'It's raining. How unfortunate'
I was sitting by the window side on the bus, when I heard the pitter-patter of the raindrops as it shower the cold night outside.
I've always hated the rain. Every time my sensory abilities subconsciously activates during the rain, I could hear even the most subtlest of sound from around me.
There's no side effects though like headaches and such. I just found it very irritating since that day.
Back when I was sent to conduct reconnaissance on an urban military base, I came across a scene that made me forever hate the rain.
As I was slowly infiltrating the urban military base, the rain started pouring hard, and then I heard a movement nearby with the help of the raindrops.
I decided to locate the source first before continuing.
When I got to the source of movement, I saw 8 half-naked soldiers around a lone female civilian.
She was breathing, yet her eyes were lifeless.
Her heart was beating, and broken. Her face was beautiful, as well as battered.
Her clothes was fashionable, and torn to pieces.
I could've done something. But my mind was wired to always prioritize the decisions of my left brain. So I calculated the pros and cons and decided to leave the scene, if it had been 1 or 2 soldiers I would've slashed their throats the moment I saw them as long as it will not jeopardize my mission.
The thing about this is that, when you know you could do something to save an innocent life, but still abstained from acting, it would feel like you were the one who took that innocent life.
Because once you've opened your eyes and gazed at reality, it would be a sin to close it again.
And now every other night, not only the faces of the one's I killed but even the one's I've failed to save, appears in my dreams.
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When I was about to hop out the bus, I heard a movement with the aid of the rain.
'Ragged breathing, running limply. Followed by a group of 7'
I concentrated and analyzed the source of movement that I was hearing. It came from a back alley near the gasoline station my bus passed by earlier. And just like how I reacted earlier with the yakuzas, I minded my own business.
So in the end, I decided to stay out of it. I wanted to sleep soundly tonight.
One ghost of yakuza is enough for tonight, any more and my dream world would be overpopulated.
I took shelter on a waiting shed and waited for the rain to stop.
As I closed my eyes and manipulated my brain to register the sounds of raindrops as music.
I heard a weeping feminine voice beside me. The rain's pleasant natural smell could not hide the stench of alcohol coming from her.
After bawling her eyes out, she then laid down on the bench of the waiting shed.
She garnered the attention of the people passing by. And one particular middle-aged man walked towards her and tried waking her up.
His actions displayed his concern, but his expressions said otherwise.
Who could blame him though? One look at her and you'll understand.
The drunk lady was very eye-catching. She seems to be around the age of 23, with a long blonde hair, curves in all the right places, an elegant face, and her voice, as she moaned and mutter something every now and then, was really pleasant to the ears.
But maybe I'm being biased. I don't know when did it start, but when it comes to the topic of being attracted to the opposite sex, I'd prefer an older female, rather than the most beautiful girl the same age as me.
Maybe it's because I found beauty in maturity? Attraction to more experienced female? Or maybe simply because I have a weird fetish resulted by the weird experiments done to me. I don't know why for sure.
But I do know one thing. That lady made my night a lot less shitty, and she needs a hand right now so I might as well return the favor.
'Guess I'll deal with this, one last thing.'
I approached the drunk lady being bothered by the man and said in a threatening tone
"Excuse me, that's my girlfriend you're touching."
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Meanwhile. Outside a police district.
"Damn this rain. Hope it stops early." One of my squad mate complained grumpily.
Being part of the elite junior police, I've been out patrolling around a larger area than the usual.
I have only been part of the squad for a year, but growing up in a very strict military family, my body and mind had far more accumulated many experiences than an average veteran officer.
This night had been pretty uneventful, and now it was even fucking raining.
After going back to the station and changing to my casual attire, I went out and rode my motorbike to go straight home and catch some Z's.
The rain was still pouring but not that hard anymore. I stopped on a nearby gasoline station and decided to fill my tank.
That's when, she appeared. From across two streets, on a dimly lit and uncrowded area. I saw a girl from under the lamp post.
She was being chased by 7 men.
Back in my home town, my family always praised me for being the greatest sharpshooter.
But I could only maintain this title because of my badass eyes.
My vision is as clear as day even in dimly lit areas. The range of my visual accuracy and precision surpasses the norm.
If you were to put a balloon some kilometers away from me, I could easily pop it with my trusty old Barrett.
These abilities of mine, made me the best sniper and long range shooter in my military family.
That's why I'm fuckin badass.
'Now let's save the chick in distress. Maybe I'd even get a girlfriend tonight, hehe'
I took my motorbike, started it, and wore my helmet before I drove across the streets towards the back alley they went through.
When I got there, I parked my bike nearby and saw the 6 men attacking the girl.
I was about to help her when I realized something which made me stop on my tracks.
Her long black hair with pink highlights, fluttered in the wind as she leaped and kicked a man out of his consciousness.
Her slit eyes, casted intimidation onto her next victim as she rushed towards him and punched him in the face.
She had thin and glossy pink lips that smiled condescendingly at her opponents, as she knocked them down one by one.
That sight, will forever be engraved in my brain. Because on this night, I just saw the most badass and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
After she beat down all of her opponent, she looked straight at me and my face covered by a helmet.
It was the sexiest stare I've ever received.
'Hotdamn!'
I thought she was going to attack me too, because she started running towards me. But then she jumped high and reached a fire exit ladder, and started ascending towards the roofs before vanishing out of my sight completely.
The rain had now calmed down, but my heart still haven't.
After forcing myself out of my daydream, I called the station and requested for reinforcements to bring in this bunch of hooligans that just got their asses obliterated by a girl, for questioning.
One of my squad mate came too and asked me about the situation.
"Hey Darren! What happened to these douchebags? One of them even have a nasty injury."
"They were beaten up."
"By a gang? I swear to god those thugs are getting-"
"No you fucktard... By my angel"
"....say what now?"