(Quintiles 29, 59 / 8:26PM)

(Gwen and Luna)

(Gwen) So this is the tower? I never thought The Zirardge Tower would be this tall!

(Luna) How did you not know that the highest tower was the Zirardge Tower? It says here on the map.

(Gwen) Pfft, why waste brain power on tower locations?

(Luna’s thoughts) This chick…

As Gwen and Luna were in front of the Zirardge Tower, Luna took note of the tinted windows all across its floors. Most of the tintedness was found in the higher top floors of the building. With the clouds of smoke and ash reaching the height of the 3/4th point of the tower, the two women looked up to see the darkening orange color that plagued the city skyline.

Returning their heads to the normal stance, Gwen and Luna took note of a large glass door, the doorframe being three to four times the height of Gwen. Putting her hands onto her hips, Gwen let out a smirk, the corner of her right lip pointed upward creating a deep dimple on her right cheek.

(Gwen) I guess we enter through this door. You know I have never been inside a fancy building before.

(Luna) Me too. Let’s just get inside.

Walking towards the front of the glass door, her body let out a small shiver from the lower ends of her back. Placing her right hand on the door handle, Luna pushed it to try to make the door swing open.

The glass door seemed to not bulge despite the cracks of glass within its exterior.

(Luna’s thoughts) That damn door. And it looks like it requires a keyhole.

Luna let go of the golden handle, placing her right hand on her lower thigh. Taking a couple of steps back, she straightened her back as she spread her legs a couple of inches from one another, her heels digging into the white cement.

(Luna’s thoughts) They could replace another door.

Contorting her right leg thigh muscles, her meaty thigh motioned her calf and foot to move towards the direction of the already damaged glass door. A gust of wind spread outwards in all directions as the heel of her foot made contact.

In an instant, the glass door shattered with shards falling onto both the white cement and the black marbled floor from inside the tower. Followed by Luna’s right leg slightly pelted by the glass, and some glass managing to pinch her body and face.

Turning her head towards Gwen, she extended her right hand and arm into the building, her eyes twitching with bits of blood sprouting out from her right leg.

(Luna) Get in.

(Gwen) You look like you wanna punch something. Is the glass actually that sharp to you? Now, the impenetrable Luna is about to—

(Luna) Get in the fucking tower!

Clenching her left fist, the knuckles on her fist on the verge of flinching upwards as she contained her left arm. Her right hand still pointed towards the inside of the tower, Gwen let out a sly smirk, the crevices of her left lip turning upward as she let out a small chuckle.

(Gwen) Okay, okay. Someone doesn’t like jokes.

Walking along the glass-covered cement in front of her, Gwen made her way toward the tower, her boots cracking the glass shards from underneath. Entering through the once-glass door, she couldn’t detail much as the lighting of the tower dimmed the entire lobby in front of her, her eyes squinting through the cold darkness.

Luna walked from behind, folding her arms as she also squinted, tapping her right foot onto the marble floor with her heel.

But both noticed an eerie stench coming from the far end of the lobby…

(Luna) Do you smell that?

(Gwen) Sniff sniff, hmmm … I didn’t know that you farted right now.

(Luna) I’ll make fucking mincemeat of you!

Luna grabbed Gwen’s jacket collar with her right hand, her fingers clutching the fabric of the leather with such animosity that it started to dent the organic leather. Bringing her face close to hers, Luna glared right into Gwen’s sluggish eyes, her eyes pushed down compared to Luna’s slanted and pushed-up eyes.

(Gwen) Seriously, can’t you just liven up a little? You can’t be angry all the time, it’ll make you go bald.

(Luna) Shut up! I don’t want to hear that from some childish womanbaby! Get your shit together or else you’ll be buried six feet under—

Luna’s left ankle felt the presence of a cold hand.

Looking down towards the ground, her eyes widened as she saw a bloodied man clinging on to her boot with his right hand. His breath was hot and low, with his entire body lying motionless on the ground.

His face was cut halfway, as the center of his face was split open to see the inside of his mouth perfectly. With a pool of moist blood dripping out from his entire body, his legs, and even his head fastened in the red liquid, Luna arched her body back as the smell of manure radiated from the man.

(Dying man) Please …

The man slowly looked up towards the two women.

Luna’s face started to turn pale, her right hand letting go of Gwen’s collar. With Luna still having her left ankle in place, Gwen crouched down to the level of the dying man, her eyes softening at the dying man.

(Dying Man) Please kill me…

Gwen widened her eyes the same as Luna’s, extending both of her hands towards the middle-aged man’s face. Feeling the chilling and rubbery cheeks of the man, with the foul smell coming from his lying down chest, Gwen’s hands started to tremble as her fingertips grazed the man’s pale face.

(Dying Man) Please … please …

Looking up at the far end of the lobby from where the dying man crawled, Gwen pulled her left hand towards her, her right hand still caressing the dying man’s face. Pushing her left hand outward into the open air, a yellowish light came out of her fingertips.

She focused her attention at the other end of the lobby, the particles of light that went around her left hand started to emit light almost like a flashlight.

With no words to break the silence, what lay in the lobby was the massacre of corpses in business suits. Their bodies, sliced wide open, were being feasted upon by a couple of bats.

Luna’s face darkened as she looked where the dying man was. Not budging her one bit, Luna’s chest started to heave more. A couple of droplets of cold sweat ran down from her nose and cheek.

For Gwen, her right hand emitted a surge of white light, the light entering into the dying man’s body. Closing her eyes she let out a teardrop roll down her cheek, the teardrop managed to fall onto the man’s nose, his bloodied eyes flickering.

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(Dying Man) Thank you…

Gwen pulled back her right arm, a white ball of light in the grasp of her right hand as she rubbed it with her thumb.

His mouth opening for the last time, the dying man lay bare on the cold marbled floor of the tower lobby, his body now a corpse as the ball of white light glowed. Luna’s fists clenched hard as she continued to stare at the remains in the lobby, causing her feet to loosen from the floor.

(Luna) Let’s get them. They’re still here.

Gwen then lifted the white ball of air to the sky, the glowing light spreading throughout the lobby as it lit the room. Seeing that the light spread across the eerie and darkening room, making the two women sparkle their eyes towards the white light, Gwen both of her fists near her hips.

(Gwen) Yeah … let’s get them.

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(Quintiles 29, 59 / 8:58PM)

(On the 40th floor)

Out the elevator popped out the two women, their weapons or fists on standby as they scanned the floor that the elevator took them.

Noticing the floor to be relatively a normal office floor, with the abundance of desks and typewriters in a cellular office layout, they saw from their eyes the number of scattered papers on the carpet floor.

Gwen, putting her hand below her chin, walked out of the elevator as usual, turning her head left and right.

(Gwen) Guess they're not on this floor either.

Luna quickly walked out of the elevator as she saw from the other end of the dark floor an arm, lying bare inside of an office cubicle.

(Luna) … What is that?

(Gwen) What is what?

Her feet pushing away the number of littered papers that paraded the carpet floor, Luna’s nostrils flared again from the smell. Putting her left hand onto her nose to pinch them, Luna made her way right in front of the cubicle, having her right hand caressing her metal batons.

With her eyes, she scanned a dark cubicle with dilated pupils, not seeing anything out of the ordinary.

But the smell…

(Luna’s thoughts) Is the smell coming from the arm? Don’t tell me another poor bastard is dead…

Slowly walking into the cubicle, Luna squinted through the deafening darkness as she remained her head still. Still not having her eyes fully take in the dreaded sight, the smell of it began to worsen as Luna started to cough and gag.

(Luna’s thoughts) Why the hell can’t I find them!? If these bastards are at the top floor then—

(???) Hello.

Luna instantly turned her head back to see a pale figure in the barely visible night, her hands now holstering both her batons as she wielded them in front of her. Upon seeing the lich, Luna grabbed her second baton, her left hand now holding the other.

Luna clenched the grip of her batons, the metal managing to keep up with Luna’s finger strength. Her thumbs caressing the little button in the middle of both her metals, she steadied her stance as she sharpened her eyes towards the boy.

(Luna) Were you the one who massacred that entire lobby of people?

(Cameron) Me? A person like me couldn’t do it alone.

Cameron turned his head to see a small bat snuggling on its shoulder, the bat’s head moving up and down along the lich’s skin. Putting his left hand on top of the bat, he slowly started to pat it gently, his frail bony hand feeling the black hairs of the night creature.

All while not paying Luna any mind as he continued to speak, Luna started to hunch her back forward more at the boy.

(Cameron) That man is as cold as ice. Slaughtered the entire lobby because of a cause he thought was right and just.

(Luna) What the hell do you mean?

(Cameron) Wait, you don’t remember? He’s the same dude that you’re after.

Cameron then turned his head towards Luna who continued to make a fighting stance with her undrawn sword.

Rubbing the chin of the bat that was still on top of his shoulder, he used his other hand to rub his chin, his sharp fingernails scratching away the white pigment. Small amounts of tar leaking out of his scratches, caused Luna to hover the buttons in the center of her battens.

(Cameron) Remember the second night of training? Where you explained your reason for why you’re here in the first place?

(Luna) ... I can't recall.

(Cameron) Stop lying, you do remember. That night when you shoved Luke out to the real world, where you explained your little backstory to him?

Luna then pushed both of the baton's buttons, unleashing the two twin-bladed double-edged blades. With her right hand, she pointed the sword right at Cameron, her grip firm as her palms stuck to the soles of the metal.

Cameron put both of his hands on the back of his head. He scratched it, causing scalp and lice to pour out.

(Cameron) Well, guess what senorita?

Cameron then let go of his head, putting both his hands motionless to the ground as he let out a sly smirk. Putting his face high as he straightened his back, he slightly tilted his head.

(Cameron) The last boss is on the 55th floor. If you want, I could let you go Scott free—

A yellowish rope wrapped around Cameron’s waist, the rope tightening with enough force as it started to dig deep into Cameron’s liver and intestines.

Feeling his arms and hands trapped with the rope, Cameron managed to fall on top of himself, the rope continuing to dig deep. Hitting the carpet with his white pigmented skin, Cameron clenched his eyes shut as he saw tar drip from his lower section.

(Cameron’s thoughts) I think I know who that is…

Barely opening his eyes as he saw the woman walk slowly towards him, Gwen’s eyes started to sharpen as he managed to appear right in front of him. As soon as she got close to him, she started to tower over him, her chest heaving up and down as her fingernails lodged themselves onto her arms tightly.

(Cameron) You couldn’t wait any other time…

(Gwen) I don’t know what you’re thinking, but whatever it is. You need to stop.

(Cameron) Or what? You’re probably gonna let me off Scott-free, just like your younger brother?

Gwen stomped her right foot forward near Cameron’s face, her boot inches away from his nose as she ground her teeth between one another. She extended both of her hands towards Harold’s white shirt, gripping his collar as her knuckles started to pop out.

(Cameron) Hit a nerve? I got my news from elsewhere so I don’t want to spoil it for you.

Using his stomach to bring himself up, Cameron managed to get into a sitting position as his hands and waist continued to be tightened by the sharpening rope. Having his face looking up at the bloodshot-eyes Gwen, he let off a smug grin, the crevices of his lips reaching the height of his nose.

(Cameron) Do something about one of your soldiers. She’s probably long gone to deal with a manner personally.

Turning her head to where the elevator was, Gwen saw with her eyes the door to the elevator closing shut, her hands letting go of Cameron’s collar.

Pushing herself off of the marbled floor in an instant, Gwen then zipped right through the front of the elevator, the carpet floor turning into a friction field as the material started to zap dangerously. Having her entire body in front of the elevator door, there was no window as the elevator was a standard issue.

(Gwen’s thoughts) Why is she going up there?! She’s going to get herself killed!

Gwen continued to stare at the elevator, putting both of her hands onto the gray metal as her hands were formed into tightening fists. Looking down onto the carpet floor, with her hands extending outwards as her fists continued to molest her knuckles, Gwen took in the sight of the carpet below her.

(Gwen’s thoughts) I don’t want her to die… I can’t screw up again…

Unfortunately for Gwen, the rope that she held onto was by her side, the yellowish rope starting to dim into nothing but air.

Considering that she completely forgot that she held Cameron with the rope, it gave Cameron a chance to…

(Cameron) Looks like you and I are battling.

Slowly getting up from the carpet floor, Cameron raised his fists as a couple of bats landed on top of his shoulders and head. Readying a stance as he spread his legs a couple of inches apart, he let out a cocky smirk as his left and right lips were creating a U shape, with the right lip being taller than the left.

Gwen turned her head too. Closing her eyes to the world, she let out a slow breath, her lungs filling in the voids of empty pockets of air.

Opening her eyes carefully, she saw that Cameron was in the same place as before, giving her the same cheerful smirk she had during her fight in the destroyed bar.

(Gwen) Hehe, you know, you should’ve hid when you had the chance.

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(Luna)

(On the 55th floor)

Bursting forth out of the elevator door was none other than a tanned beauty, wielding two twin-bladed double-edged swords.

The room was more than just a typical CEO or boss’s office, with the windows on the outside being devoured by the orange-colored smoke and ash that created an orange-dimming light around the room.

As the woman looked around, she noticed a figure right in the front end of the window in the center of the room, looking straight at the orange cloud of ash and smoke.

(Luna) You…

Pointing her right sword right at the tall man colored in all black, Luna’s hand started trembling as her eyes unwavering from that single man.

Her teeth grinded against each other.

Her stomach tightened up.

Her chest remained still.

Her neck sprouted bulging veins.

Her face blustered a cardinal red.

Her eyes sharpened a bloodshot red.

Her forehead wrinkled.

Her vocals jumped with each breath.

(Luna) I’ve waited … I’ve waited…

The orange smoke reflected against her eyes, her pupils seeing the man in all black standing as he placed his left hand on the cold window, with his right hand already in the inside of his jacket.

(Luna) I’ve waited, I’ve waited, I’ve waited…

The man in all black turned his head towards the enraged tanned beauty, letting go of his left hand as he placed it inside his jacket as well. Sharpening his eyes at the tanned woman, he remained still, his breathing tame compared to Luna’s.

(Luna) I’ve waited!

In an instant, Luna pushed herself off the black wooden floor, denting the luxurious white marbled floor as she swung both her swords back.

And in that moment…

(Luna) I’VE WAITED SIX FUCKING YEARS FOR THIS!!

Charged herself towards a bleeding middle-aged man with ginger hair, who took out two chainsawed swords from out the innards of his jacket.