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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.

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Báthory had been watching the whole affair with a genuine sense of awe. Following a safe distance behind the creature, she had trailed it to its encounter with the other survivors. It had been impossible to keep a grin off her face watching the incredible ease with which it had dispatched Cohen. The universe really didn’t like her kind, did it?
The sudden revelation of Satsuki’s capabilities had been astounding, as had her bout with the creature, and Báthory had been left even more impressed with it as she had watched it regenerate after having its tail cut away. Its apparent weaponizing of its own wound, throwing its corrosive blood at the girl, showed yet more of its intelligence. The blood itself was striking, an extremely effective defense mechanism.
What an incredible organism...
Of course, then little Miss Moon had stepped in, and Báthory had, frustratingly, lost sight of it after it had cut itself free of her webs and entered the room. She had little doubt about what was going to happen to the girl in there, but losing track of her subject was still rather irritating.
She had begun to walk very carefully toward the door, if only to listen to what it was doing, when the room exploded.
There was a sudden *whoosh* and bright orange fire burst from the door and roared down the hall, the sudden pressure of the expanding fireball shoving Báthory off her feet and knocking her flat on her ass. She covered her face for a moment, while the radiant heat of the fire peaked and then decreased, then slowly pulled herself to her feet, a little sore from the impact, but otherwise unharmed.
“Mein Gott,” she murmured. Evidently Miss Moon had elected not to go quietly, but where was—
The pained scream of the monster was deafening, a long, high-pitched noise that actually forced Báthory to cover her ears. A second later, the creature came rushing out of the room, body wreathed in dancing flames. It didn’t seem to have a direction, but simply tore off randomly, streaking down the hall, trying frantically to douse the fire as it moved ever deeper into the bunker.
As the sounds of the fleeing creature faded, Báthory returned her attention to the fire. Fortunately, as the bunker was composed mainly of concrete, there wasn’t much danger of it spreading, and the automated systems had already sealed the door, containing it in the room. That left her free to focus on the only other person in the area who was still alive.
Satsuki was unconscious and bleeding, although the rate of bleeding had slowed considerably from what Báthory had been able to see when she had been fighting with the creature. She would need medical attention, though first, as a scientist, the doctor had to take a look at her clothes.
That wasn’t a typical statement from a doctor, but evidently this wasn’t a typical uniform. Squatting down beside Satsuki, Báthory couldn’t help but wonder how it functioned. The transformation from elegant military-style dress to bizarre battle attire had been incredibly rapid, though she had noticed that Satsuki had touched something on her left sleeve, a seemingly decorative piece of metal.
Yes, Báthory thought, stretching out a hand to touch the cuff, this must be what triggers it. I wonder…
Any attempt to test her hypothesis about the function of the metal device were cut short when she suddenly found the edge of Satsuki’s black sword at her throat. Báthory slowly looked up. Satsuki’s eyes were wide open, their dark blue all the more noticeable in her pale, almost bloodless face. Báthory couldn’t help but notice how beautifully the long smear of blood leaking from the girl’s mangled ear contrasted with her white face.
“I am examining your wounds, Miss Kiryuin,” Báthory said calmly. It was a miracle the girl could even lift that sword of hers in such a condition, and would surely be no threat. “It would make my job much easier if I didn’t have a sword to my throat.” Satsuki held her gaze for a while, evidently trying to work out whether or not to trust her.
Then again, that was one of the perks of being the bunker’s only doctor: they had to trust her.
Eventually, Satsuki either realized this too, or her strength simply failed; the sword dipped and then clattered to the floor. Satsuki remained slumped, breathing shallowly and visibly on the verge of passing out again.
“Is. It. Dead?” she rasped, each word sounding like it was a great effort. Báthory shook her head.
“I don’t think so, but it’s run away for now. Whatever the case may be, it’s important to move you to medical. I can’t very well treat you lying here on the floor.”
Satsuki nodded slowly, her eyes sliding shut. Báthory felt the girl’s pulse to make sure she hadn’t just died then and there, then flicked her cheek to make sure she was properly asleep. Satisfied, she went to stand up, but before she did, reached out and moved a strand of jet-black hair out of Satsuki’s face.
Such a beautiful girl...
**
Satsuki felt as though she were rising slowly from a cold, dark sea, moving closer and closer to the surface. As she rose, the light brightened, and with it came pain. Part of her wanted to stay in the dark, to sink back into the cold depths and let it numb her wounds, but she quashed this thought, and pressed on. Pain was how she knew she was still alive.
Her face broke the surface, and she opened her eyes.
The light brought stabbing pain, and she flinched, trying to bring a hand up to cover her eyes, only for a sharp pain to jab into her arm when she tried to lift it.
“Oh, sorry, I wouldn’t try and move.”
Eyes slitted against the light, Satsuki tried to turn her head to where the voice was coming from, only to grimace when her right ear rubbed against the pillow her head was propped on. A loud crackling noise immediately assaulted her hearing, and she felt bandages and sticking plasters pulling at the side of her face.
“I wouldn’t do that either.”
Lifting her head clear of the pillow, Satsuki found herself in medical, in the resting area near the door. There were six beds, three on each side of the room, with Doctor Bathory’s desk against the wall a little farther back, before a curtain closed off the rest of the room where the operating table was. It normally closed it off, anyway; the curtain was completely open at the moment.
April was sitting next to the bed Satsuki was lying on. One of the redheaded woman’s sleeves was rolled up to her bicep, and a cannula had been inserted into the vein in her arm. Satsuki followed the IV line it was plugged into, noticing how it was jumping slightly in time with April’s heartbeat, and saw how it went into a line in her own arm.
“How bad. Was it?” she said, wincing as each word pulled on the bandages over her ear.
“Your ear’s basically gone,” April said apologetically. “Just kind of a stub left. The doctor said she wasn’t sure how, but you lost like a liter of blood from it.”
“Doesn’t. Sound. So bad.”
“Well, uh, it was bad enough that you needed some blood from me and from Chun-Li. Also she had to cover you in bandages ‘cause of those awful burns you got.”
Feeling a sudden jolt of concern, Satsuki pulled up the sheet covering her with her free hand. Underneath it she was naked, her torso swathed in thick bandages seemingly impregnated with some kind of salve. She looked back up.
“Where’s my uniform?”
“I can answer that,” said a voice, along with a sharp clicking of heels on the tiled floor. April looked up warily as Báthory entered the medical room and strode over to the beds.
“We had to get it off you to deal with those burns. It attacked us when we were pulling it off you, like some kind of beast.”
“Where is it now?”
“We locked it in the storage room. I don’t think it can get out of there.”
“Good,” Satsuki said quietly, sinking back onto her pillow slightly.
Báthory spread her arms as though waiting for her to continue. “Are you going to tell us what it is? Is that why you were able to fight the creature before?”
“Later,” Satsuki muttered. She felt utterly exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to let herself fall asleep. Then she caught sight of something on the operating table, a mountain of brownish-tan muscle, silvery armour, and strange rubbery dreadlocks.
“What is that?”
“Apparently they found him at the hospital,” April said. “Mary Jane thinks he’s an alien.”
“That’s not as strange…” Satsuki paused to swallow, her throat feeling extremely dry. “That’s not as strange as you’d think.” Something that April had said earlier finally got through the fog smothering her brain, aided by the mention of Mary Jane.
“The others… the ones we sent to the hospital. They’re back?”
“Yeah, they got back right as Erzsebet was dragging you in here.”
“Is the Sorceress alright?” Satsuki asked, trying to sit up and grunting in pain as her burned abdomen protested.
April looked away uncomfortably.
“Um, no. Erzsebet said that the thing you fought, that killed Ash… it came here first and killed her. She said it ate her, that all it left were her teeth and hair. Also she thinks it might have killed Carol as well, nobody’s seen her all night either.”
Satsuki let her head thump back onto the pillow.
“Kuso,” she said quietly. “Another day like this and there will be none of us left. Where are Chun-Li and the others?”
“They went to the storeroom where you were to put the fire out. They took their guns in case the thing you guys saw comes back.”
Satsuki recalled that Ash had been armed too, for all the good it had done her, but didn’t have the energy to say so. Instead she looked over at the humanoid again. “Has it said anything?”
“No,” Báthory said. “He’s been unconscious since the search team brought him back.” The doctor wheeled a steel tray containing various medical supplies over to the operating table.
“You said ‘he’,” April said. “How do you know it’s male?” Báthory shrugged.
“Assuming the species’ sexual dimorphism is anything like ours, then its physical traits are more masculine than feminine.” She reached over to the tray and picked up a syringe filled with clear fluid. “Of course, we’re about to find out anyway. Hopefully its biochemistry is similar enough for local anesthetic to work properly.” Inserting the needle into the flesh of the creature’s muscular torso, she slowly depressed the plunger and injected the contents of the syringe.
“You’re going to operate on it?” Satsuki asked, unable to help being somewhat dubious.
“The injuries visible on the outside are minor,” Báthory said. “There’s this big wound on the thigh here, but I already cleaned and dressed that, so the being’s current unconscious state isn’t likely from those. Instead, I believe we’re looking at an internal injury. I’ve already examined the neck, and there’s no evidence of spinal trauma, which means that this is either the result of a concussion or an internal torso injury.” She pulled a scalpel from the tray. “And since I would imagine the armor over his head offers at least some protection from cranial injury, that leaves internal torso damage as the most likely answer. I have no kind of x-ray equipment here, at least not that I’ve been able to find, and so my only recourse...” she flipped the scalpel through her fingers before continuing in a tone that was entirely too eager “is exploratory surgery.”
Evidently, either the anesthetic had worked or the humanoid’s injuries were bad enough to keep him unconscious, because he didn’t react as Báthory cut a long incision down the length of his abdomen, stopping just short of the armor at his groin. Reaching in with gloved hands, she peeled the skin apart. From her vantage point, Satsuki couldn’t see precisely what she was doing, but she could tell that the muscle tissue beneath the brownish skin was not the red one might expect, but a bright, almost neon green.
“The blood is green in color,” Báthory said idly, either for the benefit of her audience or just talking to herself as she worked, “perhaps using hemocyanin as an oxygen carrier, though given its likely extraterrestrial origin even that might not be the case.”
“I wish I’d had my camera when I was brought here,” April said to Satsuki. “Not that I haven’t seen some incredible things, but you don’t get a lot of opportunities to see someone operate on an alien.” Satsuki didn’t entirely sympathize; given her world’s experience with alien life, she felt significantly less wonder when confronted with one, and far more apprehension. Nonetheless, she could at least understand where the reporter was coming from.
“Musculature...” Báthory murmured, working her way past the abdominal muscles and opening the body cavity, “...and gross morphology in general resembles human internal organs, likely due to convergent evolution. The digestive tract is similar to a human’s, though there are feathered attachments to the intestines, perhaps something like gastric caeca, and…” She pulled a hand out of the creature’s body, looking at the blood on her fingers, which Satsuki now realized was actually glowing, not merely reflecting light.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, and Báthory nodded.
“I believe so. A human wouldn’t have blood in the abdominal cavity. It’s true that this fellow might have an open circulatory system, like what an insect has, but I don’t believe that’s efficient for organisms this size. I think it is far more likely that he’s bleeding internally.” Leaning back in, the doctor began gently sliding parts of the alien’s internal anatomy out of her way, eyes narrowing as she focused on each organ in turn, until finally she found what she was looking for.
“Well, would you look at that?” she said softly. There was a moment of complete silence, and Satsuki and April shot each other a glance before realizing what Erzsebet seemed to want. Satsuki managed not to roll her eyes.
“What is it?” she asked. It seemed the doctor wanted an audience.
“There’s a blood vessel of significant size here with a tear in it. Given the amount of blood he’s losing through the tear and the apparent length of time since his injury, there should be more blood in the abdominal cavity, which leads me to believe that the body is reabsorbing the blood faster than a human being’s would. Still, the bleeding is faster than the reabsorption, so this will have to be addressed before it becomes fatal.”
“Can you fix it?” April asked.
“Of course,” the doctor replied, in a tone that suggested the question itself was rather absurd. “The tear is along the length of the vessel,” she said, reaching for what looked like a specialized needle and very fine thread, “so it can be sutured like cloth.”
Neither April nor Satsuki said anything, neither wanting to interrupt the delicate work. It seemed to take forever, but eventually Báthory leaned back from the humanoid and blew out a breath.
“There we are,” she said, sounding rather satisfied. “The blood loss has stopped, and with this fellow’s rate of reabsorption, I think it better to simply remove the clotted blood and leave the rest in while I close the abdominal cavity.”
“How long do you believe it will take for our visitor to wake?” Satsuki asked.
“I don’t know,” Erzsebet responded. “The blood is being reabsorbed fairly rapidly, so his blood pressure should return to normal levels soon. At a guess, a few hours, but given the differences in anatomy it could be more or less.”
“Very well,” Satsuki said. “Thank you.” Looking blankly at the wall across her bed, Satsuki did her best to think about what to do when that moment came. She hoped this apparent alien would be friendly when he woke, but there was no guarantee of that, and with the creature she had fought still loose in the bunker somewhere, new enemies were something they could not afford.
*
Chun-Li set the heavy fire extinguisher down, leaning back against the wall and wiping sweat from her face. There hadn’t been much of a fire to fight, really. They’d had to override the door to get into the room, and once inside had discovered that the ventilation system had apparently also sealed itself in response to the blaze, cutting off the oxygen supply and allowing the fire to simply burn itself out. Their job had mostly been to put out whatever was still smoldering, just to ensure that it wouldn’t flare back up.
The process had been made significantly harder, at least for Chun-Li, by the body they had found in the room. It hadn’t reanimated, burned as badly as it was, and by the same token no features were recognizable. Still, Erzsebet had told them that Cindy had drawn the new monster away from Satsuki and into the room, so there was no doubt who it was.
Chun-Li sighed as she looked at the blackened form on the floor, now wrapped in plastic sheeting as they had done with the others.
Death wasn’t a stranger to the policewoman. Her family’s law enforcement history meant that she had been made familiar with it even at an early age, overhearing her father talking to her mother about partners lost or crime scenes examined. As she had taken up the job herself, Chun-Li hadn’t merely heard of things like that anymore, she had lived them. Here, of course, she was surrounded by death since the moment she had arrived.
This one, though, hurt far worse than anything she had experienced to date. Chun-Li and Cindy had helped each other escape from the demons in that hotel, and when they arrived here they had helped each other sleep. Cindy had been a sweet girl, and with the things she had told Chun-Li about her life before being brought here, she had just seemed...vulnerable.
She didn’t deserve to have this place happen to her, Chun-Li thought. She deserved better. The sheer injustice of it was enough to leave her feeling hollow inside. She sniffed, trying to fool herself into thinking that the tears in her eyes were from the residual smoke.
After a moment, she became aware of another presence beside her. Looking up, she found Isabeau standing next to her, looking somewhat awkward and embarrassed.
“I, um..” the aristocratic woman started hesitantly, “I am very sorry about Miss Moon. She was... very kind.”
“She was,” Chun-Li said simply, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
“I know how it feels,” Isabeau said. “My brothers and sisters in the Order, we all know what it means to lose comrades in the line of duty...and we all know that it doesn’t compare to how it feels to lose an innocent, one of those never meant to be involved in the fighting. For what it’s worth, if what Doctor Báthory told us is any indication, the young Miss Moon acquitted herself most admirably.” Chun-li nodded, a little smile coming to her lips.
As the story went, the new monster, whatever it was, had killed the SWAT officer, Ash, and had been about to kill Satsuki, but Cindy had drawn it off, luring it into the storeroom. Adding to that, judging by the burn patterns on the walls and the half-melted little camping stove they had found near her body, Cindy had apparently weaponized the flammable gas in the room to severely injure the creature and drive it off.
“It’s funny,” Chun-Li said, looking at Isabeau. “I hate that this happened to her, but at the same time I can’t help but feel proud of her. I wish she could have gotten to go home, but this was...like you said, it was admirable.” Isabeau smiled sympathetically.
“You have proven yourself quite admirable as well, Miss Xiang,” she said. “I... never managed to properly thank you for what you did at the hospital, when I was incapacitated by that electrical attack.”
“I was just doing my job,” Chun-Li replied dismissively. “You would have done the same for me.”
“Erm, yes,” Isabeau said, looking away and scratching the back of her neck. “But that does not diminish your own deeds. You are a credit to your people, Miss Xiang.” Chun-Li blinked, irritation blooming into anger as the other woman’s words sank in.
“What?”
“I mean, given your heritage, your performance was—”
“Excuse me?” Chun-Li said through gritted teeth, sadness blooming into sudden fury. On some level, she knew where, and when, the other woman came from, but it wasn’t helping here. “The fact that I helped you doesn’t make me any better than any other Chinese person.”
Isabeau bristled, her awkward conciliatory attitude immediately turning into indignation.
“I was paying you a compliment,” she said, her features hardening, “and I do not appreciate you being so ungrateful. I could have elected to say nothing.”
“Maybe you should have!” Chun-Li snapped, leaping to her feet, hands balling into fists. Isabeau looked primed to fire back when Kyle shoved himself between them.
“Hey!" he barked in his soldier's voice. "That thing's still down here somewhere, you two really want to do its job for it?" The young man looked from one of them to the other, as though daring them to try something. Chun-Li and Isabeau stared at each other for a moment longer, before Isabeau finally spoke.
“Fine,” she said, turning around and picking up her fire extinguisher. “I'm going back to the infirmary.”
Without any further comment, she began walking away, the other two watching until she turned the corner and vanished from sight.
Kyle blew out a breath, seeming to deflate somewhat.
“Well,” he said to Chun-Li, “that was… something.”
“Yeah,” she said, not entirely calmly, “that was something all right.”
“She’s...she's from pretty far back, right?"
“Yeah, I got that, but it doesn’t make it right.” She shook her head. Kyle was silent, looking down at the floor for a moment, before his eyes met hers again.
“I’m really sorry about all this,” he said.
“All this?”
“Yeah, about her being… like that.” He hesitated for a moment, and then gently added, “and about Cindy.” Chun-Li sighed, remembering how this had all started.
“Me too,” she said. “Thank you, though.” She looked away, trying not to let her gaze slide down to the body again. Kyle put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly.
She didn’t look up at him, but Chun-Li reached up and closed her hands over his, keeping them there.
**
The hissing drew Night Eyes from his deep sleep. Not the hissing of the many-legged beast from the hospital, nor that of the hard meat, but the sound of pressurized gas being released. He had heard that noise many times, and knew it immediately as the sound of the power lines being disconnected from his bio-helmet.
The feeling of cool air across his face as the helmet was removed woke him even faster.
Eyes snapping open, Night Eyes lurched up into a sitting position, and the five humans around him all jumped back, visibly startled. The Yautja’s gaze swept across them rapidly, identifying four females and one male, and immediately took in the long rifles the male and one of the females were pointing at him. If they fired, his armor could stop some of the incoming shots, but it wouldn’t protect all of him, and he was painfully aware of the fact that with his bio-helmet removed, his head was extremely vulnerable.
An Enforcer had been rendered a captive of humans. Night Eyes couldn’t stop his upper mandibles from flaring slightly in irritation.
“Well,” the female with the rifle, her hair pulled back into a bun and her frame covered in a large coat, said, “you are one… unsightly fellow.”
“Uh, Satsuki, Doc,” one of the other females, a woman with short hair and wearing some kind of jumpsuit, said, “ET’s awake, and he doesn’t look happy.”
“How can you tell?” the male asked.
“Lower your weapons,” a new voice said. “We need him to know that we are not his enemies.”
Tracing the new voice to its source, Night Eyes discovered two more females in the room. The one who had spoken was sitting up on a bed, bandages around her lower torso and one of her ears, with the other one, apparently a medical officer of some sort, apparently in the process of changing the torso bandages.
Looking back to the others, Night Eyes watched the two with rifles hesitate for a moment, and then slowly lower them, shifting nervously as they did so.
With the immediate threat removed, Night Eyes took in his situation in more detail. It was considerably more primitive than what one would find on a Yautja ship, but he recognized the room as a medical facility. He was sitting on some form of operating table, and a quick examination of his own body revealed a carefully sutured incision along the length of his abdomen.
“You were bleeding internally, so I operated,” the medical officer said. “You’re welcome.” Night Eyes was familiar enough with the language to understand what she was saying, but he couldn’t quite tell whether that was sincere or meant to irritate. He decided it didn’t matter, and his attention was redirected as the female on the bed spoke up.
“Can you understand us?” she asked, her tone level. Night Eyes gave a single, slow nod.
“That’s good,” the female said. “My name is Satsuki Kiryuin. My companions…” at this she gestured to the others near the operating table, “found you at the hospital and brought you back here to our shelter. You have our apologies for the hostile first reaction, but as you no doubt know, this city is not a safe place.” Night Eyes nodded again. Fortunately for his self-esteem, it would seem that he was not a captive of the humans after all.
Slipping off the operating table and rising to his full height, the Enforcer turned to the female in the jumpsuit, the one still holding his bio-helmet. He stared at her for a moment, and she shifted nervously, apparently not understanding what he wanted. Blowing out a short breath, he stretched a hand toward the helmet, head tilting slightly in its direction.
“Oh!” she said, realization dawning. “Sorry. I was just curious what you looked like under that and… here.” She reached toward him just enough to hand off the mask, and he put it back over his face, reattaching the power lines and bringing its systems back online. Flipping through visual modes, he was pleased to see that all of them were functioning well, but was far less pleased to find that his plasma caster was not. He remembered his fall through the stairwell as he had fought the beast in the hospital, and realized he must have landed on the weapon. A short growl of anger escaped him, and the female stepped back. Ignoring her concern, he detached the power lines for the plasma caster and removed the device from his shoulder. He would have to work on repairing it later, after he had learned more about what was going on here.
Stepping away from the table, he crossed the room and approached the female on the bed, Satsuki. She had evidently been injured, and he towered over her, yet in spite of her state and his imposing size she displayed no visible fear as he came closer. The doctor didn’t show worry either, merely a sense of curiosity, which Night Eyes supposed made a certain amount of sense, given her profession. After a moment, however, she went back to changing the girl’s bandages. Night Eyes watched the process in a rather detached manner, somewhat curious about what had happened to her.
As the bandages came off and her bleeding, disfigured skin became more visible, however, curiosity was replaced with apprehension. He had seen burns like that before, surely it could not be the same as the ones caused by the scalding blood of the hard meat?
“What?” Satsuki asked. Night Eyes reached for the bandages. The doctor made to intervene, but Satsuki waved her off. The Enforcer was at least passingly familiar with human cultural mores, so he was fairly certain that what the girl did next was unusual. Taking hold of the bandages, she stripped them all off, leaving herself nude above the waist. Her breasts were bare above the marred skin of her abdomen, but looking up to her face, he saw no trace of shame. Instead, she simply watched him, waiting, perhaps, to see what he did next.
Looking back down to the burn on her abdomen, Night Eyes switched visual modes on his mask. Standard thermal vision and ultraviolet would only reveal what he already knew, that this was a chemical burn, but there was another setting, one designed for special hunts where the honor code’s requirements of reading the land did not strictly apply.
Switching over to tracking mode allowed Night Eyes to see chemical traces, and while the vast majority of the substance that had wounded the girl had been removed, there was enough left, on both her skin and on the bandages removed, to confirm the chemical signature that he had suspected.
Switching back to thermal, he pointed at Satsuki’s burned skin and tilted his head in question. It took her a moment to understand what he was asking, but then she nodded.
“There’s something in here with us,” she said, “something we haven’t seen in the city before. I fought with it in the hall not far from here. It’s hurt, but none of us are certain where it is now.” Night Eyes processed what she had said for a moment, and then stepped away from the bed, heading for the door, where he stopped and looked back at her.
“You want me to show you where it happened?” she asked as the doctor applied a fresh set of bandages. Night Eyes nodded slowly.
As soon as the new bandages were in place, Satsuki rose from the bed, moving toward the door. Aside from what was now covering her abdomen, she was effectively naked. This was definitely not normal for humans.
The female in the greatcoat blocked the girl’s path. Evidently some of the humans felt that way as well.
“No.” she said, with an air of finality. “ Miss Kiryuin, I understand your desire to improve our situation, but I insist you please wear something when you leave the room. We must hold to some level of civilized decorum here.”
Satsuki looked as though she were about to argue, but instead rolled her eyes and turned around. She yanked the blanket off the bed she had been laying in and wrapped it around herself, tying a knot under her armpit.
“Is this to your satisfaction?” she asked the other woman in a tone as sharp as razors.
The other woman opened her mouth as if to argue, and then shut it.
“It will suffice,” she said at last.
A minute or two later, Satsuki led Night Eyes to the stretch of hall where the creature had last been seen. Even if she hadn’t said it already, there would have been no doubt that a battle had taken place here. Several of the overhead lighting fixtures had been destroyed, and swathes of carbonized matter painted large portions of the walls. Neither of those interested Night Eyes, for he had found what he sought.
In several spots on the floor, and one part of the wall, the hardened material of the bunker had been damaged, not by explosive fragmentation, but eaten away. Night Eyes ran a finger tentatively across the surface, feeling the pitted texture indicative of acidic corrosion. Tracking mode revealed the same chemical signature that had been on the bandages and Satsuki herself. Looking back at the girl, he pointed a finger at the partially dissolved wall, and then held up a fist, extending first one finger, then two, then three, finishing by tilting his head to the side in question.
“How many?” She asked, and he nodded. She responded with “Just one,” before her eyes narrowed.
“You know what this is, don’t you?” Night eyes nodded one more time.
“Kiande amedha,” he said. He had been wrong to suspect their presence at the hospital, but here, in this purported shelter, things were different. Now there could be no mistake.
There may be only one, but the hard meat were here.
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