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Burning Phoenix - Saga 1
Arc 1 - Chapter 61: Jenny and Jerry vs ??? (2)

Arc 1 - Chapter 61: Jenny and Jerry vs ??? (2)

(Scared soldier) Take cover!

(Jenny’s thoughts) What…?

The lich girl’s arms without warning unleashed a barrage of bullets straight towards Jenny, her entire body ricocheting back and forth as the recoil of both assault rifles managed to loosen the girl’s balance on her feet.

Jenny, who saw this unexpected tide of the battle, had her eyes wide open, her entire body enclosed in a sultry sweat as the bullets moved closer and closer to where she was charging forth. With nowhere to go, Jenny extended her frying pan outward, covering her chest and stomach.

(???’s thoughts) Simpleton.

Jenny thrusted herself to the left to avoid the assault rifles' tsunami of bullets. By pushing both of her legs, her legs buckled underneath the whelming strain.

Yet despite this sudden maneuver, and with Jenny defending her chest and stomach, the handle of the pan that tried to block her stomach was nothing more than useless.

(Jenny’s thoughts) I…

Some of the assault rounds that were emitted from the lich girl managed to lodge themselves deep into her lower stomach, holes upon holes of bullets claiming home in her digestive tract of Jenny. Falling without touching the ground with her feet, her left arm and side were doing it for her.

Letting go of the spiked frying pan, she quickly put both her hands onto her lower stomach, feeling a large portion of the warm liquid leaking out. The droplets of blood reached downwards onto the rusted floor, and soon a constant stream of blood started to emit out of her.

(Jenny) Help! Help!

Her vision going blurry, her ears ringing with tinnitus, her mouth opening wide open, her nostrils flaring upwards. Clutching both of her hands towards her lower stomach, she fluttered rapidly, her eyelids flinching inhumanly possible.

(Jenny’s thoughts) I don’t wanna go!

Her breath started to decrease rapidly, her lungs starting to weaken as the air that she should’ve been inhaling normally now was starting to contract within. Pretty soon, even her heart felt the lack of blood being pumped, causing her to open her mouth wider as soon blood started to pour out from the corner of her left lip.

(Jenny’s thoughts) I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go!

The blood that poured from her intestines started to reach her chest, and her arms and legs soon felt the warm and sticky substance. Her brain was still active, her eyes continued to pan the area around her with fastening speed, her eye sockets making her eyes tremble as her head started to shake uncontrollably.

(Jenny’s thoughts) I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go!

(???) Thank you for the little fight. It was nothing worth fighting for, yet you still charged forth with no plan.

(Jerry) I promised … pants … myself to never lay hands on a woman …

With her vision and hearing still on hyperdrive, Jenny panned her eyes close to where Jerry’s voice was, the pupils of her eyes dilating as she noticed the blurry figure holding a sword.

Jerry wielded a sword with his left hand, his right arm motionless to gravity as blood continued to stream out of the hole that was sticking out. Putting his arm down to the ground, the blade of the normal-looking single-edged sword managed to trickle down a droplet of hot tar.

(Jerry) But … pants … you my friend are no woman …

A thump was heard across the room.

(???) Hmm?

Her head entirely focused on the dying Jenny, her eyes panned towards where Jerry was, his breathing coming in heavy intervals. Followed by his chest heaving frantically up and down, his left hand squeezing the grip of his sword, and his legs on the verge of buckling, Jerry continued to look toward the headless girl’s body.

The girl, her eyes squinting at him, noticed a limb was on the floor, being covered in a pool of tar. Noticing this, the girl’s head started to shake as her hair began to sprout up, followed by her lips puckering up into her mouth.

(???) My arm…

Her right arm, a limb that was replaced by an assault rifle, turned into her normal arm as it was cut down from near the shoulder. Sweat started to drip from her forehead, the girl moved her body that was separated from her head to jump back a couple of steps.

(???) You cheat.

Jerry barely moved his legs forward, the strength within his legs holding him back severely as he couldn’t lunge or jump. His breath hot and frantic, he wielded the sword strong enough to try to swing at her left arm.

(Jerry) Come here!

Of a voice without water and moisture, Jerry’s raspy breath was heard across the room as Jenny’s vision started to wither away, leaving her with nothing more than hearing the fight with her well-formed ears. Closing her eyes, her body began to relax as her legs and arms continued to be touched by the pouring blood coming out of her intestines.

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Glancing his eyes towards the bleeding Jenny, Jerry bit his lips as blood started to pour out of the upper lip, not bothering to wipe it away. Randomly swinging his sword with his left arm, Jerry eyed the girl’s left arm evermore, his eyes on the verge of shutting down as the lack of blood caused his legs to slightly buckle.

(Jerry’s thoughts) Please let me hit her arm! Just once, please lend me a hand lady luck!

(???) I should end this quickly.

Instead of pointing her left arm at Jerry, she decided to raise the rifle as if it were a sword, her stance spotless and effortless as her legs spread out for the incoming attack.

Jerry, being caught off guard, still managed to eye the headless body with precision, thrusting his sword onto the lich girl’s metallic guns, sparks flying as her strength was being tested against the elf. Slowly pushing the weight of his sword onto the girl, he was able to overpower the girl’s defense, his sword almost reaching the area where her heart was.

(Jerry’s thoughts) Even if she is going defense, I’ll just thrust her heart and—

(???) Is it true that your girlfriend was killed during the attack on Clastine?

Jerry remained still as the swords that were holding the guns at bay suddenly managed to push Jerry away with ease. Being pushed back, Jerry tightened the grip on his sword with his left hand, looking towards the lich girl’s head that looked right into his soul.

Pointing the sword toward the lich girl’s head, despite the long distance between them, his eyes glared as the lines beneath his eyes convoluted into pure anger.

(Jerry) How did you know my girlfriend was killed!?

(???) Her name was Sidney, correct?

Jerry’s throat started to quiver as his hand continued to point toward the girl’s head, his hand trembling dangerously as his fingertips started to loosen from the base. Shaking his head to the side, Jerry darkened his face, not allowing any sunlight to reciprocate any reflection along his eyes or face.

(Jerry) What does she have to do with this… Why is she important to you guys …

(???) There is a way to bring her back. Back from the dead of what people call it.

Widening his eyes at the proclamation, Jerry’s sword that he held with his left hand loosened severely, his palms coated with hot sweat as he had trouble holding onto the grip. Gulping down whatever saliva or moisture would cleanse his parched throat, he steadied his breathing, dropping his sword to the ground.

(Jerry) Do you … Do you mean it? Sidney would be back alive again?

(???) Of course. But first, you must meet the Boss, and he doesn’t want anyone to know of our little secret base, so I’m going to have to blindfold you! Are you fine with that?

Rubbing his right arm with his left hand, Jerry looked down onto the bullet wounds from his right hand and his lower stomach, blood continuing to pour out of there. Letting out a sigh, Jerry looked towards the bodiless girl again, his eyes submitting defeat.

(Jerry) I’ll go with you … but can you promise me you won’t hurt that woman there, and have someone heal my wounds as well?

(???) Of course. The boss wanted Boris, but I think he’ll be lenient enough to allow you. He’s not a complete authoritarian, but he is germaphobic…

Panning his attention to the cowardly soldier not doing anything, having his gun pointed toward the headless body, Jerry yelled at the soldier despite not seeing him.

(Jerry) Soldier! Tend to Jenny’s wounds! I’m going to settle this on my own…

(Scared soldier) But Sir! This is a trap! Consider the possibility that your life is on the line!

(Jerry’s thoughts) My entire life, I wanted one thing. Just one thing. No matter what, I’m achieving that goal…

(Jerry) Consider this my sacrifice to save my second option! Tell David and the others, if they manage to pull through, that I’ll be doing it alone this time!

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(Jenny’s thoughts) He promised me…

Her vision started to blacken into nothing, the empty void that brought forth left her with the sounds of the battle ensuing in the vastness of reality.

Her pupils dilated enough to cause her to see the pinnacle of nothingness, the only saving grace of life was her ears that sparked memories, memories that weren’t shown but heard.

(Iris in Jenny’s thoughts) Get back up! You can’t let men fight your own battles!

(Jenny’s thoughts) But he promised me…

Almost as if she was remembering a past that held her back, a past that needed one fixing.

(David in Jenny’s thoughts) Keep moving forward Jenny. Sometimes you’ll find something that you wanted but never thought you wanted.

(Jenny’s thoughts) I just wanted my promise to be granted…

Can she be saved? Can she move forward despite being on the brink of death?

Can her promise be granted under the cataclysm of this horrible world she lived in?

(Kenichi in Jenny’s thoughts) I think it’s best if you forget about me, can you promise me that?

(Jenny’s thoughts) Why can’t you promise me one thing…

Her lungs failed, her heart stopped, and her brain went on overtime.

Her body felt the shiver of an imaginary sheath scrapping the contents of her back.

(Kenichi in Jenny’s thoughts) Don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as the war is done. But please listen to your sister and parents more.

(Jenny’s thoughts) You liar…

The dilation of her eyes returned to its normal state, her ears erasing the sounds of tinnitus.

(Scared soldier) Hey, are you ok!? Are you breathing now again!?

Her body was sucked back into the world of the living, her entire body flinched upwards as her vision, sense, smell, and taste shocked upwards into her soul. Looking around the factory in a frenzied manner, she turned her attention to the small and shy soldier who looked to be barely in his 20s.

(Jenny) What happened?

(Scared Soldier) R-Rest now. It looks like she’s gone.

(Jenny) Oh…

Jenny started to scratch her stomach, feeling a burning itch coming from her lower stomach. As her fingernails felt a warm liquid, the liquid coursing down onto her hand and palm, she noticed a foul manure smell.

Sniffing the air around her, she noticed that the smell was coming from somewhere close. Flaring her nostrils up with each sniff, her nose pointed to a particular area down underneath her.

(Jenny) Wait …

She put her hand in front of her face that was scratching her lower stomach, her eyes opening onward as her hand was covered in…

(Jenny) Ha … Ha!

A roaring amount of blood, her hand etched on the liquid as she continued to breathe heavily. Not only did she see blood, she saw two other supplements from her lower stomach, causing the scared soldier to gag behind her.

First, she saw bits of pink and red particles on her fingernails.

Second, she noticed that some of her fingertips had some brown pigments…

(Jenny) HA!!

Letting out a high-pitched shriek, Jenny collapsed her body onto the hands of the scared soldier, his hand holding the back of her shoulders. Smelling the foul odor coming from her slightly leaking intestines, the scared soldier focused his attention on her, pinching his nose with his right finger.

(Scared soldier’s thoughts) I should signal the others so that they could give her the illegal syringe. I hope they have the balls to do so…

Placing her head on top of his lap, the scrawny soldier put his hand on her forehead, feeling the high fever coming from her body. Using his left hand, he pulled out a walkie-talkie and dialed in three numbers, static being reached from the metal device.

(Scared soldier) Going to need the syringe! I know it’s illegal, but this is a serious case here!