I'm back, after a 3-month hiatus I have been recharged and with a new snippet to boot. Bonus. A cookie for whoever manages to figure out where they are first.
Trinity Angels: The Fall
Stories are all about perspective. One person's heroes can be another's villains. Nothing special needed. Just a change of who's view you watch it from.
Let's take these three slices of the Kaleidoscope to show you what I mean.
April 4, 2010. USA...
Takara cursed. Fate was as Galen had once said "A cruel and fickle mistress, delighting in the suffering of all." to which Shirou had said afterwards "So Fate is Kotomine?". She was once again in another universe, in God knows where, and to top it all off her friends were nowhere in sight. Silver Lining... She wasn't a kid again. 'As her mom once said, praise god for small favors'
She was in some small town, American judging by the language and people. It was night, she was cold. With no money, only a small survival knife. On the plus side it seemed her mystic eyes were back so at least she had tha..
A small snarl was the only warning she had before it sprang from the underbrush. Training took over... dodge right... turn.... where .... THERE. With the speed of a trained hunter the daughter of the Nanaya struck, knife slicing through the heart of her foe. Pining him to the dark wood of a telephone pole. Male, 5'4, pale skin, foul odor... brown hair.
Against all logic the man lifted his head up. "Well aren't you a keeper." Grinning he reached for the knife.
"What are you?" maybe he was...
"Missy, I always wanted to drink a lil' hunter. Too bad you should know you can't...'' That was as far as he got before the she slammed her knee into his crotch.
Disbelief at her audacity was his first reaction, for the split second it took to blossom into pain buying her time to yank her knife out. One quick slice through the green line from his left clavicle to his right hip was all it took.
She was right... he really was stupid. Just to be sure he stayed down she should...
"Who the friggen hell are you miss."
Another man, heavy set with a gut and a ball cap, blue denim jacket and a grey beard and most importantly a machete had appeared. 'A new target?'
"Answer me first, are you with this one?"
"I ain't with no bloodsucker, are you a hunter?"
"My name's Takara Aozaki, I may be a hunter but not necessarily the same as you. Your name?"
"Bobby Singer.."
End Part ONE.
Next: Where Angels fear to tread.