aimed at her the entire time, but somehow
he found himself paralyzed by fear, and unable to pull the trigger. He was
therefore powerless to stop Obsidian as, with one swift stroke, she severed the
man's head from his shoulders.
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