She ran through the streets as the screams grew louder. They were coming for her, for them all... The head of the guild was right, the lord had gone mad!
The lord had ordered all to go to this... biotransference thing. The whole of the world would do it. All of the dynasty. All of the empire! But what came out...
She ran and ran, her training keeping her ahead of the soldiers coming for every citizen, every man, woman, and child of every caste.
They had raided the guild hall, and captured everyone they could with their new metal monsers... everyone was probably dead now... turned into those... things...
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She silently sobbed, running as fast as she could. There was no fighting them. Shooting, stabbing, even when someone desperately threw a grenade, the thing got back up.
Her body was flagging. She had been running for 30 minutes now, and training only did so much. She needed a rest. To breathe. But if she stopped, they would catch her.
Eventually she collapsed in an alley, her body giving out. She pulled down her mask and hacked up a mix of mucus, spit, and flecks of blood. That was... not good.
She drank from a container on her hip, and prepared to run again, when she felt something behind her. She drew a knife and a pistol, but it was too late.
A cold, unyielding arm grabbed her from behind and wrenched her. The pistol went off, striking nothing before it fell. She barely held on to the knife as she blindly stabbed behind her. She screamed and screamed.
It was dragging her away. She struggled, not stopping even as she was brought to the terrible machines.
"You will soon see, Nezekiri. All will be well." The dead voice of the guild master, the closest thing to a father she had said. She screamed again, terrified.
She howled in agony when she was forced into the machine. Her flesh atomized. Her mind burned. Her soul ripped apart by hateful gods.
Nezekiri died, still screaming, begging for a God that wouldn't save her.
