This wasn't supposed to happen.
Is that not a word that everyone has spoken or thought of in life, surely without one exception?
Seeing ideals, setting goals, lodging determination, getting serious, moving towards a future that I hoped would be like this.
But life, and the world, is fussy and disgusting. If you think of it as right, if you think of it as left, if you think of it as left, what a natural thing to do, it is here that you go "diagonally up the anticipation." No matter what you think is stupid, impossible, unreasonable, it's like being swallowed up by cannon water and flushed, but flirting with an irrational torrent and thrown out on this beach (reality) like a driftwood.
It is up to the person who is dream-breaking, heartbroken, and made to look like a borough tree to get up and walk out again, or to bury and disappear in the sand (reality) as it is...... in person. Most of the time, there is salvation somewhere. Sometimes someone will pay for the sand, and it's possible they'll pull their hands up and pull up their buried bodies. Some may lean against me until the wound heals.
But...
(I'm sure there's no salvation. That shouldn't happen. Oh, I, for God's sake...)
Equipment warehouse with narrow metal shelves and packed cardboard and equipment. One girl was sitting on her knees in that place where she would not dare to temporarily store the equipment she had removed from the large warehouse, not so wide.
The girl thumps her body in a sudden, loud shock sound. Gang-gang-gang-ganging, continuously sounding shock sounds. Someone's knocking on the armory door from the outside. Face up in such a way that the girl is afraid.
She was more of a beautiful girl than a cute one - she was. Around sixteen or seven years old? Golden hair wrapped in shrews and sidetailed, the hanging eyes reminiscent of prank cats are colored with long eyelashes and jade eyes. Overall in a slender shape, the feet wrapped in black stockings stretching out of the skirt are thin and long. She was also a girl who seemed to work well enough as a model.
But the fact that the girl was never a model or something, the clothes showed that a normal girl could not wear it first. Yes, she was wearing a white coat on her blouse.
It is obvious from the tiredness of the white coat and how, for some reason, I am accustomed to wearing what seems to be a "good fit" that I was forced to wear in some fold or not due to a slightly special hobby.
The girl, who looked so slightly peculiar, again held her head with both hands, screaming "hissing" at the strong shocking sound of the gunshot. Even this became smaller, looking frightened to see, but the fright was apparently unknown but not of the late shock noise ringing from outside the warehouse, rather knowing who it was but of the late.
Because at the same time the look on the girl's face was frightened, there was such a color floating around as pity, sadness, being struck by guilt.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry..."
Little, white-coated girl who repeats her words of penance with a voice that is going to blend straight into the air. What the hell is that, an apology for...
And, at that time, the shocking sound that was ringing stopped perfectly. The girl in white, hoarding a tear Shizuku at the edge of her eyes, said, "What's wrong?" I doubt it. The "principles of their behavior" created by the girl in white are extremely instinctive. Therefore, it should not be so easy to leave the equipment warehouse where there is a "prey" called a girl. So, did something else appear to interest them?
The girl, wiping her eyes with the sleeves of a gossip and a white coat, kept crawling on all fours. It was time to go between the cabinets. Thus, from behind, which was a blind spot from the door of the storeroom, the girl, who came like a frightened cat to the edge of the cabinet, gently peered her face from the shadow of the cabinet and turned her gaze towards the sound-stopped door.
"Hih."
Strange screams that I don't usually put out. When I saw the door, I couldn't help but notice the back of my throat. At the end of the girl's gaze, the armoury door - dented in a bump - was still about to be broken.
Since it is a temporary storage warehouse, it is made of iron and has a key. Nonetheless, abnormal, it is severely distorted by the creation of frivolous irregularities, as if it had been a shock that was also concentrated on one point. From the abyss of the door, an outside hallway peered. One more blow, and if you get a shock, you're going to fall inward as it is.
……
The girl, who killed her breath and stared at the door for a while, eventually pulled her strength out of her shoulder. Apparently, "they" went somewhere near breaking the door...
And it seemed a little early to think.
The door blew inward at the same time as the goggling sound of the shock. Again, screaming "hiccup," the girl turns herself over. The next moment, the door, which flew with fierce momentum, snapped down the shelf near the girl.
With her buttocks on, is it a habit when she is surprised, the girl holding her head with both hands again opens her fearful meditating eyes as she accumulates tears Shizuku at the edge of her eyes.
"Whoo, whoo"
"Ah, ugh."
At the end of the girl's gaze, there was a man. Like a girl, she is a young man in her mid-twenties or so in white.
"Se, seniors..."
Leaked girl whining. The young man, apparently, is her "senior." But if someone who did not know the circumstances saw the scene, the girl's words would not have been satisfied after all.
Because no matter how the man looked, he didn't even look like a decent person in the first place because of the girl who was in a position to wear white and still wouldn't shade her sensible eyes even if she had a frightened look on her face.
The focus is uncertain, the unusual eyes that occasionally strip white eyes, the raised faces and arms of the blood vessels, the flesh that should be lean by nature, like an enlarged bodybuilder by the unusual, the exhalation is rough and salivating, with a low roar like a beast. Doesn't look very sensible. How uncomfortable of that aptitude while wearing the same white coat as the girl.
And above all, the anomaly is its tightly gripped fists. Perhaps, until earlier, that fist, which would have continued to beat so much that the iron door broke, was peeling off, the flesh was choosing, the bones were popping up, and it was painting on the blood, but that fist was returning so rapidly that it could see at first sight. No, to be precise, should we say that the meat is flourishing, the bones with the cracks are reconnected and restored to fist form with distortion?
"Duh, duh, duh"
"Ah, ah..."
Slipping and the girl falls back with her buttocks on. The unusual young man follows it with a sleigh with a roaring voice. The warehouse is not that big. Therefore, the girl's back was immediately inhibited by the wall.
Before the cornered girl, a man stands like an unreasonable beast. Warm things poured out of the girl's crotch holding her head. I've made too much of my fear go away, but to the girl herself, I can't afford to care about it.
To such a girl, without any hesitation, a fist was swung up that even destroyed the iron door of the youth.
(Sorry, do...... If only I hadn't done such research...... Sorry, seniors...... guys......)
In a few beats the girl repeats her penance in her heart, trembling at her own death.
And so his fist, which would smash the girl's face with ease, swung down...
"Dr. Grant!
The anger of the young woman and the dry bursting sound echoed. "Senior's fist stops. And slowly, he looked back as he roared. The girl in white also turns her gaze from the shadow of" seniors "towards the door.
There was a tall woman in a black suit holding a pistol with both hands.
"Dr. Grant, please get down!
"Eh."
To the sharp instruction of Billy and the air trembling, Dr. Grant - Emily Grant lay down, trying to fall in reflexively.
Shortly afterwards, the shooting sounds ringing continuously. And the roar of the beast. The earthy footsteps keep Emily away. If Emily lay down and turned her gaze, there was a "black suit woman firing at the seniors" and a "seniors advancing without a thing."
At first, the woman "seems to have targeted the shoulders and legs of the seniors, but smacks her tongue into the appearance that she hasn't even suffered an itch even if she was hit. Shortly afterwards," seniors "stuck their fists out at the woman as they screamed, stuffed their mistakes at an incredible rate that was hardly an exaggeration, even for a moment.
Ayah, it was thought that the woman would be just a piece of meat as it were, but that she was not the only one was to be proven the next moment.
"Ha."
With a short exhalation, the woman stepped forward (...). So, scratching her impending fist, she grabbed the collar with one hand and flipped when she stepped into the "seniors" pocket. Decide on a brilliant back throw as it is.
"Seniors", who used the momentum of the rush to throw moves, were to be slammed against the wall opposite the hallway with it upside down as it was. Still, it still didn't look like I got an itch...
"... sorry"
There's one word for that. At the same time, a dry burst sound. The nine millimeter bullet that popped up broke in through the eyes of "seniors" and crushed their brains relentlessly. Bikun shivered and eventually weakened and stopped moving like he had lost his strength "seniors".
The woman observed Ji for a while with her pistol in her hands, but "the senior" seemed to decide that she would no longer move, and she pulled her strength out of her shoulder. And while exchanging magazines in a familiar way, I turn to Emily, who is sitting in contact with me somewhere on a telecom, as if I were sitting in the back of the armory, with a less emotional look on her face.
"Dr. Grant, you're safe and above all. I'm Vanessa Paradi with the National Security Agency. I picked you up. I will now escort you to a safe place."
A woman who stopped by Emily early enough and named Vanessa, who softly offered her hand. Seen nearby, I see, she had an atmosphere and appearance that made her look familiar with the havoc. Cut long sharp eyes, grege-colored berry short hair. Height, one hundred and seventy will surely exceed. From all over, there are signs of sharp and cold, like knives.
So, I guess. Emily wrinkled between her eyebrows like she was alert.
"... I know roughly what your situation is. Alert naturally. But we can't afford the time. This facility is filled with ferocious staff. My colleagues are drawing attention, but that won't last long either. So trust me now and follow me."
"............... Seniors are..."
"... sorry. My priority protection is yours. I couldn't afford to let it go wild. And by the way, it's too late."
"Yeah. I know best."
Emily stares for a while at the end of the "seniors" sinking into the sea of blood over Vanessa, then shifts her gaze to Vanessa. As cold and expressionless as ever, her eyes seemed to dwell close enough to reflect Emily's appearance, somehow, with her labor and apologies for Emily.
Emily took Vanessa's hand as she was offered after staring at her eyes jizzily.
"I didn't trust you... because I'm not gonna die yet"
"Yeah, that's okay. Never leave me, follow me."
Vanessa nodded cocklessly at Emily, wiping her tears accumulated at the edge of her cat-like hanging eyes with a white coat and lifting her stiffness even more. And then he leads Emily out of the room.
"... seniors, I'm sorry. I'm sure I'll stop it."
……
Emily concludes by saying, "Senior."
Emily, still young and unfamiliar to the public even as she was hailed a genius, was always alone in college where she enrolled in the flying class. My natural losing personality is perfectly fine in such an environment! I was just making her say and do things, but it's still hard for Emily, who's still young...
It is now the professors of the laboratory to which Emily belongs and their students who have made Emily such a strong researcher in a true sense. If you were to father a professor who took care of you from what to what, your predecessors were your brother and sister. He was adorable like my sister, and then, as a researcher, he treated me more than reciprocal.
Among other things, the unbroken and breathless "senior" in front of me was a benefactor who helped Emily especially personally.
Emily's less than a beat of silent prayer contained strong thoughts that could not be expressed in words.
Vanessa puts an emotionless glance at Emily like that, even as she guards her surroundings. No, there was a slight shake. That's pitiful, or worrying...
But the moment Emily finished her brief silent prayer, she was returning to a faceless expression that did not enlighten her original emotions.
"Let's go"
"Yeah."
The two disappeared into the back of a dim hallway amidst a slightly gunshot facility, wary of the irrational supermen that swung, or in fear of the worst reunion with their changed father substitutes, brothers and sisters.
"Oh, is that the famous clock tower? Yeah, I knew you'd only see this kind of thing raw"
There was a Japanese boy cashing his smartphone as he sounded satisfied. He is a particularly uncharacteristic boy carrying a large backpack and wrapping plain clothes based on black.
When the blackish boy took a single photograph, he raised his face haphazardly as he confirmed the photographic appearance of the photograph.
"Yabe, not if you're touring forever. We need to fulfill our orders from our demon king."
The clock in the picture is already showing the end of the day. The surrounding landscape is also becoming quite dim sometimes with cloudy weather of things that have not fallen until snow.
The boy turned his heels back, exhaling haha, as he put his smartphone on and re-carried his backpack.
"Even though it's for personal use, people are rough. For once, I'm inside... and I can't say no. Will you do your best?"
A boy who disappears into people hurrying his way home while talking to himself about that. Eventually, the figure was completely buried in the surrounding view and invisible.
Most of all, before he was disputed by the crowd, he did not even have one gaze on the boy. Too normal, too non-existent.
No one, of course, noticed the anomaly.