Making the most
Chapter 1: Same old (July 10th, 2447)
FB-17, once a world brimming with life, now the eternal prison of a stupid bitch. Two, actually, if you wanna count me. My name is Jane, just Jane. But that doesn't matter, nothing that happened before does or ever will again. Now it's just me and Queen Bitch up there in her floating castle. And the monsters of course. They're all over my home city, Necrolia. It was a little hard at the beginning, but it's whatever now. Every day goes about the same, and today's not gonna be any different. I get up from my bed, I have no clue what time it is, but I can at least tell I haven't washed the sheets in a bit. I think to myself that I'll do it today, but I probably won't. I pick up my katana, put on my blazer, and tie up my hair in a ponytail. Looking at myself in my big wall mirror, I regret trying to dye my hair that stupid red color again, it didn't bring back any memories that weren't painful. I can't wait for it to wash out, honestly. I walk out of my room, open up the fridge and blankly stare into it. It's starting to empty out again, I remind myself to go pick up more canned food from the Steam Supermarket later, I'm getting real sick of it though, but not like I can cook, I always had... her for that. God damn it, I'm not in the mood to think about that right now, or ever. I eat a can of beans for breakfast and throw the stupid thing on the floor, with all the others. Then, I sit down on this couch I 'borrowed' from an abandoned house. I'd always wanted to have one of these, they looked so nice at the stores and in the ads. They aren't that comfortable. But I don't give a shit, I need a place to wait for the food to be digested, I can't have my fun on an empty stomach, as much as I'd like to.
For now, I have to stare at this tiny living room, and try not to reminisce. I'd move to avoid that, but all my stuff is here, it's not worth it, nothing is nowadays. A part of me wonders about my old friends, my mother, my father and my blood sister. They can fuck right off. I'm really living my best life out here, at least I'm probably happier than Queen Bitch. But the silence makes it hard not to dwell on things.
Luckily, it never lasts, soon enough all the monsters wake up and their survival of the fittest bullshittery begins again, their roars, cries, grunts and battles fill the silence and I can stop thinking. Sadly, I'm not exactly out of the picture of their everlasting hunt for sustenance, so it's not long before I hear growling outside my window. I get up from the couch with a sigh and walk out to the bar part of the house, or what used to be the bar. There's 3 M. Hyenas here today, not a rare sight. Their large, black bodies begin advancing, those gleaming red eyes looking at me like I'm easy prey.
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They never learn.
The first one leaps towards me and I grab it by the neck, swiping it out of the air. It's not even exciting anymore. My gloved hand's temperature rises to scathing degrees, making the animal let out a cry of pain. And once the skin has softened up, I crush the bones in its neck, and the life leaves its eyes, if you could even call that monstrosity 'alive'. The other two seem almost scared, but they can't back out. This is their prey, and their lives depend on it. It's a shame... no, it's not. I push the air between us, sending a gust of wind towards the second one, making it slam against the wall and lose consciousness. The third hyena uses this chance to also attempt to pounce on me. Like I said, they never learn. I swiftly unsheathe my katana, and it practically slices itself in two, staining my blazer with blood. You couldn't really see it, since it's black, but there's no one to do so anyway.
Lastly, I stomp on the unconscious one's front legs, not even enjoying the bone crushing noise anymore either. It might wake up, but it's not gonna walk. Serves it right for being such a fucking idiot. I drag their remains outside, not wanting to deal with more pests coming to feed on the corpses, my day's already ruined by default. But now it's time for the good part. I get back to my fridge and pull out one of my tabs. This is something to look forward to at least, my hands are almost trembling, I need it. I sit back down on the couch and place it on my tongue, almost excited for it. That feeling isn't real, but at least some things will feel real while it fucks up my head. I swallow it, and prepare for the effects to hit. In that time, it's back to the silence, back to darting my eye around this dirty room, this remnant of what was once my home. My eye hurts a bit, it's been happening ever since my left one turned purple, with a black sclera of course, and I lost vision in it, so I'm used to it by now, but that piece of shit Jean obviously had to leave me with a parting gift after I killed her. It doesn't matter now, she's dead, and I'm about to have the highlight of my day. I close my eyes, and my little trip begins...
I wake up. It's not as dark out anymore, so I must have been out for a while. My head hurts, and so do my eyes still. I must have opened them again at some point, they sting like crazy. I rub them, and before I can get up, I hear a noise from my bedroom, like something heavy falling on the ground. I stand up in a flash, and look for my katana. It's gone. I mutter a swear, but I'll just have to get my hands dirty. It's not very easy to use magic right out of a trip, after all. I walk over to the door, considering the possibilities of what could be smart enough to hide or take my weapon, and dumb enough to look for food here and not the kitchen. It's unusual that two M. beast groups come by on the same day, they tend to just take the corpses of the first group and not bother me, but of course today was different. I slam the door open, running inside, and find not an M. beast... but a kid. Not a tall white skinned bitch, but a little girl, with a startled expression, holding an old storybook of mine. Another person...
