Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Mortuus Orbis	By : Sparrow & InBrightestDay Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchises, characters, or anything else from the settings in this collection. These include Street Fighter, Marvel, Sailor Moon, Kill La Kill, and others. I made no money from this work.

Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
Satsuki Kiryuin had been worried. She never allowed it to reach her face, of course; a leader had to conduct herself with grace and dignity under even the most difficult of conditions. She was already treated as no more than a student, much to her irritation, and if she allowed her feelings to show, she would never be able to change that.
But she did worry.
She wasn’t sure where they were now, but she knew it was a world entirely different from her own. She was, for now at least, trapped here, and back in her own world, Satsuki knew that events were in motion. She didn’t know exactly when it would happen, but she was certain that very soon her entire world would be in terrible danger. The army she was forging at Honnouji Academy would be vital, and she worried that without her, something might go wrong at a critical moment. Her generals, the Elite Four, were highly capable, expertly skilled fighters every one, but could they do this on their own? She couldn’t be sure, and that was what kept Satsuki awake at night.
Whatever her fears about home, however, she did have a duty to the people she had found herself with, here in this shelter.
Which was why, as soon as she had heard gunfire, Satsuki had come running.
Rounding a corner, she caught sight of the black monster in the middle of the long hall, as well as the woman impaled on its bladed tail. Eyeless, it nonetheless somehow spotted Satsuki as she arrived, its head shifting in her direction. Satsuki also saw Ash struggle to bring her head around, to look at her. For a moment, their eyes met, and Ash seemed to try to say something, a bubble of blood forming between her moving lips. Then she slumped on the monster’s tail, and the light in her eyes faded to nothing.
Flicking its tail contemptuously to the side, the creature threw Ash’s body against the wall like trash, before taking a step toward the new arrival.
Satsuki hadn’t liked Ash, a feeling that the older woman had obviously reciprocated, but there had been an understanding between them. No matter their personal dislike of each other, they were in this fight together, trying to help the survivors stay alive in this nightmare. Satsuki took no pleasure in seeing Ash die, and beyond that, this creature was a threat to everyone else in the bunker. A threat she would deal with.
Glaring at the monster, Satsuki brought her hand up to the metal device on her left arm. It looked like part of her uniform, a decorative cuff on the upper arm, but a close observation would have revealed that some pieces of the metal bands were raised slightly. An even closer observation would have revealed the tiny needles on the underside of the raised portions.
Bringing her right hand up, Satsuki deftly flicked all three pieces flat, pressing the needles into her skin and drawing blood. It was only a little, a few drops, but that was all it took.
Satsuki’s uniform never seemed to wrinkle. It never needed washing. It never got dirty. That was because Junketsu wasn’t a uniform at all. It was a living thing, a being of animate fiber woven into a garment. The few drops of blood soaked into the fabric, feeding it.
Waking it.
The reaction was immediate. Satsuki became very aware of the being surrounding her flesh; could feel the starborn horror’s consciousness rising behind her own, ravening, animalistic, driven to conquer and devour. If she gave it the opportunity, it would crush her mind beneath its own, using her as something between a battery and a fleshy appendage; the clothing would wear her.
But that was the thing. It would have to wrest control from her first, and that wasn’t going to happen. As the being woke, as it bared its fangs and sent its power outward, Satsuki met it head on.
The uniform became something else. It retreated from much of her skin, baring some of her chest, along with most of her stomach and her upper thighs. The more flesh the fibrous entity could cover, the greater its control over her, and she would not allow it. Forced back, the fabric erupted into spiked pauldrons over her shoulders, orange-red eyes glaring balefully from them. More of it flowed down her arms to her fingers as gloves, while the rest covered her legs in the form of long stockings, leaving her torso and back bare, two thin blue ribbons connecting the upper and lower halves. Her spine was covered by a concertina arrangement of ultra-hard fibres that moved down between her legs to join with the front of the outfit in a tiny scrap of white cloth, her one concession to modesty.
Junketsu was old, it was furious and it was lethal. Its strength was peerless, and in a way, that was true.
A peer, after all, is an equal.
And Satsuki Kiryuin had no equal.
She met its hunger with her ambition, its violence with her focus, its rage with her resolve. She repelled its mental assault, forced it back, bound it and squeezed it into tightly controlled form with the iron bonds of her sheer determination.
Junketsu belonged to her, and it would obey HER!
"LIFE FIBER OVERRIDE: KAMUI JUNKETSU!"
Her control secured, Satsuki opened her eyes. Within, her transformation, her restraining of Junketsu, seemed to have taken a long time. From the outside, it had taken less than a second.
Down the hall, the monster leaned forward slightly, its arms spreading apart as its powerful legs tensed. Satsuki popped open the lock on her scabbard and from it drew Bakuzan, nearly a meter of gleaming black steel, sharpened to an edge that made a razor blade look like a pebble.
Tossing the white scabbard aside, she raised the katana into a high guard and settled into a ready stance. The monster hissed through its sharp teeth, seeming almost puzzled by the sudden metamorphosis she had undergone, or perhaps by her utter lack of fear towards it. Satsuki exhaled, slow and controlled. For a long moment, both combatants were still.
The sudden movement was like an explosion.
The creature dropped onto all fours and launched itself forward in a flying leap. Satsuki let herself fall backwards, landing on her back, and brought her leg up as it passed over her, driving her foot into its chest and sending the beast up into one of the overhead lights, smashing it in a shower of broken glass and a puff of mercury vapor. She moved out of the way as the monster landed, rolling back onto her feet behind it. The creature landed on its hands and feet, not turning to face her but lashing out with its deadly tail. Satsuki brought Bakuzan down, swatted the tail aside, stepped forward and pulled the sword through a second, upward strike, sparks flying from where the black blade ground along the abomination’s carapace.
The creature spun around, one long arm lashing out and dragging its claws across the girl’s left arm. Even with the shielding the kamui provided, the blow was painful, and the talons actually managed to cut through and draw blood. Satsuki used the impact, allowing the blow to whirl her around and channeling the movement into a spinning back kick that connected with the thing’s torso with a sound almost like a cannon firing. The sheer force of the impact hurled the monster down the hall, and it threw its arms out, grabbing at the walls, claws digging channels in the concrete as it ground to a halt. It shook for a moment, then shrieked with rage, tail snapping back and forth behind it like a whip.
Satsuki ground her teeth in frustration. She could kill it. She knew she could. She could tear it limb from limb, smash it into pulp with a single blow, or slice it into pieces with Bakuzan. But to do so would require using the full power Junketsu provided her, and in that state her blows would be so strong that even if she struck the creature, the energy that passed through it, that came off the other side as a shockwave, would be sufficient to pulverize concrete.
To unleash the full might of Junketsu would mean bringing the entire bunker down on top of her. Satsuki wasn’t sure that even she could survive that. She had no choice but to hold back.
The two combatants rushed each other again, the creature rising back onto two legs to rake her with its claws. Satsuki sprang back, evading the first attack and deflecting the second with Bakuzan. Darting in closer, she slashed the creature across its face, creating another burst of sparks at the point of contact. The creature took advantage of the opening, tail striking forward too fast for even Satsuki to dodge. The blade at the tip struck as hard as the claws, overcoming the protection Junketsu provided and driving into the flesh of her upper arm. Satsuki disengaged, grimacing with pain and looking down at where blood squirted from the wound. There was considerably more blood flowing from her than there would be under normal circumstances; that was the downside of using the kamui. Her blood ran hot and fast, and while this wound was hardly lethal, the damage from multiple wounds would mount, and fast.
But as she and the monster regarded each other, she saw that there were scratches on its exoskeleton where Bakuzan had struck it, and at the top of its grinning mouth, one of its lips had been cut, yellowish blood oozing out.
There were soft spots on the creature. She just had to hit the right one.
Another jousting lunge ensued, and Satsuki changed her target, aiming not for the beast’s head or torso but for its limbs, hoping to cut through one of the joints. She wasn’t the only one adjusting her tactics, however, and the monster’s tail swept in low as they closed, not stabbing at her but curling around one of her legs and pulling hard. Satsuki lost her balance, and the monster sprang atop her, jaws opening and reaching for her throat. As it lunged, she slammed her fist into the side of its face. The force of the blow twisted its head away and caused its body to lurch to the side. Satsuki pulled herself back from underneath it, and aimed another sword slash at its neck. It countered with its tail, striking at her chest, but she caught the limb in her free hand. Stepping back and bracing herself, she pulled hard on the tail, swinging the creature around and smashing it against the wall.
*
It had been a while now since Ash had sent her into the storeroom, and Cindy was fighting with herself.
She sent me in here for a reason, Cindy thought. The monster might still be out there, and Ash wanted me to be safe. If she killed it, she’d have come to get me by now.
But what if things had gone horribly wrong? If Ash couldn’t stop the monster, it would kill someone else. If she stayed in the room, hiding while it killed more and more people, Cindy would never be able to forgive herself.
Eventually, she walked over to the switch by the door. After a moment’s hesitation, she twisted it and opened the door.
As the door slid up and out of the way, Cindy’s dread worsened as she saw the blood on the floor, along with the spatter of it on the ceiling, and as she leaned out into the hall, she saw Ash lying against the wall in a pool of blood. A hole Cindy could have fit her fist into went right through the other woman’s body, and her lifeless eyes stared at the opposite wall. Hot tears stung Cindy’s eyes, and she covered her mouth to keep from making any noise.
She knew, on some level, that this wasn’t her fault. Ash would have tried to kill the creature with or without her being present, to protect everyone in the bunker, but Cindy had hidden instead of fighting.
Maybe it wasn’t her fault, but it definitely felt like it was.
Her attention was drawn from the body by a loud hiss and an answering battle cry; another female voice. Stepping completely out of the storeroom, Cindy looked down the hall.
The creature had been within ten feet of the storeroom door when Ash had told Cindy to hide, but it had moved much farther away now, locked in savage, lightning fast combat with another woman. Given the strange costume she was wearing, it took Cindy a moment to even recognize the girl with the sword, Satsuki, whom she had met when she had first arrived in the bunker. She had been at the funeral too, but they hadn’t spoken then.
Cindy knew the girl carried a sword, but she’d had no idea what she was capable of. Satsuki and the black thing were exchanging quick bursts of flashing attacks, the monster trying to grab hold of her or stab her with its tail, while Satsuki drove bone-crushing kicks and punches into it or slashed at it with her black sword. Each of them seemed to either shrug off or evade the other’s attacks, recovering from a successful strike with little more than a grunt of pain or annoyed hiss, but Cindy could see the damage they were inflicting on each other. Satsuki was bleeding from multiple wounds, more than she would expect given that each cut didn’t look that bad, but the creature was bleeding too. Satsuki didn’t seem to have cut it very deeply anywhere, but there were a few places, the inside of its elbow or near its jaw, where yellow-colored fluid oozed and dripped from its breached armor. Looking at Satsuki, Cindy could tell the girl was laser focused on the creature, never taking her eyes off it.
Which meant that unlike Cindy, Satsuki couldn’t see what the monster’s blood was doing to the floor.
*
This wasn’t going well.
The creature’s strength was alarming. Junketsu shielded Satsuki; toughened her, so the creature’s slashing claws and stabbing tail weren’t lethal, as they would have been to a normal human, but the effect was cumulative. The wounds were piling up, and while she was giving an equal number of them, the fact that Satsuki was being forced to pull her punches meant that she was hurting it less than it was hurting her. Appraising herself honestly, she knew that continuing the fight in this manner would mean death by a thousand cuts. She had to end this quickly.
When the creature made another lunge for her, hands outstretched, Satsuki made no effort to avoid it. Instead, she braced herself and caught the monster by the wrists. It was somewhat awkward with one hand holding Bakuzan, but she managed well enough to redirect the creature’s momentum, spinning it around and slamming it against the wall again. This time, however, she planted one of her feet against it and pinned it there. The tail came up and stabbed into her shoulder, but she took the injury, accepting it in return for the ability to put both hands on Bakuzan and line the tip of the sword up with a fold in the creature’s exoskeleton, a seam between its shoulder and neck.
Exhaling forcefully, Satsuki pushed, applying more and more strength, until there was a sharp crack as the tip of the almost supernaturally sharp blade pierced the creature’s armour.
Satsuki’s sense of triumph was short-lived, as a jet of the thing’s yellow blood sprayed from the wound under significant pressure and splattered against her bare stomach.
For a moment, there was only the sensation of the lukewarm fluid on her skin, but then an itch spread across her belly. An instant later, the itch intensified into stinging, and then went beyond even that into searing agony as the acidic blood bubbled and sizzled on her body. Junketsu fought the effects, red fibres crawling across her skin to soak up as much of the acid as possible, the only reason Satsuki wasn’t already dead, her torso melted open. Instead, her skin turned pink, then deep red, bits of it dissolving completely and revealing yellow subcutaneous fat as the acid tried to tear her apart molecule by molecule.
Satsuki hissed between her teeth as the pain mounted, a hiss that rapidly became a scream, the girl withdrawing her blade and staggering back, reeling under the intense pain of the acid eating into her belly. As she stepped away from the monster, its tail darted out at her again. Satsuki struck at it with her blade, not attempting to block or deflect it this time, instead slashing at it, catching it just behind the barb. Bakuzan slipped between two of the segments of the tail, slicing through it and cutting the end clean off. The creature shrieked in response, twisting around to look at its abruptly shortened tail as more of its deadly blood sprayed out onto the wall behind it, eating into the concrete like it were sugar sprayed with water.
Then it looked back at Satsuki, its bared teeth looking less like a grimace and more like a wicked smile, and whipped the tail toward her, flicking more of the acid blood onto her body. Instinctively she flinched back to keep it from reaching her face, crying out in pain as the thick fluid splattered on her side and hip, burning into the flesh that had so far escaped damage. Droplets even stung the insides of her bare breasts, eating into the soft flesh. As she retreated again, to her horror she saw that the end of the tail was changing, pulpy flesh extruding from the cut at the end and coalescing into something solid; slowly but surely taking shape.
The end of the tail was growing back.
Satsuki attempted to rally, to try and figure out how to kill it without covering herself in the corrosive blood, but as she struggled to fight through the pain, another problem emerged.
Through the entire battle, she had been facing two opponents, the creature… and Junketsu.
Normally, she could handle the latter well enough to disregard it, but as she focused her will onto remaining an effective warrior in spite of the burns, Junketsu seized its opportunity, surging against its bonds, and the fibers of the kamui pressed hard into her flesh, hard as steel wires as they tried to burrow through her skin, seeking hot blood. It struck against the barriers she had erected in her mind as well, its will like a burning fog billowing up from the back of her head and smothering her brain in fire.
Satsuki focused everything on it, pressing the beast back into its cage, binding it tighter, forcing the kamui to serve her again.
It only took a moment, but that was more than enough time, and as she brought the outside world back into focus, the acid-bleeding horror slammed into her, its weight knocking her to the floor. The creature immediately seized hold of her arms, pinning them to the ground, and its weight settled onto her abdomen. It pressed into the horribly burned skin of her stomach, sending fresh pain coursing through her, but worse, in this position, she couldn’t get her legs under it to throw it off.
The monster’s face leaned down into hers until they were nearly nose to nose. Its lips curled back and its mouth opened, saliva dripping onto Satsuki’s face as she saw its jaws beginning to shift, elongating forwards as it opened its mouth wider and wider. Just as its jaws sprang forwards, open wide, she jerked her head to the left, so that rather than closing on her face, the jagged teeth slammed shut on her right ear. The jaws pulled back into the creature’s mouth with the relentless, pitiless strength of an industrial machine, and Satsuki screamed again as her entire outer ear stretched and was then torn away from the side of her head along with a thick hank of her hair. Blood spurted at high pressure from the ragged hole that remained, the wound worse than the minor slashes and puncture wounds she had endured so far.
Through tears of pain, she watched the creature’s throat pulse as it swallowed her ear, her blood now tinting its seemingly constant flow of saliva. The pain and the seemingly uncontrollable bleeding were sapping her strength, and she knew that if this kept going Junketsu would push against her control again, and this time she might not be able to contain it. As the creature’s jaws opened again, she clamped down tighter on her control of the kamui, forcing Junketsu to retreat, driving it back into its dormant form. The strange armor melted back into the more normal school uniform.
Satsuki had removed the threat of being consumed by Junketsu, and had slowed the bleeding, but in the process had surrendered the only means she had of fighting the creature, and she had lost enough blood that now she could barely move, her iron will now not even up to the task of remaining conscious. The grinning jaws opened again, and Satsuki prepared, at least, to face her death with dignity.
Then something flew in from outside her field of view, striking the creature in the head, and its target shifted.
“Hey! Over here!”
Satsuki was going to die. Cindy didn’t know what was happening with the armor or costume she was wearing, but between the burns the acid had given her and the stomach-churning amount of blood she had lost from her severed ear, there was no way the girl was going to be able to throw the creature off.
She had stayed back. She hadn’t taken part in the fight. She had kept herself safe.
And she was about to watch someone else die for it.
Not this time.
Grabbing Ash’s dropped submachine gun, Cindy ran toward the creature, pointed the gun at it and pulled the trigger. When nothing happened, she cocked her arm back and threw the empty weapon at the black thing as hard as possibly she could. The gun collided with the monster’s head, and it stopped its assault on Satsuki.
“Hey!” Cindy shouted, trying to sound as threatening as she could. “Over here!”
She shuddered as its attention focused on her, her danger sense screaming for her to run, but she mustered all the courage she had. She wouldn’t panic. She was scared, but she couldn’t help that. What she could do was make sure it followed her and left Satsuki alone.
As the monster rose back to its full, intimidating height, Satsuki looked at Cindy, and their eyes met. Cindy didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to nod and even force a little smile she hoped was reassuring. The younger girl’s eyes slid closed, but she was still breathing.
That was what mattered.
The monster turned to face Cindy, and she swallowed nervously. She didn’t actually have much of a plan, but was hoping maybe she could get to the propane tanks in the storeroom and burn it. She’d seen the tail grow back, but fire usually stopped things like that from happening, right? That was how it worked in all the movies.
“O-okay,” she said, “let’s go.”
The monster advanced on her, and Cindy turned and bolted down the hall, making for the storeroom as fast as her legs would take her. Behind her, she heard the steady steps of the creature break into a more rapid fire rhythm as it dropped to four legs and sprinted after her.
Twenty feet to the door.
Cindy fought to run harder, adrenaline rushing through her system, making her feel stronger than ever before. Behind her, the sound of the monster drew ever closer.
Ten feet to the door.
Chancing a look back, she saw the creature stop running and begin long, predatory leaps, springing from the floor to the wall and then back down, closing the distance so fast…
Reaching the door, she turned the switch and the heavy metal barrier began to slide out of the way.
Come on come on come on!
The creature’s shrieking sent primal dread crashing over her, and she turned just as it reached her, stretching out a hand and firing her webbing into its face, covering it and sticking its jaws together. As the door came all the way up, she stepped into the room and webbed its arms to one another. She’d seen how strong it was, and she honestly didn’t know that the silk would hold, but if she could just slow it down enough…
In her rush to get under the door and turn the switch to close it, she didn’t pay attention to the sudden screeching of her danger sense until it was too late, the segmented tail lashing in under the closing door and across her stomach, the regrown blade slicing through Cindy’s abdominal muscles like they were tissue paper.
She staggered backwards, screaming in pain as the door closed completely. Looking down, Cindy couldn’t hold back a sob as she saw not only blood pouring down her front, soaking her pants, but a loop of her own intestine beginning to slip out through the gaping belly wound. Reflexively, she grabbed the length of gut and pushed it back inside her, gagging in pain and nausea as she did so.
Cindy realised she was going to die now. She would never get past the monster and reach medical, and even if she got there she didn’t know if the doctor could help her. No, this was where her story ended. Her whole body shook with both pain and the horror of the realization. She brought her bloody hands up to her face, wanting to cry.
Then the creature’s angry hiss came through the door.
Cindy held back her tears. Blood was running down her belly, and the little bit of intestine was coming out again, but she resisted the urge to push it back in again. She looked around the room, at the supplies.
At the wall, lined with canisters of propane.
Yes, she was going to die, but she had a job to do first.
Reaching over, she fumbled with one of the canisters, finding the flow valve on the thing and twisting it, hearing the satisfying hiss as the gas began escaping into the room. Fighting through the pain, unable to avoid sending one hand down to hold onto that little piece of her gut and keep any more from coming out, if that was even possible, she stumbled over to the next canister and repeated the process, releasing more and more of the flammable gas.
She was interrupted by the loud *chunk* of the door’s hydraulics releasing. The creature, having apparently freed itself of her webs, had thrown the little lever at the bottom of the door.
Not yet. She wanted as much time as possible for the propane to escape. As the monster slipped its long fingers under the door and began to lift it, she shot burst after burst of webbing where the door met the ground, holding it mostly shut. The creature’s snout, or what passed for it, appeared at the little gap between the door and concrete floor, hissing angrily, but it couldn’t just pull the door up.
Good.
Cindy opened two more valves, filling the room with even more of the gas, and then looked for an ignition source.
At the bottom of the door, the creature’s horrible tail came in, the blade cutting through the webbing little by little. What it could reach with its jaws, it seized and bit through. Far too quickly, the lines holding the door closed came apart.
Where is it? Cindy thought, looking frantically back and forth, before finally catching sight of the small shape, close to the door, right where she had put it down.
As she made her way over to it, feeling weaker with every passing second, the creature finally cut through enough of the webbing that it could squeeze itself into the gap and push with all its might on the door. The remaining few threads pulled, stretched and finally snapped, and it threw the steel door up and out of its way, bursting into the room.
Cindy grabbed the little burner just as the creature seized her by the shoulders, lifting her off the ground and slamming her back against the wall. It leaned in close to her and opened its mouth. She saw the jaws, both sets, open in front of her.
She knew what was about to happen, but she didn’t cry or beg.
Ever since the spider bite, fear had been the driving force in Cindy’s life. Her parents had given her up to Eziekiel Sims, who locked her away from the outside world, safe and contained in an emergency bunker, living in worry that the creature Morulun would find her. When she had been brought here, she had been raped and brutalized by the gargoyles, and she had hidden, not trying to escape again until Chun-Li had arrived. When she got to this shelter, nightmares had haunted her sleep. She had stayed hidden while Ash died, and had allowed Satsuki to be maimed while protecting her.
Not anymore.
It was possible that what was about to happen would hurt. It might be terrible, and she had never really been sure what happened after death, but none of that mattered.
Cindy Moon would not die afraid.
Screaming into the monster’s face, she held the little camp stove in her hand and triggered the igniter.
If anyone wants to leave a review or comment on this story, please do so on this thread here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/69143-mortuus-orbis-discussion-thread/
- 11
- 12
- 13
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Mortuus Orbis