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After a long and arduous war, the Gastrea threat is mostly eliminated. The invention of a new counter-virus - dubbed "Bellerophon" - eradicates the Gastrea viruses all over the world. It looked like humanity was recovering and all was good... except for the Cursed Children that is. With their abilities and powers no longer needed, the government are authorizing a crackdown on those born with the virus since Bellerophon can't cure them, stealth assassination ops are carried here and there, eliminating them one by one, sometimes with their partners should the latter refused to hand their Initiator over. Two years had passed since... only a handful of Cursed Children known to survive... One of them, the blue-haired sword-wielding Kohina Hiruko.
-A small house in the outskirts of Tokyo-
"Papa, they are here." A girl, with peculiar blue hair and vivid red eyes, was hiding behind a window of her bedroom as a spotlight shone through it, searching here and there, it was obvious that she was hiding from it, "I think there's about five of them, could be more." She said calmly, both of her hands carrying her signature weapon, twin blades. Hina perked up when a loud thud came from the main door followed by the creaking of wood, "They are trying to barge in." She narrowed her eyes, "I'll take care of them..." She nodded to her father, a tall slim man wearing a black suit and white opera mask. Hina moved swiftly to the living room as she used her abilities to jump up and plant herself on the ceiling's corner like a spider.
The wooden door gave way under pressure and not a second later, a smoke grenade was thrown into the room, spewing its smog all over the living room and into the rest of the house. Three men, all wearing special forces equipment, black camouflage suit, nightvision googles, and all. They carried assault rifles with modified Varanium bullets, specifically designed to harm those with Gastrea viruses inside of them such as the Cursed Children, in which Hina was one. The leader made some gestures as he ordered his two subordinates to search the house, still unaware of the stalking predator right on top of them... a mistake they would soon regret.
A pair of glowing red eyes, glints of sharp steel, and then... all hell broke loose as Hina unleashed her tranquil fury upon the three men. One of them had their head cut clean off his body, the other two aimed their weapons in a frantic search for their target as blood spewed. "..." Hina didn't give them a chance as she rolled underneath the table then slid below one soldier, jamming her sword up his crotch then used her right leg to knock his feet down, eviscerating him. Two down, one to go. Bullets flew here and there, fired by the last surviving soldier, he hit nothing but walls and furniture and as his rifle clicked, signalling the magazine was dry, was the moment where he felt cold steel piercing through his back and out of his chest, puncturing his heart. The man gurgled then fell to the ground, lifeless.
The Cursed Child wiped the blood off her swords as she gazed out the window, the commotion definitely revealed their position and now that they knew, they'll be more careful. "Papa," she returned to her father, dodging spotlights as she went, "What should we do now?"
After a long and arduous war, the Gastrea threat is mostly eliminated. The invention of a new counter-virus - dubbed "Bellerophon" - eradicates the Gastrea viruses all over the world. It looked like humanity was recovering and all was good... except for the Cursed Children that is. With their abilities and powers no longer needed, the government are authorizing a crackdown on those born with the virus since Bellerophon can't cure them, stealth assassination ops are carried here and there, eliminating them one by one, sometimes with their partners should the latter refused to hand their Initiator over. Two years had passed since... only a handful of Cursed Children known to survive... One of them, the blue-haired sword-wielding Kohina Hiruko.
-A small house in the outskirts of Tokyo-
"Papa, they are here." A girl, with peculiar blue hair and vivid red eyes, was hiding behind a window of her bedroom as a spotlight shone through it, searching here and there, it was obvious that she was hiding from it, "I think there's about five of them, could be more." She said calmly, both of her hands carrying her signature weapon, twin blades. Hina perked up when a loud thud came from the main door followed by the creaking of wood, "They are trying to barge in." She narrowed her eyes, "I'll take care of them..." She nodded to her father, a tall slim man wearing a black suit and white opera mask. Hina moved swiftly to the living room as she used her abilities to jump up and plant herself on the ceiling's corner like a spider.
The wooden door gave way under pressure and not a second later, a smoke grenade was thrown into the room, spewing its smog all over the living room and into the rest of the house. Three men, all wearing special forces equipment, black camouflage suit, nightvision googles, and all. They carried assault rifles with modified Varanium bullets, specifically designed to harm those with Gastrea viruses inside of them such as the Cursed Children, in which Hina was one. The leader made some gestures as he ordered his two subordinates to search the house, still unaware of the stalking predator right on top of them... a mistake they would soon regret.
A pair of glowing red eyes, glints of sharp steel, and then... all hell broke loose as Hina unleashed her tranquil fury upon the three men. One of them had their head cut clean off his body, the other two aimed their weapons in a frantic search for their target as blood spewed. "..." Hina didn't give them a chance as she rolled underneath the table then slid below one soldier, jamming her sword up his crotch then used her right leg to knock his feet down, eviscerating him. Two down, one to go. Bullets flew here and there, fired by the last surviving soldier, he hit nothing but walls and furniture and as his rifle clicked, signalling the magazine was dry, was the moment where he felt cold steel piercing through his back and out of his chest, puncturing his heart. The man gurgled then fell to the ground, lifeless.
The Cursed Child wiped the blood off her swords as she gazed out the window, the commotion definitely revealed their position and now that they knew, they'll be more careful. "Papa," she returned to her father, dodging spotlights as she went, "What should we do now?"
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