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Awash in heavy dreary rain, visual clarity is obstructed intensely and the sky was consumed by grey. The sun wouldn't peak, it couldn't. This mirrors that incident of a mere 8 years ago, her breath is caught in her throat, she closes it with her fingers to no avail. The classroom lights were off, somehow no light would penetrate the glass walls of this skyscraper like classroom building. A blanket of clouds had blocked out the upper atmosphere, as if forced by some supernatural force.
Celia's eyes bulged a little from the lack of air, and the irritation that set in from her fingers caressing her face intensely. Ran and ran, she did. What was that figure? It had the height of the janitor, but what peaked out from under that body sized black robe was not human. Pale whitish skin like a rotting corpse, a lack of facial features, not even a mouth or nose let alone eyes. What's happening? How did this even begin?
It was just like any other day, but the lights went out and for some reason everyone was gone. Is this the end?
*thump thump*
Her heart rate raise in tandem with each footstep, she could no longer tell if her heart was beating loudly or if it was the creature outside. Heavy footsteps from an inhuman feet, zero facial features and a head-like appendage pitching up the walking hulking robbed figure. Black robe, leathery white skin like a crocodile or a branded bag. It was nothing like fish scales or feathers, it was thick durable skin that surpassed human expectations. She was sure of it, even if she had a knife it wouldn't be able to puncture a single bit of this creatures tough hide.
Ran and ran, she went pass a few flight of stairs, reached a random classroom with no time to check the creature's whereabouts. Then she hid under the teacher's desk, there was nowhere else she could have hid. The space under the student's tables and chairs were sparse, she would be seen instantly. Only the teacher's desk offered thicker walls that covered the bottom half and the legs reaching the ground. Like a treasure box of delicious delights, waiting to be devoured in a scrumptious manner.
*thump thump thump*
It seemed to be getting further as the footsteps receded into the distance... She didn't trust her senses and decided to continue hiding. There was no way out if she was discovered here, the desk bottom covered all sides except for the front. Thankfully there weren't any windows on the doors, they were just big polished wooden doors that are kept open almost 24/7.
"hrrruuuururururuuruuuu!" (?)
An unidentified calling sound bounced off the walls of the classroom she hid in. What the hell is that?! She was thankful that she hadn't stepped out of the desk a single bit. It had no facial features but it could fake the sound of footsteps and create inexplicable noise? Was it toying with her, having already found her location? For all she knew, the moment she peeked her head out, it would lunge at her. She was frozen stiff, and her heartbeat wouldn't slow down.
The sound of something wet sloshed against the ground, like tentacles brushing against the floor, haphazardly knocking over multiple chairs and tables without effort. If she were constricted by those tentacles, she wouldn't see tomorrow. This... This was like that day all those years ago... If she could survive then, she could survive now. She's a highschooler now! She's not the same weakling as last time... Well, she's still a weakling compared to that hideous monster, but now she could at least run a little further, a little faster. Persevere a little longer...
The faceless head peaks over the teacher's desk. It has no eyes, but she could tell it was staring directly at her. Her breath halts in terror, there was nothing in her life that could prepare her for this moment. For a moment, a figure with a mask flashes over the monster, a visage of a near forgotten time. It revived the deep seated fear inside her body, the despair that hit her like a truck and molded her tears like a demon. It was similarly dark in her house, dark beyond relief. She was sure at that time, the house intruder wouldn't find her. If not for her father getting into a tussle right after arriving home... He could have still lived.
Was this it? It took many years just to move on from the trauma, to internalise the grief of a loved one never coming back. He bled out and died from shock before any help could arrive, and he gave his life to take out the intruder with him. Where were the magical girls when that happened? Where were these convenient heroes when her family lost a dear member?
"Hey." (?)
The monster wrenched its head away at a blinding speed, it had no face but Celia could somehow tell it was mad. Her nerves were burnt out from the fear engulfing her senses, but she was finally able to regain her breath. Her lungs burnt, and her face distorted from the nausea. It was hope, she so desperately wanted to live... Even if she had to be saved by those detestable magical girls. She couldn't help but start sobbing vigorously, in no time she couldn't see through the blur of her tears and her wailing became less coherent.
"G-g-get em!!! Magical girls!!" (Celia)
"... On it!" (?)
The tentacles ravaged the school building and tore it apart, the ear tearing screech of metal splitting apart rings out in the class room, tables and chairs are flung at such high velocities that they flatten upon impact and carve holes through the ceiling and walls. She could hear the wind pressure, akin to the aftershocks of a bomb brush past the teacher's desk, throwing the projector and stationary off its surface. Finally, there was one last thud on the ground, indicating the collapse of a massive weight. When she begun to peak out, the classroom had nearly been cleared of tables and chairs as all of it had been thrown far apart.
All that's left was a girl in a purplish black dress, and blackish red hair. Her eyes were striking yet her features were soft, her hair parted on her left side and seemed to curve towards the air. A massive greatsword of blackish red light was laid into the ground, a single small wrist grips it by the handle as it slept like excalibur. She looked exceedingly familiar, yet unfamiliar. She supposed that magical girls simply had that sort of effect on the psyche, deferring any who attempted to delve into identities.
Without hesitation, she rushed onto the magical girls chest and resumed sobbing. Warmth, for someone she derided as almost another species, it was incredibly warm. The magical girl's body heat was somehow the same as a human's despite moving at such incomprehensible high speeds. It reminded her of her late father.