Post by Quillkeeper on Sept 23, 2017 12:33:07 GMT -7
The streets of the city were almost abandoned, but that was hardly a surprise. The sun had fled the sky hours ago, moving on to illuminate other horizons in the endless cycle of day and night. Like most cities, Kagoshima never truly slept, yet many of those who had business with the night were absent, wisely seeking refuge from the ferocity of the weather that assaulted the concrete towers and residential suburbs with equal impunity. Lightning rent the sky with its searing incandescence, thunder rumbled through the air with a bone-rattling potency felt even in foundations of the artificial forest and rain of such intensity deluged like a seamless curtain from the ebon-black clouds that obscured stars and moon. Each of those people without out the good sense to get in out of the storm would liken it the next day as akin to walking through a tsunami, each of them finding themselves soaked to the skin in a mere matter of seconds.
In the dark of the night, there was one solitary creature exposed to the storm, not because she lacked the sense to seek shelter, but because she lacked the fortune to have any shelter to seek. With lank matted hair, gaunt features that housed harrowed eyes and an eclectic wardrobe of filthy clothes scavenged from dumpsters and other discarded item this creature in no way resembled the healthy happy and mildly pampered girl that was once Kayoko Matsumura.
It was three months after her body had recomposed itself in the ruins of her family home and five months after she had killed her family. In the days between that and this, she had made her way from her ruined home to Kagoshima where she simply vanished into the streets. Truthfully she had given up on her life, wanting to die and grant her family the justice they deserved but it was also equally true that she lacked the courage to take her own life. Instead, she often went days without eating, only to fall on scraps like a ravenous wolf when her stomach could no longer stand the torture. She didn't really live anymore, she existed. Existed in a state of abject misery and self-loathing as she survived from one day to the next simply for the sake of surviving, and she didn't even fight for that. Even as she dashed from one instance of meagre shelter to the next her face was marred, her left eye almost swollen shut from the blow that had knocked her down only that morning as a larger, more driven man had stolen the warm coat she'd had for only two days.
Thinking that tonight might be the night her misery ended, washed away with the rains of the storm, Kayoko hunkered down in a doorway of a derelict building that failed as each before it to provide her with adequate sanctuary from the ceaseless rain, waiting for the end to come at last. That was when her cowardice once more reared its head, an idea for her survival dawning in her mind.
She stood and turned to face the door, looking down at her hand that began to glow with a firey incandescence of its own. Placing her hand against the handle of the door she waited, waited for a flash of lightning, waited for the count of three when the thunder shook the walls of the building and under that cover she released the energy built up in her hand, blowing the handle and lock clean off the door and opening her path to the shelter she so desperately sought.