Chapter 334: Arc 5, - 28: Headfirst
Utter darkness of a shadow, with hints of glowing purple—all four of them were practically blind and felt almost frozen in place as eerie howls wisped past their ears. To Fumeko, this was all too familiar a feeling.
Purplish-black shadows materialized above a large square atrium where sofas and coffee tables sat by the edges. The scent of coffee and perfume wafted into their senses, just like the dim yellow lights.
Their blindness faded away in a near-instant. "THUD!" "OW... ughhh..." the bruised, battered and broken Jotou fell onto the second floor of the company building. She sobbed on the tiles, wishing she would just pass out from the pain already.
"Ahck!" Hotaru bit her own tongue as she fell onto the tiles at the entrance of the building; she fell right onto her still broken tail. She panted her pain out and rolled onto her stomach.
"Puff." The sofa’s leg scratched back a tad as a brunette landed on the cushions. She stared to the ceiling of the building while the soft cotton soaked up the water trickling from her strands.
Fumeko glanced to her left and, "Cahgk!" spat out blood and sneezed. However, most bewildering was the severed arm with a wand in its grasp flopping around- "AAHH!" Fumeko screamed at the top of her lungs.
The doors to a few offices flew open and out came occupants of the building. "What the hell is going on out-" Morgana stepped out of her second floor office with a pistol in both hands pointing down to her feet.
She only took one good glance at Jotou to know what went on. She quickly strapped her gun back in its holster and crouched to pick the blonde up with a furrow of her brows. "Where’s Kinoshita," Morgana pulled Jotou along.
"I, don’t know..." Jotou hissed in pain.
Fumeko rolled onto the floor and backed away from the severed arm. It seemed to be severed by the elbow, but there was no gore nor blood.
Instead, purplish-black shadows still wisped at the severed joint. The bigger question was, where the heck was the owner of the arm!?
"Kid!?" Peter rushed out of his office, holding onto his bowler hat. Fumeko stood up and swivelled her head around. "Who did this? What happened?" Peter scanned over all the blood on her.