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She landed with a crack, her body coiling and springing into a guard. She felt his chest give way as she, a human-sized ceramic bullet, forced her way forward. She stood in the teflon-coated cavity beside the two other guards in the team. She'd lost the element of surprise, and had been counting on the shock of her entrance. These white-clad warriors were more on the ball than her alarm-ringer.

The melody of the automatic burst upon her back was echoed like an insane orchestra of tea bells, amplified by the ricochets. Although undamaged, she was forced forward into the other guard, losing her footing in the remnants of the first. She twirled, grabbed the guard's rifle, and forced him to fire on his comrade. Kevlar protected the man, but the bullets pushed him back sufficiently for her to act.

She turned the rifle downwards, forcing the guard to shoot his own foot. Continuing to move the rifle while holding onto his hands, did short work of the guard's wrists. He dropped the rifle and she let it fall, flattening her hand and forcing the fingertips through the bridge of the guards nose, letting her fingers, and the splintered cartilidge enter his brain. She let him drop like a toy she'd grown out of and faced the third, hearing the shouts and seeing the shadows of the military force brought to bear on her person. She did, after all, still hold the cannister.

The final guard ended up killing himself. She sheilded her ceramic eyes from his attempt to fire, and the ricochet blew clean through his face. She took a deep breath, and placed the cannister on the ground. The magazine slid out from her gun, replaced by a loader on her backpack, as white as she was, and her only article of clothing. From the same pack came a matching gun. Both weapons designed more for hand to hand confrontation than distance work. She stood her ground.

"Whiteout. Confirm"

A voice spoke through digital haze within her inner ear.

"Whiteout, Doll. 3 meters from your location."

She didn't bother to look.

"Chaos. Confirm"

"Chaos, Doll. Is he allright?"

"-Confirm-, Chaos"

"100 meters. Vehicle entrance."

The soldiers were rushing in. At least twenty. More frightfully soon. She waited until they raised their rifles.

"Whiteout. Strobe."

Doll's neck followed every soldier's at once. A young woman with brown hair and intense eyes, appearing from nowhere, and at that moment, the most captivating thing in the room. Doll hit her headset, forcing a feedback scream that split her skull and distracted her from that intense figure.

As captivated as the guards were, their reaction was built in. The thing that receives the most attention gets fired on. But only a handful of rounds were shot before the woman simply disappeared, and the bullets came at them from an entirely other direction. They turned, preparing to fire on doll, running clockwise, shooting at the soldiers, when behind them their necks snapped to face the captivating woman running counterclockwise, also now firing.

Doll knew that after three minutes of Whiteout strobing her powers, the human brain would simply shut down. The imposition on the processing center for the senses was simply too much. Any subject to that experience would suffer crippling pain from sensory input for months. Fortunately, thirty soldiers were dead in less than thirty seconds. No time to suffer.

Doll ran for the cannister picking it up. She saw Whiteout race ahead of her, and promptly forgot she even existed. She sprinted out of the chamber, down the corridors. Her remaining rounds were spent after 10 soldiers. She hit the motor pool at full speed, utilizing her guns as batons, hearing the mass of soldiers behind her. In the center of the motor pool was an ATV already running. The door was open. A figure stood in its frame.

"Chaos."

"Confirmed"

"Aero, Confirm."

"Aero, Doll. 1.5Km from your position. Hot or cold?"

"Hot. Authorizing Genesis ********. Shutting down video reception."

"Chaos. Genesis Zero."

"Confirmed"

"Whiteout. Off the Vehicle. Regroup at Rendezvous"

"Confirmed"

Doll leapt on the atv, brushing nonexistant flesh. She accelerated through the motor pool, the figure in the doorway coming into harsh relief. Turquoise plating matching her hair, fear and fury forming her eyeliner. The woman opened her arms as Doll tossed the cannister. When the woman caught it, the metal spilling like water in her hands, Doll accelerated and sped out of the facility.

The now liquid cannister formed a bubble in the woman's hands, growing ever more transparent, revealing a shadow, and intense, frightened crimson eyes. She smiled through the tears as the bubble burst and the shadow surrounded her. She was immersed the cold blissful shadow of her desire.

"You're free. I'm here."

Justice...

"Genesis Zero"

The woman heard the arms fire, but saw nothing. She let her rage and fear expand outside of her. It had been discovered that her transmutation powers were restricted by her own senses. As strange as what came out of her, her own eyes and ears limited the results. Immersed in the shadow's sensory deprivation, she let her nightmares free, the shadow encasing their forms and growing as lights exploded, rage uncontained creating immesurable darkness, and infinite possibility for a pair that defined reality by their existence.

She didn't hear the screams. She didn't see the beasts from her infant nightmares feast on the bodies as easily as the shadow feasted on fears. In minutes the serene white tower was transformed into a cathederal of clawing primal terror.

Doll sped on. To look back would be to become salt.

She heard the helicopters coming.

"The mission went without a hitch."

"Doll, I've seen the satellite photos. You and I are going to have a talk about what 'hitch' means. How are the kids?"

"Safe. Whiteout's going to need vicodin, Chaos and Shadow are going to need to be isolated from each other...Again. They're not healthy together."

"They're effective."

"It's not going to last, Hammond. They pull their stunt any more, and she's going to lose her sanity. And if we lose her, we lose Shadow."

"You authorized Genesis Zero, Doll."

"I know, Hammond. But-"

"In and out, Doll. Chaos wasn't supposed to be on the team. You and Whiteout, with a heavy backup in case things went south."

"Chaos was the guarantee. We couldn't be sure what they'd done to him. He could have been hostile. He'd never go after Chaos."

"Did they?"

"No. But you're not going to believe what they had planned."

"Enough to start a war, Doll?"

"Enough to send a message."

"I'll start the diplomatic work. Anything I can use against them?"

"Yeah. There's a fully functioning nuclear reactor that's still intact under the sand. It'd take months to get it unearthed, but that whole area should read hot. They push, bring in a UN inspection team. They have no evidence of a facility, but they have a reactor?"

Doll began laughing into the headset, stopping only at Sonic's glare. She removed the gear. Sonic's hands flew angrily at Doll's face.

"It's not quite naked, Sonic. But the mission's never over until it's over. I always stay armored until I'm home."

She was so young, thought Doll. So impossibly young. The fury in her eyes was so innocent, like Gabriel at the end of the world. Her hands moved quickly again.

"You -can- talk you know...I know they taught you how."

More gestures.

"Fair enough. But if you're going to do that, wait until you're in a place where you don't kill your friends as well."

Ah, a universal hand gesture. Doll smiled, shaking her head.

"Let it out, Jillian."

She moved with such grace, doll mused. She could see the orchestra of misery and fury being conducted by her fingertips.

"I could have killed him. Just that one person. You're right. In and out. Just like we'd planned. Instead I killed roughly...40. Sandra got rid of about 15...Chaos and Gendou...I think we're talking triple digits there. And then you killed everyone else, Jillian. You killed every living thing for about 25 miles. Don't worry, you're not entirely to blame. Weston was your amplifier."

Sonic opened and closed her mouth, her hands shaking.

"I know it would have been easier if you'd killed me in the blast. Don't sweat it. You don't hate me most. Michael does. Our conflict is a little closer."

The hands snapped, the words making contact with Doll's face, plinking against the ceramic.

"Of course I will. Weston's a killer, Rene's a killer, I made Sanda a killer fairly easily. And you. Wow, Jillian...Nations will weep."

One gesture.

"Because today, we just pulled one of our own out of a jar. Because they were going to throw that jar at pretty much the speed of light at three particles also going at the same speed. At that point, the particles...They're just light. Gendou. Surrounded by the light of a supernova. It didn't matter that he'd die...That he'd disintigrate. They were going to figure out how he worked by the traces he left behind. TO them, he wasn't even someone to kill. He was a means of making weapons."

Jillian wept. Doll hoped that Gabriel would weep as well when there was nothing left.

"So, I made a choice. We could rescue Gen. One, maybe two kills. And they'd keep going. Instead...We have what we have. We have thousands of families demanding to know why their government sacrificed the lives of soldiers. Roughly 30 billion dollars spent on that abominable facility, that was supposed to feed a nation...Gone, and now to be accounted for before the world. They'll bankrupt their nation trying it again. But they won't, you know why?"

Jillian just stared, as Doll rose. Implaccable, rigid, staring deep into Gommorah.

"Because God is watching, Jillian. And the last person that ******** with God lost an entire generation to his Wrath."

She planted her cold pristine lips on Jillian's trembling forehead.

"Be at peace Jillian. We are angels. We are the Left Hand of God."

-END OF STORY-

That was an interesting read. 3nodding

I agree with Will; your descriptive style created a vivid image in my mind - almost a story board of the events that I could "see" in my head.

The setting is interesting too, and I'm curious about the nature of this particular mission.

I encourage you to write more, I enjoyed this intro. 3nodding

Interesting. I'm intrigued and would like to see where this goes.

I do want reactions. I want comments to the scene and the style. My writing is a lot more stylized than most, and I never know if it works, or if I'm just jerking off onto a white screen.

And if you read it, please comment. I'm having panic attacks enough as it is.