By Nightflower
More kickass fight scenes on the way!
The woman, with her back still turned to Cybersix, smiled. "Good," she said, "That saves me the trouble of finding you."
She could sense the other woman's confusion and wariness. "Are you going to run again?" asked Cybersix, "Because I am really not in the mood to chase you down tonight."
"I wasn't planning on it," she replied, flexing her fingers, "I'm not going to run tonight."
"Good," said Cybersix uncertainly. Data 7 growled, but Cybersix put a warning hand on his back. "Now, will you please tell me who you are?"
The woman's eyes flashed, as she lifted her hood away from her face. "Who am I? I am steel made into flesh. Fire made into blood. I am your every nightmare incarnated with enough power to kick your sorry ass back to the sorry lab where you came from."
"I don't want to fight you."
She chuckled quietly. "That's a shame." She turned around. "Because I do."
She threw her cloak down, revealing a powerfully built woman about Cybersix's height and build. She was wearing a tight, black, sleeveless leather suit with matching, knee-high leather boots. Black bands encircled her upper arms and she had short leather gloves on.
Data 7 could not hold back any longer and launched himself at the mysterious woman, snarling. It was ridiculous- it seemed that the woman had no chance against claws, fangs and hundreds of pounds of black lightning. But she simply smiled, and raised her left arm. She made a slight movement with her hand and something shot out. Data 7 yelped, and he began slowing down. There was a small dart on his neck. He growled again, weakly, wobbled and flopped onto the ground, knocked out.
"Data 7!" cried Cybersix, running towards her beloved brother.
"Oh don't worry," replied the woman, "He'll be all right after an hour or so. But I'm afraid the same couldn't be said about you."
She raised her hand again, but Cybersix was too smart for that. She tackled the woman and they fell off the building. The woman turned them backwards and kicked Cybersix down onto the asphalt. Cybersix cried out as her back made contact with the uncaring ground. She laid there for a minute, nursing the pain, eyes closed. When they opened again, the woman was gone.
"Ugh, not again," muttered Cybersix. She leaped onto the next building and looked around. No one there.
Suddenly, she felt arms around her neck. Cybersix, an experienced fighter, grabbed the assailant and flipped her over.
"AARGH!" cried out the stranger, as she hit the cement.
But she leapt back up like the pain was nothing, and socked Cybersix in the jaw. They fought on the roof for what seemed like hours, Cybersix taking the defense and the woman taking the offense, though there was no particular winner.
The woman leapt up and delivered a kick that would have not only killed an ordinary man, but rip his insides apart as well. But Cybersix was stronger than the ordinary man and returned the favor with a punch in the woman's stomach. Sometimes their attacks would cancel each other out, being equally powerful. They'd bounce away only to return. Cybersix did not want to fight, but she knew that this woman was out for blood, though she didn't know why. She tried to break free of the fight, but the woman was full of almost mindless rage. When Cybersix tried to jump away, she ended up almost dragging the woman with her. They fought in midair, they fought on the next building. While Cybersix was ducking the woman's blows, her feet touched a more fragile piece of roof. It began to crumble, but she didn't noticed, her mind focused on more important matters such as staying alive.
Below them a dinner party for the Meridiana upperclassmen was occuring. The sweet sound of Vivaldi's Four Seasons wafted between light chatter and clinking glasses. The guests mingled, unaware of the battle being fought above them.
Cybersix ducked again, and lashed out her foot, tripping the woman. She fell, but only for a moment- seconds later, she was on her feet again, and trying to break Cybersix's neck. Cybersix grabbed the woman's hands and held them in the air. She head-butted Cybersix. Cybersix released the struggling woman, who then grabbed Cybersix at the throat. The woman jumped up, up, up, with Cybersix before zooming down to the roof again, with Cybersix at the head. They crashed to the roof. It was then that the ancient roof gave way, and with a sickening sound, crumbled beneath them. They fell onto the rafters, still struggling, which groaned under their weight.
Some of the guests were dancing now, while others stayed to the sides of the walls and gossiped. Crystalline laughter filled the room.
"Oh, that statue you gave to the charity auction was perfectly lovely," cooed an elderly woman dressed in furs and purple satin, "It's so perfectly lovely of you to think of charity so."
"Why thank you Mrs. Ferguson. It pleases my husband and I whenever we-"
The woman did not get to finish because just then there was a crash, and the ceiling fell onto the ground, coating the elegant beautiful people from head to toe in dust. Two women dressed in black fell to the ground, much to the disgust and horror of the guests. As the clouds of dust settled, they continued to fight. The one with the hat and cape managed to throw the other away from her. She hit the wall on the far side of the room with a thud. By now the guests were fleeing. Pandemonium broke loose.
"Run!" screamed a young man in a tuxedo two sizes too big, "Everyone run!"
They did.
"MOMMEEE!" cried a small, high-pitched voice. It belonged to a little girl with red hair*, dressed a ridiculously ruffly pink dress, "You told me that everyone coming to this party had to DRESS UP!! They're not DRESSED UP!! Why do I have to-"
"Shh, be quiet Bethany!" cried her mother, grabbing the little girl's hand, "Come on, let's go, let's go!"
Falling two storeys through brick, wood and plaster did not stop the fight. It continued, the woman out for revenge, Cybersix only intent on surviving. The woman leapt up and kicked her in the face. The woman glared at the staggering Cybersix before raising her fist. But Cybersix was alert, and blocked the move. She kicked the woman in the stomach so hard that the woman was thrown out of the room entirely, shattering a window and out into the open streets.
"Why are fighting me?" shouted Cybersix, ducking to avoid the woman's fist. "You sure don't act like one of Von Reichter's goons! I've never even met you before!"
The woman didn't answer. She picked up Cybersix and hurled her onto the ground. Cybersix fell, jumped up, but with great difficulty and pain. She had superior endurance, but only to a certain point. The woman was showing exhaustion as well. But she was also determined, and Cybersix knew that the fight would not end until either one, or both, was dead.
Julian was shuffling down a street, when he saw a black form rise on the roof above. Cybersix? he thought excitedly.
But no, it was Data 7. The cat was getting up groggily, shook himself, and slowly jumped to the ground. Something was wrong.
Julian ran to him. "What's wrong?" he asked, holding the cat's head in his hands.
Data 7 shook his head, and growled, turning around. Julian grabbed his tail.
"No, wait! You've gotta tell me what's happened! Is Cybersix in danger?"
Data 7 paused. Then he crouched down. "All right!" shouted Julian and jumped onto the big cat's back. Data 7 ran down, still limping, to the direction where Cybersix and the stranger were fighting.
They were off the streets and on yet another rooftop. The woman made a flying kick, which Cybersix countered. She brought her hand down in a fierce martial arts attack, but Cybersix countered. Whenever the woman tried to attack, Cybersix countered. Now they faced each other on the rooftop, panting, tensed.
The woman was the first to move. With a bone-chilling cry, she came running at Cybersix.
"Stop!"
Surprisingly, the woman did, at the sound of the voice. It was Julian, running between the two.
"Julian," cried Cybersix in horror, "What are you doing here? It's dangerous here!"
Julian ignored Cybersix. "Don't hurt her," he told the stranger, "She's my friend, and she's good."
She did not move, but the expression on her face was also one of fear, to Cybersix's amazement.
"Julian," she said, her voice soft and full of compassion, "Please, get out of the way. You don't know what kind of creature you protect."
"If you wanna get at her, you're gonna hafta come through me." Julian crossed his arms defiantly.
"Get away from her! Please, Julian! She'll hurt you!"
"She'd never hurt me! Cybersix isn't some kind of monster! She's-"
"Cybersix?" she gasped.
"That's right!" shouted Julian. Now he faced both of them, hands on hips, "You two shouldn't fight. You're sisters!"
"Julian," said Cybersix impatiently, "What are you talking about?"
"Stop treating me like a kid!" Julian stamped his foot. "Can't you even see? You ARE sisters! You even look alike. You could practically be twins!"
Cybersix frowned, and took a better look at the woman. She did look like Cybersix, true, but all of Von Reichter's humanoid creatures looked similar... and Cybersix was almost positive she was created by Von Reichter.
Then she noticed the woman's arms. There were markings... words. The bands partially covered them... but... Cybersix squinted.
