Restore: The World's End

【When the Rain Started Falling】

『Mission III』

【When the Rain Started Falling】

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A combination of colors had collided accompanied by booming sounds of projectiles escaping the gun barrels with sheer force leaving the wall shattered, edges black and burnt. Rion, with good reflexes, immediately took action as she tightly held her restoration gun and raised both hands, crossing them over each other for a block. The red-head got tossed around by the impact, with her black beret sent flying, rolling onto the ground like a rag doll being thrown by children. She tightly shut her eyes, gritted her teeth and ignored the pain done by the explosion as the number of scrapes and bruises were added onto her body.

Rion knew it was coming; she thanked God for letting her ears grab a familiar sound that might have brought her death if it was charged long enough. She pulled the metallic trigger at the right time to at least save herself from becoming a piece of barbecued human flesh.

The Japanese-Korean coughed some dust that had gotten in let her eyelids lift to see the haze of brown clouds blind her. She bit her lip, knitted her eyebrows and pulled herself up, putting her raven colored beret back onto her head, getting ready for what’s coming as she started grabbing her fear and shutting it into a box inside of her, never to come out. Adrenaline rushed into her veins as the haze seemed to have lightened and when it did, what came into her was a balled fist aiming for her porcelain doll face that she immediately blocked with her bruised arm. She swallowed all unnecessary feelings and looked at that man’s hazel eyes straight on with her own glare as she straightened herself up to avoid that hit driven by force.

“Recreate…” Rion cursed under her breath as she gritted her teeth.

“You’re from Judgment now, I see.” A conclusion the brunette came up with upon seeing the department’s symbol on the red-head’s headpiece as he accompanied his voice with an English accent, smirking at Rion, clearly mocking her as he let out a chuckle. “You think you can hide now, can you?”

“Don’t kill her, John.” Another man said as he appeared from the haze that was slowly vanishing, his clothes like that of the man in front of Rion, only with his hair colored with crows’ feathers and his skin like that of paper. “She could be a hostage.”

With all that talking, Rion brought all courage and gathered force on her left leg as she lifted it up and kicked the man hard on the waist, making him flinch and taking steps back.

Rion bit her lip as she jumped backwards and started to run, leaving the men

“Tch!” The English man said upon Rion’s departure, making him and his companion get on their feet and run after her, both of them grabbing another type of gun of a different color as they ran, shooting their projectiles on the running Asian, only to miss their shots.

Rion felt the oxygen running out in her lungs as she started to speed up her pace, avoiding the crossfire. ‘What terrible luck I have.’ She cursed in her thoughts, biting her lip, as she kept her restoration gun and grabbed two other ones with the shape of pistols, another type. She threw herself behind a broken pillar, sliding her shoes on the sand, making small brown clouds fly on mid-air as they slowly vanished.

The red-head felt her heart thumping, almost to the point that she thought that it’ll come out of her chest soon. She took small peeks behind, accompanied by rough panting as she let her back lean on the discolored pillar.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it.” She whispered to herself repeatedly; tying to ease her unnecessary feelings that could possibly lead to her end, as the pressure began to swallow her up.