Magical Girl Gunslinger

My hands were sore.

I rubbed at them, shivering in the cold air as the ringing in my ears began to die down. I hadn’t noticed it while I was fighting the Arachnomantis, but it turned out shooting so many times in an enclosed room had consequences, even with the silencing enchantment on my gun. My HUD showed my mana bar at about a sixth of the way filled, and I felt myself swallowing.

I’d emptied sixteen magazines plus another nine bullets. That added up to 249 bullets, plus the one I’d had chambered at the start for an even 250. Almost seventeen points worth of ammunition just to take down that beast. All for fifty points. Between the level difference and my lack of my full Magical Girl powers, it made sense it took so many bullets to kill. But only fifty points? I had expected more from a boss.

I shook my head. I was being ridiculous. I just defeated a giant spider-mantis centaur with scythed legs and arms, and I was worried about the points? Why did that matter when I’d just saved everyone in the third floor shelter?

Gently, I pressed the sides of my ankle again. Selene had told me to use the rest of the regenerative salve I’d bought earlier, and the swelling had gone down considerably. Apparently the salve was incredibly effective on things like sprains and bruises, especially if applied relatively quickly after getting hurt. Already my ankle felt much better, and other than some tenderness, I was pretty sure I would be able to walk and run on it normally.

I pushed myself to my feet, groaning as my body reported a whole new set of forming bruises. It was a familiar sensation, though, and I was able to ignore it with a practiced effort of will. My legs and arms felt rubbery, which was a little surprising. I knew I wasn’t athletic or anything like that, especially considering I was exempt from most of my gym classes, but the pangs of soreness seemed out of place. Or maybe this was just what an actual fight felt like? It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes at most… were fights really that exhausting?

[Congratulations, Mai,] Selene interrupted my thoughts. [You’ve done something that not many would even consider possible. Defeating an Anathema seventeen levels above you and doing it without your Astral Shift… Truly, this is an extraordinary accomplishment.]

An embarrassed blush warmed my cheeks.

“Thank you… but I really couldn’t have done it without you. I’m, um… I’m sorry about what happened to you. I couldn’t-”

[Don’t worry about it. It was painless. I’m only frustrated that I wasn't able to help you more. That, and my forced demanifestation is going to complicate things. That, however, we can get to in a moment. First, we should focus on shutting off the coolant pipe that was-]

A hissing sound interrupted Selene, and I jumped as I snapped my gun to aim at the Arachnomantis. It lay unmoving, and I frowned until I realized the gas coming out of the pipe began to thin out as the hissing grew higher in pitch. The second the gas stopped coming from the pipe, the hissing stopped, and I slowly lowered my gun.

[Ah. Well, it is good to know the emergency shut off systems are still working. Using the pipe to freeze the Arachnomantis was an excellent bit of improvisation, by the way. I was worried how your combat instincts would translate from game to real life, but it seems I was being overly cautious.]

“I…” I gave a shrug, fidgeting. “It just felt right at the time… I should have thought about using it during our planning session, though. It would have made things so much easier.”

[Perhaps. At any rate, things went about as well as could be expected. Especially against such a tough opponent.]

“Yeah… I can’t believe it was only worth fifty points, though. I know it would have been a lot easier if I was using my Astral Shift, but it's still not a lot for a boss.”

[A boss? Mai, that was just a normal Anathema.]

Silence stretched between us, a chill running through me that had nothing to do with the temperature.

“W-what? But in Rebellion…”

[Oh. Oh, Mai… I apologize, It seems I wasn’t completely clear in my communications. Rebellion uses Anathema as a reference for its monsters, but the creatures it chooses to use as “bosses” are usually just challenging or particularly unsettling Anathema. In the real world, the Arachnomantis is just another type of Anathema that can be encountered, not some special subtype.]

“Oh…” I felt my heart fall a little at that. “Wait, are there special types of Anathema then? Ones that are actually like bosses?”

[Yes… Elite Anathema are ones that are higher level than they are normally found at. For instance, an Elite Fomorian Hound would be level six or higher. Then there are Rare Anathema. These are types that are not normally found among the masses, and when they appear, they tend to not have any standardized level. Rare Anathema are very dangerous due to their unique abilities and intelligence. They fit the criteria of boss monsters well enough.]

Selene paused for a moment, almost as if considering her words.

[Above those are the Aberrants. Those… those would be something even stronger than a boss monster. Aberrants are everything a Rare is but worse. They have intelligence that can equal a human's along with powers and magic that can rival a Magical Girl’s. If an Aberrant is found, usually multiple squads of Guardians are called in to deal with it. Aberrants are some of the most deadly creatures, and where one shows up, disaster usually follows. If you ever encounter an Aberrant alone, you run. No exceptions. It doesn’t matter what or who you are trying to protect, if you stay to fight an Aberrant alone, all you will accomplish is losing your life along with whatever you were fighting for, and the world cannot afford to lose Magical Girls in hopeless battles. Do you understand?]

There was an undertone in her words, something that almost sounded desperate, like she was pleading for me to accept. I gave a nod to the empty air, gripping my gun a little tighter as a sliver of fear worked its way into my stomach.

[That being said, if you are at least a hundred levels above the monster, you can probably fight on even ground. Besides, Aberrants are very rare and can be detected well in advance of their arrival. They aren’t something you just stumble into on the street.]

That made me feel a little better, and I let out a relieved breath of air..

[Now then, I believe you’ve recovered enough. We should move on with our mission.]

“Right,” I looked around the room. “The generator.”

I started moving, heading to the back of the room. Selene had told me before the fight I didn’t have to worry about shooting anything except the pipes because the generator itself was retracted into the floor. It was a security measure to help protect it if the shielding station went offline. All I had to do was use the access panel to get the generator to come back up.

Reaching the back of the room, I was greeted with a closed metal box, just like Selene had described to me. There was actually a small dent in it, and I winced as I reached out and pulled open the front panel. Inside was a hand scanner along with what looked like a card reader. I placed my hand against the screen, almost jumping when it lit up blue. After a second it turned green, and a loud mechanical whirring suddenly filled the room.

I turned around, looking with wide eyes as the center of the floor simply pulled itself open. A circular portion of the floor indented itself before splitting in half and then sliding away. Once the circular hole was clear, a hum filled the air, and a circular platform slowly rose to replace the flooring. I watched, slowly approaching as the platform settled itself into place, the sound of machinery abruptly coming to an end.

The circular platform was made of metal, and there were only two objects on it. The first was a cylindrical pedestal indented to allow a perfect sphere to rest on it. Both were made of some kind of reflective silver metal with a hexagon pattern engraved in it. The sphere itself was bigger than my head, and something about the object made me feel… uneasy. Something about it was off, like my eyes couldn’t quite see it correctly.

[Try not to stare,] Selene advised me. [You are looking at an almost perfect sphere. It was created and shaped to the specifications of the first million digits of pi. Your brain is recognizing that it is indeed a sphere, but because it is so much closer to a perfect one, it is causing a psychological reaction. It will pass, but you will probably get a headache before you get used to seeing the shape.]

I turned away from the alien sphere, blinking my eyes at the sudden strain they felt. Careful to avoid looking directly at it again, I turned to look at the second object in the metal circle.

It was… a box. Large, made of black metal, and completely featureless except for a cable as thick as my leg attaching the box to the pedestal, and another leading directly into the ground. Judging by the metal sporting the same hexagonal pattern as the sphere and pedestal, it was clearly some piece of Zenith technology.

“What’s this?” I frowned at the box.

[I don’t know.]

I blinked.

“What do you mean you don’t know? It’s Zenith technology, right?”

[Yes, but… there is nothing in my database about it.]

“Is that… bad?”

[Not at all,] Selene responded cheerily. [There is plenty of information that I either do not have access to or simply do not have the memory capacity to hold onto. Because I was designed to fit inside your Soul Gem, there was a limit to how much data I could take with me. For instance, I only know the first fifty levels worth of Anathema creatures, and that list is hardly extensive. Most of my memory is taken up by the Vaults, Abilities, and Skills, but even then it is only the most common items. More specialized or unique equipment would require a search of the Arcane System, and with the Usurpation zone cutting off access beyond simply buying and receiving things, I’m currently unable to find out what this might be.]

“Oh. But this isn’t anything to worry about?”

[I don’t believe so. It’s Zenith technology hooked up to a mana generator, so it must have a purpose of some sort. It may be some type of booster or possibly a safety device. Although not a standard piece of equipment, a Guardian must have purchased and attached it for one reason or another. Once we get back to the shelter, we can ask Error Machina about it if you are still curious.]

“Okay…” I stared at the box for another moment before I turned my attention back to the mana generator. “So, what do I do now?”

[Before we can continue, we should discuss something. Mainly, what the plan is for our return trip.]

“Right,” I checked my mana in the corner of my vision. “I’m only at 82 mana right now, so we should wait until I can manifest you again at… 220 now that I’m level eight, right?”

[Yes, except for one small caveat. When my physical manifestation gets destroyed, there is a sort of penalty in place for an hour, requiring you to spend double the normal amount.]

“Wait, what? I thought you told me you could be manifested again without any repercussions?”

[Ah. I meant that there would be no lasting damage to myself or you. Truthfully, I didn’t mention this penalty earlier because I did not anticipate being dispelled. An Anathema would have to be well into the one or two hundred range to see me, so I assumed I was safe. I did not take into account the idea of me helping you in direct combat at the time. I… also did not want to add another thing for you to worry about, especially with the chances of it happening being so low. Apologies.]

“No, it’s…” I sighed. “It’s fine. That makes sense, but it puts us in a bad spot right now.”

[How so? We can simply wait an hour. That, or you can spend some of your stat points on your willpower and spirit to quickly regenerate the appropriate amount.]

“But that would mean spending more stat points without a plan,” I bit my lip, thinking about it. “I’d need to spend at least fourteen points in willpower to get enough, but even then it would take… almost fifty-two minutes to regenerate enough mana? Unless I spent even more in spirit to boost my regeneration…”

Doing the math in my head, I began to feel uneasy. Sure, it would only take a few points to regenerate my mana back up in twenty minutes or less, but that would mean spending close to half of the stat points I’d just gained. It would get me out of my immediate situation, but what about the future? The more I just spent stat points without developing a proper plan, a build of some sort to follow, the more I was going to have to correct in the future and the more at risk I would be while I worked with something suboptimal.

“I don’t think spending my stat points is something I want to do.” I finally said. “Not right now.”

[Agreed. Spending them without a plan seems unwise. I suppose we could work on developing one while we are waiting for the manifestation penalty.]

“Um. How much time does the shelter have left before the shield goes down and it opens up?” I asked, fidgeting.

[Three hours, sixteen minutes. They would still have a little over two hours of time left even if we waited.]

I frowned at that. Something about the idea made me feel intensely uncomfortable. Waiting an entire hour, doing nothing felt… wrong. The idea of leaving Lily and so many other people in danger any longer than I had to didn’t sit well with me. Sure, I’d gone out of my way to defeat a few Anathema before reaching the generator, but that was to help ensure I had all the resources I might need to save them. If I had the choice to immediately protect them, shouldn’t I take it?

Besides, something about the idea of waiting made the back of my mind itch, like I was trying to remember something important. It just… didn’t feel right.

“When we turn the generator on, will we be able to tell if the shielding station goes online?”

[Yes and no. There won’t be a direct response, but the generator control screen will inform us if it is sending power. That will tell us if the shielding station restarted and is drawing mana as planned. Even if I have limited information on the subject, Error Machina seemed to also believe the shielding station would automatically restart, so there is little doubt about it working.]

“And once it begins restarting, it will draw all the Anathema there. So the path to the shelter should be clear. Especially if we go back the same route we took here.”

There was a moment of silence before Selene responded in a hesitant tone.

[Yes. It should be, but the safer option would be to wait until I can scout ahead, just in case.]

“I… Selene, it might be safer for me, but what about everyone in the shelter?” I argued. “I know they’d still have plenty of time but… it just feels wrong. I don’t want them to have a doomsday clock ticking down on them any longer than possible. Letting them stay in danger… it just doesn’t sit right with me.”

[There is some merit in that… I suppose running back without waiting would only increase the risk if the shielding station wasn’t turning back on, something we can infer from the mana generator’s output. The startup sequence of the shield is too bright a beacon to not draw the Anathema to it, meaning the way would have to be clear. Even if there were stragglers, we already cleared a route to the stairs… Very well, then. I can concede this is a viable plan as well.]

My shoulder relaxed in relief, and I smiled.

“Alright. What should I do then?”

[There is a hand scanner on the pedestal, but you should pick up your magazines and possibly refill them before you set out. We also need to deal with the webbing in front of the door.]

“Oh… right.”

I went to work, collecting my scattered magazines from around the room, storing them in my backpack. Selene helped me find them, using my HUD to highlight them in gold so I was able to see them even in the dim emergency lights. I stopped over one of them, something catching in my throat as I looked at where it had fallen.

“Selene… What happened to the bodies?” I asked quietly, staring at the puddle of blood my empty magazine rested in.

[I was hoping to avoid this, but… the remains of the team previously sent are currently cocooned in the corners of the room, near the ceiling. The Arachnomantis eats much like a normal spider does, injecting venom and… well, the specifics don’t matter.]

“Oh…” I said, staring at my magazine. There was a handgun lying near it, in the same puddle. It was blockier than mine, more square shaped.

But it was still a handgun, lying in a puddle of blood. It belonged to someone. Someone who tried to use it to protect others. Someone who had friends, family, a dream. And now it was just…

I was suddenly reminded of the blood soaking the back of my jeans from when I’d fallen. The blood coating my left hand…

My chest felt tight.

[You don’t have to pick up that magazine if you don’t want to,] Selene told me gently. [You can always buy more.]

“Okay,” I whispered.

I stared at it for another moment, then turned away.

Only one of my magazines had fallen in blood, and I had Selene buy me another three full mags, bringing me down to 130 points. I could have just bought ammo to refill my empty ones, but I really didn’t want to stick around longer than necessary. I had a few empty magazines lying outside the room I’d have to scoop up on my way out, and I made a mental note to do so… and also told Selene to remind me just in case. Exhaustion was trying to creep its way back into me now that I was no longer in any direct danger, but the threat of having to go back out was keeping at least a small bit of adrenaline running through me, even if it was supposed to be a safe run back.

I stopped in front of the doorway out, sighing as I looked over my task. The webbing the Arachnomantis had used to block the way wasn’t very thick, and I could make out the door on the other side through the webs. Selene and I had expected the Arachnomantis to web the doorway when I started shooting from safety, but our solution to getting back out again was… less than ideal.

Setting my gun down for a moment, I reached over my shoulder and pulled out my ice axe. It wasn’t exactly the best tool for the job, but…

[I would suggest scraping at the sides of the doorframe and working your way along the outside.]

Following Selene’s instructions, I went to work, scratching at the wall and webbing. It went surprisingly well, only taking me about five minutes to clear the door. It did, however, take a lot of muscle power, and by the end of it, my arms were even more sore and I was sweating again.

“Alright,” I gasped when I was finished, pushing the now loose webbing to the side of the door. “Anything else to take care of before we go?”

[I do not believe so.]

Putting my ice axe away and picking up my gun, I blinked as the section of my HUD containing my gun’s information reappeared, showing me having only six bullets in my current magazine. I swapped it with one of my full ones, then made my way to the pedestal.

On one of its sides was a hand scanner and keycard combo, and I pressed my hand to it. A moment later, it turned green, beeped at me, and then a holographic, blue screen suddenly sprang to life in front of my face. I took a step back in surprise, looking over the slew of buttons and information presented before me.

[Everything looks good,] Selene informed me before I could even make sense of the various menus and graphs. [All you have to do is push this button, here. Then, we watch the third graph. So long as the line goes up and levels off, it means it is supplying mana.]

Gold highlights appeared in my vision, marking the appropriate spots. Anxiety suddenly creeped up in my chest, making my heart flutter as I raised my hand to press the button.

Please work, please work, please…

I pressed the button.

More accurately, my finger pressed the holographic interface and then went through it. The button lit up, and I quickly retracted my hand. The display changed to a new sign, and I found myself reading it aloud.

“Warning: Mana generator was shut down due to mana overdraw. Default maximum mana generation is 80%. Attempted draw was 82%. Do you wish to restart the generator without a mana generation maximum?”

[Interesting,] Selene remarked. [This must be what caused the shutdown. Whoever set up the generator didn’t allot enough capacity. This mall is a fairly new building, and the shield station must have drawn more to power the shelters than was expected.]

“So… all of this was just one big accident?” I asked.

[It would seem that way. As this mall was not part of the original city designed and constructed by the Zenith, it would have been humans in charge of all the calibrations and testing. I suppose someone along the way made a mistake… I will make sure to bring this up with Guardian Command to ensure this doesn’t happen again. I’m astonished that the fail-safes and testing didn’t catch this, but I suppose technology can be fickle, especially when set up by those unfamiliar with it.]

I frowned, eyeing up the machine in a contemplative silence. Something about that didn’t sit right… but maybe I was just reaching for an explanation. Something better than “oops, we made a mistake.” A lot of people could have died, and I almost did die trying to fix it. Chalking it up to just an accident was unsatisfying, even if it was true.

“Why is it set to a 80% maximum anyway?” I finally asked.

[Two reasons. First, more than 80% shouldn’t ever be needed to power everything the shielding station is responsible for. 75% is the most it should ever be generating at one time, even with emergency shields in all the shelters activated, but a 5% margin of error is added just in case. Secondly, the 80% serves as a good way to measure if something is wrong. If the shielding station was damaged and attempted to overdraw power, the limit causes a shutdown until the problem can be addressed. Damage to a shielding station, a powerful piece of Zenith technology that actively turns massive amounts of mana into energy could have disastrous consequences. So, the limit is put on all generators to prevent any unfortunate accidents.]

That… made sense. But it also meant that this was just the one scenario in which the fail-safes had caused a problem instead of preventing one. It wasn’t the answer I wanted, but I begrudgingly forced myself to accept it.

“Are you sure that’s what the problem was?”

[As sure as I can be. The mana generator is only equipped with the bare essentials to monitor itself and ensure it is functioning properly. The shielding station, however, is equipped with a much more extensive suite of technology including security and monitoring equipment. I’m sure the software up there has an extensive error report of what exactly went wrong and why more mana is being required than normal.]

“Why doesn’t the mana generator have the same capabilities?”

[Because direct interaction with a mana generator is only supposed to happen while the generator is offline. The extreme amounts of ambient mana contained in the room while the generator is functioning is highly toxic to a normal person. Nobody is supposed to be in the room, thus it makes sense to put the control and monitoring equipment elsewhere. Even turning the generator on directly would be dangerous to a normal human. Only your unique status as a Magical Girl protects you from mana poisoning. Being “manaborn” also helps, though to a significantly lesser extent.]

“Oh… so it's like a nuclear reactor, then? You don’t put the control and monitoring room right next to the thing generating all the radiation.”

[That… works as a comparison, I suppose. The only reason a control panel is installed into the generator at all is for emergency situations such as this.]

I nodded, satisfied with my answers. Steeling my resolve once again, I placed my finger over the “accept” button and took a deep breath.

“Alright. Push the button, make sure it’s generating mana, run out the door, pick up my empty magazines, then run back to the shelter as fast as possible. Am I missing anything?”

[No. I’ll highlight your path with the HUD so you do not have to refer to your minimap.]

“Okay then. Here goes nothing…”

I pressed the button, doing a better job of interacting with the holographic display this time.

The second my finger left the display, a low hum began to emanate from the sphere, in a deep, throaty bass sound. It began weak at first, then quickly grew in power over the next few seconds until I could feel it in my bones. Blue light suddenly shone from the borders of the hexagonal pattern, and the sphere rose in a gentle motion, suspending itself mid-air over the pedestal. Sapphire light gathered in a nimbus, around the orb, shrouding the sphere in a haze of shimmering particles. After a moment, the haze began to fall, funneling into the center of the pedestal where I saw a small hole. The hexagonal pattern on the pedestal lit up this time, and the holographic screen in front of me lit up with new information. A short moment later, the mystery box next to everything lit up with its own light as well.

[Mana output holding steady, though at significantly reduced levels… the shielding station must be drawing a lower amount while it starts back up. It looks like everything is good to go!]

I nodded, and turned from the display, jogging over to the door. Placing one hand against the handle, I started counting the seconds in my head.

I tried to take deep, calming breaths as I waited, but I could feel the steel wires of worry encircling my heart. It was a familiar thing, though, and I quickly grabbed hold of it. It was surprisingly easy, especially if I compared it to the anxiety and fear I’d felt when first entering the shelter. Or even whenever school ended and I…

I hit sixty seconds before I could dwell on the thoughts too much, and without another moment of hesitation, I opened the door.

I did a quick scan of the hallways, but found nothing but darkness. Working as fast as I could, I crouched, setting my gun down as I took my backpack off and started shoving empty magazines inside. In my haste, one slipped from my grasp, clattering to the hallway loudly, and I winced, throwing another look around. Nothing immediately jumped out at me, so I finished packing the magazines, put my backpack on, grabbed my gun, and set off. Green arrows appeared underneath my feet even as I ran, and I followed them without hesitation.

I ran the entire way, stopping only at intersections to do a quick check down the halls before continuing on my path. The entire way was quiet, making my footfalls eerily loud as I hurried. The arrows led me around another corner to a doorway where the door had been broken down, and I carefully stepped onto the door as I continued, aiming my gun in front of me as I began to clear the doorway.

Then the lights turned on.

One minute I was moving through almost complete darkness, the halls illuminated only by the dim red of emergency lights, and the next, there was searing white light. I blinked, blinded by the sudden change even as the low hum of air conditioning turning on suddenly filled the halls. I had to squint to see anything, and even then my vision was limited as I continued stepping through the doorway, gun still aimed forward.

“Selene, what-”

[MAI STOP MOVING NOW!] Selene screamed.

Before I could react, a shape whipped out from the corner of my vision, wrapping around my left arm even as more wild, stringy forms reached towards me. A startled yelp escaped me as I tried to throw myself backward on reflex, but whatever was wrapped around my arm tightened, and I began to fall as it yanked me back through the doorway. I took the fall on my right side, landing painfully on my shoulder as I tried to turn my body to face whatever grabbed me. I forced my eyes open despite the brightness, looking to the corner above the doorway.

A mass of black vines was knotted together, like some kind of monstrous plant mass stuck to the ceiling. It had shark-like teeth lining its tendrils, like some kind of demented thorns. Worse, in the center of the knotted mass was a giant bloodshot eyeball, quivering uncontrollably as if it was screaming.

More vines shot out towards me, and I screamed as they grabbed at my arm, more reaching for my legs. I tried to roll onto my back to get my gun clear from underneath me to shoot at it. Before I could, the tendrils tightened along my left forearm, and then they twisted. Pressure built, something snapped and-

Pain.

Pain exploded through me, my vision disappearing in a flash of red as agony sharper than anything I’d ever experienced before shot through my bones, lightning lancing up my arm as the pressure on my arm reached a limit and then snapped. A scream ripped its way out of my throat as my nerves lit themselves on fire. Every jostle of the vines trying to pull me closer, every spasmodic jerk of my arm, every minute movement sent what felt like razor blades dancing through my flesh.

The vines didn’t let up, shifting their grips and tightening as they pulled and continued twisting in violent, jerking motions. Pressure built up in my arm again until another crack sent a second blast of pain through me. The edges of my vision darkened as the process repeated again and again, the vines searching for new grip points before snapping my bones. I would have screamed if I had any breath in my lungs, the jolting movement of the vine monster only sending more waves of shrill agony up my arm.

It hurt. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. It hurt so much, so much more than anything else in my life had ever hurt, and it wouldn’t stop.

Desperately, I pushed my gun out from underneath me and aimed from underneath my side, across my body. I couldn’t see anything through the pain clouding my vision, but I didn’t care. Even if my arm was in the way, all I wanted was for the agony to stop.

I pulled the trigger again and again, and I didn’t stop until the tentacles around my arm finally slackened and my arm fell away from its grasp, falling limply to my side with what felt like a jackhammer blow that loosed another scream from me.

[Defeated (Corpse Blossom - Level 6)]

[Reward: 10 Points]

[New Point Total: 140 Points]

I barely registered the kill notification, gasping for breath as pure torment pulsed up my arm in tune with my racing heartbeat. Tears filled my eyes, as I blinked, desperately trying to make sense of what was happening. Shadows danced across my vision, turning everything blurry as pain railed against me, trying to overwhelm everything.

[Mai. I need you to listen to me very carefully. You need to stay conscious. Listen to the sound of my voice.]

Selene’s voice was calm and soothing, a cold towel against the agony pounding through me. I latched onto that sound, clinging to it with every ounce of will I could muster.

[That’s it. Good. Keep focusing. Clear your vision.]

I struggled to follow her instructions, blinking away the blurriness until I could make out my surroundings. I was lying down on the ground, partially on the door. Tendrils of black were still wrapped around my left arm, but they weren’t moving.. Everything felt far away, realizations and sensations coming to me as if through a tunnel. Everything, that is, except for the pain.

[Excellent job. I need you to sit up. Let go of your gun, and use your right arm to push yourself upright. Go slowly, and try not to move your left arm.]

Pushing against the ground, my muscles felt like jelly. Even the small amount of effort sent new bouts of torture through me. I found myself letting out small, whining gasps as I pushed myself upright, my head swimming. After what felt like an eternity, I managed to get myself up, but only by keeping one hand on the ground.

[Perfect. Now, slide along the ground to your right, away from the Anathema. You need to get your arm free from the vines. Your clothes seem to have prevented its teeth from ripping into your flesh, but they might be caught in the fabric.]

I pushed against the away, the small movements jostling my arm and sending fresh pulses of fire through me.

“Selene…” I whimpered, tears leaking from my eyes. “It hurts.”

[I know, Mai, I know, and we’ll take care of that in just a second, okay? For now, just focus on getting your arm clear.]

I did as she said, the tendrils falling away from my forearm. Some of them were caught in my sweatshirt, forcing me to stop sliding and work them free with my right hand. Slowly but surely, I managed to get myself free, and I gasped as I saw my arm.

It… my hand was facing the wrong way. I couldn’t see anything beneath the sleeve of my sweatshirt other than odd lumps and shapes, but my hand…

[Focus Mai, deep breaths. I’m going to purchase some things to fix you up, okay?]

“It really hurts,” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the pain.

[I know, Mai, I know. I just need you to nod your head if I have permission to buy what we need to get you fixed up, alright?]

I nodded my head, tears flowing freely down my cheeks. Anything to make the pain stop.

[Purchased: Cloud Nine Injection]

[-50 Points]

[Purchased: Manamolecular Bone Saw]

[-50 Points]

[Purchased: Emergency Clot Spray]

[-10 Points]

[Purchased: Greater Restoration Gum]

[-20 Points]

[Purchased: MG Bio-safe Type A12]

[-0 Points]

[Remaining Points: 10]

A large, violet heptagram sprung to life on the floor next to me, flashing with purple light that coalesced into five different cases of varying sizes, all with the bunny and moon emblem emblazoned on them except for one. It was long and rectangular, and on it was a red “plus” sign with the letters “MG” stenciled on it.

[First, open the small case closest to you.]

Following her orders, I pressed on the release latch and flipped open the case. Inside was a long, black metal tube about the size of a syringe. It tapered off on one end into three distinct cones placed in a triangular pattern while the other end had a plastic bunny head capping it.

[Almost there. Now, I need you to pick up the syringe and place the end with the points tightly against your neck. Anywhere will do. Then, use your thumb to push down on the bunny head like you’re pressing a button.]

My first attempt to pick up the device made it slip from my fingers. It took some fumbling, but I finally managed to grasp it and place it against my neck, my hand trembling. Putting my thumb on the bunny head, I pushed. Three sharp pin pricks poked into my neck, a sensation that barely even registered.

[Excellent job Mai. Now give it a few seconds, and you should start feeling much better.]

An odd, cold sensation started to spread from my neck, quickly working its way through my body. As it went, I noticeably felt my muscles begin to relax, and once the wave of relief hit my arm, it was like a pleasant touch of ice against the burning inferno. The pain receded before the sensation, and my ragged gasps quickly turned into shaky breaths. I blinked a few times as my mind began to clear, only for a new fog to settle in place. This one was gentle, though, like a blanket trying to wrap me up.

“Shheleene?” I slurred.

[Cloud Nine is a powerful pain reliever that should hopefully allow you to retain enough of your mental functions to continue moving, which is what you need to do right now. You aren’t out of danger yet. Nod if you understand.]

I did so, glancing around. The hallway was still clear, but when my eyes landed on the mass of black tendrils, I felt fear and nausea spike through me in equal parts. The giant, bloodshot eyeball in its center had popped, sinking into itself from multiple bullet holes. To my side, I saw my gun lying with its slide clicked back into the empty position.

[Okay. Mai. I need you not to panic at what I’m going to instruct you to do next. I promise you, this can be fixed, but right now this is the only way to save your life. If you understand, open the second case.]

At first I was confused which case she was talking about, but when she didn’t stop me from reaching towards the next closest one, I worked to open it. It was hard with one hand to get the latches, but somehow I managed, pushing open the container. Inside was an object I vaguely recognized, though it was more polished and futuristic looking. It was a vaguely square blade with a curved handle attached to it, the entire thing made of dark metal except for my white bunny emblem on the blade.

It was then that the purchase notifications finally clicked into place, and I stopped breathing.

“Selene?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

[This is a manamolecular bone saw. Using your mana, it will create a cutting edge capable of slicing through most materials. Mai… I need you to take this saw and cut off your left arm.]

Panic exploded through me, my breathing picking up as her words sunk in.

“What!?” my voice cracked. “I- no, Selene, I can’t, what are you-”

[Mai, look at your health!]

My eyes shot to the corner of my HUD and widened. Even as I watched, the red bar was slowly dropping, the number changing to 32% and only staying for a few seconds before losing another whole percent.

[Mai, the Anathema snapped and shattered the bones of your forearm, wrist, and elbow in multiple places. Fragments and edges of those bones have cut into you, and you’re bleeding internally faster than you could possibly heal with any of the medicines you have access to. If you do not remove your lower arm, you will bleed out. This can be fixed, I promise, but this… This is the only way.]

I watched my health continue dropping as horror grew inside me.

30%.

My arm? I had to cut off my arm!?

29%

But if I didn’t-

28%

There was no time, what was I doing!?

27%

I reached for the bone saw.

[Open the third closest case first,] Selene advised as I moved, her voice still impeccably calm. [It has the emergency clot spray you used before on your stomach. After the cut, you need to immediately apply it.]

I followed her instructions, flipping open the third case before picking up the bone saw. It was light, and felt almost flimsy. Holding it in front of my face, I realized the blade had no edge to it whatsoever.

[Good. Now, raise your left arm. You are going to cut right above your elbow in one clean slicing motion, bringing the bone saw down on it. The saw drains mana at an exorbitant rate, so once you activate it, you will only have a few seconds before you run dry. Activate the saw the same way you would the silencing enchantment on your gun. Just like I taught you.]

I raised my left arm, my eyes glued to it. My left hand was completely limp, and even through the baggy sleeve of my sweatshirt, I could tell that something was wrong with my entire forearm. I raised the bone saw, poising it over my arm. Sweat poured down my brow as terror pounded through me. My heart was racing so fast, it felt like it was going to tear itself apart.

[Mai,] Selene’s soothing voice washed through me. [You can do this. I believe in you.]

I nodded and took a deep breath.

Reaching out with my thoughts directed at the bone saw, I felt a familiar pull to it, an emptiness that lacked something important. Pulling up the warmth in my heart, I directed the ball of heat I gathered into the saw.

Violet light sprang to life along the edge of the saw, letting out a hum, and I gasped in surprise.

[Now, Mai, now!]

I swung down without thinking.

The saw cut through my arm without resistance.

My lower arm fell to the floor.

I felt nothing.

The violet light on the saw flickered then winked out.

I stared at the stump of my arm, a light, floating feeling washing through me as a small stream of blood sprayed out.

[The clot spray, quickly!]

Selene’s voice snapped me back into action, and I dropped the saw. I grabbed the can and aimed the cone-shaped nozzle at my stump, pushing down the trigger the moment I had it vaguely in place. Gray foam sprayed out, getting everywhere as my arm shook. I managed to get a large glob of it around my stump, my breath catching in my throat as I watched my health in the corner of my eye.

19%

The foam began to tighten around my stump, condensing itself.

18%

The pressure reached a limit, then, as if by some unspoken command, the excess foam began to dissolve away, dripping to the floor and leaving my stump covered in a thick, uneven cast of gray matter.

17%

My health stopped dropping, and I let myself breathe again.

[Good job, Mai. Very good job. Now, the fourth case, the one with the red plus sign on it. Open it, and place your left forearm inside.]

“I… what?” I asked, voice shaking.

[Bringing your left arm back will allow us to reattach it. It is also advisable to not leave Magical Girl body parts around when possible. They are relatively rich in mana density, something that can greatly spur the growth of Anathema who consumes it.]

I looked down at my severed arm, staring at the appendage.

It was my arm. My hand. Blood was forming a small pool from where I’d cut it above the elbow.

I whipped my head away and vomited all over the floor.

[It’s okay, you’re doing great. Let it out.]

My stomach muscles felt weak by the time I was finished, but the sensation was detached, somehow. I forced myself to keep moving, to not think and just move. Turning to the case with the red plus sign, I unsnapped the latches and opened it. The interior was covered in soft black packing foam, but there was also a square touch screen on one end. A variety of statistics were displayed, all of them currently reading at zero except for the battery which displayed at 100%.

Then I set my eyes back on my left arm.

Everything in me felt tight, revulsion crawling through me as I reached for it. My mind screamed at me, telling me this was wrong, that everything was wrong.

I ignored it, grasping my arm.

It was so thin, and I could feel bony, sharp objects underneath the skin.

I gagged, moving as fast as I could to push the limb into the box.

The display inside the case sprung to life immediately, various numbers and diagrams appearing. I tried to read the display, but for some reason, the words didn’t sit in my head. I would read them, but the meaning behind them seemed to leave a moment later. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, something to tell me everything was going to be okay, maybe, but all I saw were red numbers and images.

[Close the case Mai. Then take the Greater Regeneration Gum in the last box. Afterwards, you need to pack everything up and head back. Slowly. We’re over half way, but we need to be careful of any more surprises. I’ll guide you the entire time, just follow my instructions.]

I nodded, and grabbed the gum. Unwrapping it one-handed was a chore, the difficulty of it making my throat tighten. When I finally got it out, I simply popped it into my mouth and swallowed it whole. Then, I forced myself to stand.

A wave of dizziness made me stumble, and I bounced off the wall. Forcing myself to ignore the babbling emotions that grew in my stomach, I started putting everything into my backpack. The case containing my arm was surprisingly heavy, something I tried to ignore. The hardest part was reloading my gun. It took me a while to figure it out, but I managed by keeping it still on the ground with my foot while I slotted in a new mag.

During the whole procedure, things felt deeply off. A cloud of fuzziness had descended on my mind, and if that wasn’t bad enough, everything I did felt strangely… detached. Like I wasn’t experiencing it, only watching somebody else go through the motions. Somewhere deep inside me though, I felt a building emotion, one I recognized even through the haze. It clawed at my stomach, trying to force its way up my throat. I pushed it down with fierce practice, even as it screamed at me that my arm was gone.

I… I wanted to cry.

Really badly.

I didn’t let myself.

Shouldering my now much heavier backpack, I took a shuddering breath and closed my eyes.

Focus. Emotions later, task first. You’re drugged, probably in shock. Get to safety first. Always safety first. You know this, Mai. Same as always. Pain, survive, safety, heal. Four steps. Just four steps. You got this.

The thoughts seemed to clear some of the fog in my mind, a steely determination setting into my core. I opened my eyes and raised my gun in a one-handed grip.

“Get me out of here,” I pleaded to Selene, my voice cracking.

Arrows appeared, and I followed them.

The rest of the trip back passed in a blur. Selene had me stop at every corner and intersection and look both ways before continuing. Every doorway we passed through I now peeked through first, looking at the ceiling for any more of those monsters. We went slowly, methodically, and the path that I could have run in about two minutes turned into ten.

We made it to the stairwell without incident. Going up the stairs was difficult. My center of balance was off, and without a free hand to grip the railing, I had to move slowly. To open the doors, I had to tuck my gun into the crook of my left arm, using my stump to hold it in place. The reminder of my missing limb sent a pang through me, my storm of emotions in my gut threatening to overflow, and I let out an involuntary whine.

[Almost there. Just a little more, Mai.]

Selene’s voice sounded angelic, a constant, unmoving rock in the lashing waves of raw emotion threatening to overflow inside me. I latched on to those words, opening the door, and peeking down the Shelter’s entry corridor. The coast was clear, and I made my way to the shelter door quickly, stumbling and swerving as I made it to the touch screen and slapped the call button.

I needn't have bothered. By the time I’d stumbled to the door, it was already beginning to open. Once the doors had parted enough, I squeezed my way through. Only when the doors closed behind me did I let out my breath. It came out ragged and quick, and I couldn’t force it to slow down.

Carefully, I made sure the safety of my Umbra was turned on while I waited for the safety scan to complete. I felt myself wavering on my feet, my eyelids getting heavier. When the entry doors finally opened enough for a single person to fit through, I was greeted by the sight of Sergeant O’Malley and Ji-woo looking at me with undisguised horror.

“Mai!” she cried out, rushing towards me.

I tried to say something as I took a step forward, but I reached my limit.

Darkness engulfed me, and I welcomed it.