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Point ZER0 - Chapter 06What happened? Where am I? And why it is so dark in here?
Hitomi pushed a piece of rubbish off her, feeling a sharp pain in her hand. She noticed that she was lucky and only sprained her hand. Dazed, she stood up and searched for her partner. Where was Emi?
‘Emi? Can you hear me? Emi?!’
She almost freaked out when she was a bunch of stones with red strands out of it. She rushed to her, pulling and pushing the stones and debris away. She looked worse.
Emi opened her eyes, trying to get up when the debris was removed, but noticed the couldn’t. She
felt a really sharp pain in her chest and coughed in her hand.
Blood. A large amount of blood came out of her mouth. She spat it out on the floor.
‘Nice…I broke some ribs…’ She coughed again.
‘Don’t try to force yourself. Just stay put here.’
Her eyes widened when she saw the clothes of her sister. A sharp piece of rubbish stabbed through her stomach, just under her CORE. Blood soake
Facts about me xD01. I'm a (dumb) blonde. (literally and figuratively, because i bump into things everywhere. Like my chair, every morning i hit my toe against that thing. >.
Point ZER0 - Chapter 05Finally they made it once in time to work. Emi just sat in her chair when commander Ayakea came
out of her office.
‘Good morning girls. Finally in time, I see?’
‘Yeah, but it was a close call today. I still need to fix my alarm.’
Hitomi mixed herself in the discussion. ‘You’re just too lazy to fix it or to get up.’
‘I just want to get up in time, but I’m a really heavy sleeper. And in the end you always push me out
‘That’s your own fault! When your alarm still was right you fell out of bed because it was going off
‘Girls, please! Stop fighting. It’s just the beginning of the day! Well now, you can go interrogate Mio.
She waiting in room number 07.’
Sighing a little, Emi stood up. She was bad in interrogate someone, she already knew that. When
arrived at room 07 she sighed again.
‘I hate interrogate someone.’
‘It’s also part of t
Point ZER0 Chapter 04Emi still felt the barrel of the gun against her head, the hard voice of Mio in her ears.
‘Drop your weapon.’
Slowly, Emi slipped her gun out of hands. With an metallic sound it fell on the street. She put her hands in her neck as a sign she was unarmed.
‘Hinato? What’s going on over there?’ Ayakea yelled in her earpiece. Emi whispered almost inaudible, but it was loud enough for the earpiece.
‘Send an team. I’m being held at gunpoint by that Mio. Over.’
Mio noticed something.
‘What the-....Turn that earpiece off.’
Emi turned it off, just in time, because Ayakea was giving orders.
‘I want an team to the city right now! One of my agents is in life danger!’
‘Come with me.’ Mio pulled the girl with her. They walked through the streets, Mio was hiding her gun behind Emi’s hair so the citizens wouldn’t freak out. They stopped by an ally were no-one could see them. But, Hitomi followed the two fro
Point ZER0 Chapter 03Hitomi woke up with a huge yawn and stretched herself out, but she forgot that Emi also was on the couch and almost pushed her off.
‘Hmm...Watch out, will yaAAAGH!’
Because she was lying on the edge of the couch and Hitomi pushed a little too far by accident, Emi fell off. Now she was completely awake.
‘Always falling, hm?’
‘Hey! This time it was your fault that i fell!’
‘We don’t have time for fights. Let’s have breakfast.’
After an quick breakfast they went upstairs to get dressed.
‘Man, not THIS blouse again!’ Emi pouted.
‘What, the tight one again? I told you to wash your other ones so you could wear those! But you didn’t listen!’
Hitomi was almost done, but Emi had a fight with the buttons of her blouse.
*sigh* ‘Let me help you...There.’
‘Thanks, but i feel REALLY tight in this....OH SHIT!’
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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