[Main] Pretty Pretty Slaughter

[Gunnhildr]

Silent and obliging, Eesha followed the soldiers that escorted them to their private rooms. Once Eesha set her foot on the carpeted tile of her private room, she couldn’t help but to stay put despite her legs that were pleading for rest after all those events. Scanning around the room, she found a very inviting bed. Lying above it was a velvety blanket that seemed to held enormous amount of safety and comfort.

Funny how I don’t feel safe here at all.

Eesha reverted back to her normal self; a weak, boring and mundane girl. A normal girl that would surely be deemed as everyone’s everyday girl should she didn’t have this power in her grasp. Eesha leaned against the door and closed her eyes, allowing herself to succumb and embraced the calming moment. Eesha managed to took some deep breath and deleted every uneasiness she could.

But it resulted in vain.

The elimination method was nowhere out of her mind, and the fact that they would lose their purpose of living once the baby arrives. And even lady Francesca’s reasoning on why Pretty must be exterminated didn’t feel right to her. Then again, no magical girls would feel it right. If she remembered right, Pretty didn’t attack Mahou Hunter that time—she didn’t. Instead she looked as if she was having a peaceful conversation with that man. Of course, it wasn’t mutual considering what that metal man, Mahou Hunter’s partner did to her.

Those occurences… It could be coincidental. Or maybe it could be someone, a hater that acted as Pretty. Or it could be an A.I. made by someone… Turner Corporation?

Eesha clamped her mouth tight, afraid that her last thought would be used to welcome her death shall one of Francesca Turner’s minions get a hear on it. She just needed to hope that one of them didn’t have any power to read other people mind or anything hypnosis-like. Eesha heard a sound of an engine, another engine.
Are they planning to speed this ship up?

Eesha felt the need to check, and so she had found her head out of the room with her eyes darting around. The blue horizon made her mouth agape, but it widened when a huge robot flew away from the cruise. The red color-themed robot reminded her of Annie’s hair. It was red and flashy, and unique—just like that robot.

“Wuooah!!”

That exclamation of amazement that sounded childish soon brought a realization to her—the fact that she’s still a youthful teenager; her time living in this world were still long. And damned for that lady should she stole that from her.

I won’t let anything of mine be stolen again! My family, my life, my freedom, everything that is mine—No one should dare. No one.

Dead set she became, Eesha began to ponder on what she should do. Running away would only endanger her dearest ones, so she turned to another plan came to her mind.

An assassination of Francesca Turner.

Eesha was quite wary of that plan, but she admitted that there’s no other way. Unless, someone could change Francesca Turner into a good person. Admittedly, Eesha didn’t have that kind of power. And talking persuasively wasn’t her skill nor talent. Thus why, the only thing she could do was to put Francesca Turner away from being alive.

But what could she possibly do alone? Nothing, at least with her current self.
The worst scenario she could thought, and had always been the first one, was that she would be alone. A possibility where she would face her comrades was there, not to mention those last two magical girls she saw when they were above the sky with Francesca Turner. She hoped in her heart that that scenario wouldn’t come to play.

So, then, what should she do?

Eesha closed her eyes once more, letting her to rack up her brains for any logical ideas. Eesha’s brow furrowed as her mind-self began its search with hostility freshly-attached. Unconsciously, her lizard-like tail banged on the floor. It wasn’t noisy due to the carpet, though it still made a sound. This brought Eesha’s attention as she stared at her first mutation for a second before an imaginary light-bulb appeared beside her head. Eyes glimmered with hope, she had gotten her first and the most logical, to her, idea.

Eesha changed back into Estera for the second time today and opened her window interfaces.

Time to delve into endless traumatizing stories and ignite those mutations!

 

[SadistPoet]

Cruise Ship

While the girls were busy interacting among themselves a sinister force was at work. It might not be apparent at first but the crimson soldiers had left. Had they all been evaporated? Did they covertly leave? Or a combination thereof? There was no clear indication of what had happened to all the soldiers; however, the boat still moved on. Moments after the realization could be made that the girls were seemingly alone, a mechanical mechanism kicked in. The sides of the cruise liner began to extend upwards, and connected at the top. It made a firm shell over the deck, akin to a great metal tent. No lighting was produced on the deck leaving the uppermost layer of the ship in absolute darkness. If this was not concerning enough, another terrifying mechanism began to active.

The ship tilted forwards at a forty-five degree angle. Furniture, plates, and anything not bolted downer began to slide forward, clattering in a symphony of destruction, to rest against the front-most walls of the ship. A sickening lurch could be heard, and pumping of water, they were submerging beneath the oceans surface. Fortunately, it appeared the cruise ship doubled as a submarine; therefore, the girls would not be facing a watery grave (yet). The submarine cruise ship hybrid maintained a forty-five degree nose-dive into the ominous blue for a solid minute. It was an absolute mystery concerning how deep they were underwater, but it was apparent they had not hit anything. After a minute the ship ceased movement. Finally, the deck lights flashed on displaying the once half-way presentable cruise deck under a metal tent.

If the girls maintained silence, they could hear the sound of warping metal. It did not appear to be leaking; the hull was adjusting to the increased pressure on it. Despite the circumstance, an odd calm stillness existed in this drastically altered environment. No burning sun, noisy birds, or threat from above - simply absolute peace. As per usual, peace never was maintained for long. A symphony of lightening strikes hit all across the deck sending splinters of smoldering metal flying about, potentially harming nearby girls. The aftermath of the lightening strikes would never be seen by the naked eye; all power went out. It was absolute darkness hundreds of feet beneath the oceans surface. A once serene moment of odd peace was interrupted by black terror - an infinite void of metallic nothingness.

If the darkness was not enough, the air was growing still. Breathing becoming stuffy, hot, and forceful - the life support systems had been completely nullified. The girls were running on the air that had been swallowed by the metal canopy and nothing more. Maybe there was scuba gear aboard complete with oxygen tanks? The gargantuan size mixed with the darkness would make finding such precious cargo a true challenge. Oddly enough, even the threat of suffocating was not the worst of their problems. Rosemary and Claire, who were inside the gymnasium, felt gently pooling water beneath their feet. A leak had sprung somewhere nearby, or on that layer of the ship, it was unclear in the darkness. It was clear that they could hear the sound of creaking metal, signaling that it was only going to get worse.

Now maybe to Rosemary and Claire the leak was the worst problem, yet they were out of reach from the horror lurking above - for the time being at-least.

Aimi, who had been on surface of the ship, had unfortunately been left alone. In the absolute darkness, complete with her mocking mutation, her keen attention to sound would indicate that she was not alone. Pittering of light footsteps scurried across the deck of the ship. Calling out would not yield any response, and instead signal her location - not that they did not already know where she was. Before Aimi could make a move to react a faceless, immaterial, creeping, horror that was perfectly visible in all its indescribable glory latched to her face. Instead of killing her outright, it began to inject years worth of pent up trauma...

I feel so small
Dad no...
I'm hungry
This cage - I want out
Can I use the bathroom
I can't see anymore
Please, I'm sorry
I don't know what I did

These were only a few of the foreign thoughts that entered Aimi's head. Images soon followed, memories too cruel to describe, yet Aimi felt all the depraved acts a defenseless child could feel in a single lifetime in just a microsecond. A sweet feeling of a gutting slice of a blade broke the illusion cast upon her. Only two faint green eyes could be seen from her attacker, presumably some kind of night-vision. The green-eyed figure rammed something into Aimi's chest, and then a gunshot rang out. It pulverized her heart, yet magical girls did not go down so easy. What would she do?

While Aimi suffered alone above, a trio of girls were about to suffer a similar fate. Kyoko, Lucia, and Chris became surrounded by horrifying immaterial apparitions. These apparitions could be seen clearly despite the darkness. Each apparition hovered near a pair of faint green eyes. The apparitions had no discernible form, yet seemed to only trigger a response of terror. Against their will, the brain would only scream RUN! RUN! RUN! Maybe they should listen to their instincts? Or would they stand their ground?

Once the lights went out, May fumbled out of the game room where she had been left alone. She could hear the voice of a girl that sounded a lot like Pretty, "Oh no oh no! They are here! Save your question for later... We need to get this ship back to the surface!" Pretty would be speaking to Liv within her room. May managed to fumble over to the door. Pretty had cast a spell on herself to make herself into a beacon of light.

"What the hell? Why are you here? Forget it, what's goin on!?" May sounded bratty as usual, with a tinge of genuine concern in her voice. Before either of the pair could muster a single syllable - May was gone. Some force swept by and sent her hurling down the hall. A moment of sickening silence before May's inhuman screams could be heard, "AH! IT'S INSIDE ME! HELP! LIV! OH GOD PLEASE! HELP! LIV! AHH! I- I- AH! FIHIIGUH IO GJJ" Eesha could hear all of this coming from the darkness of her own room, yet before she could leave her room. A chill would go up her spine signalling that she was not alone. A pair of faint green eyes were behind her.

What inhuman terror was tormenting the Pretty Protectors?

Neverlandia

Una had been sat down for lunch with Tinkerbell. They were both sitting atop a hill at a table that had been randomly placed. She had stacked Una's plate high with all sorts of food, but they were all blobbed together. It was the thought that counted, right? "Una there was this time that I saw a tiger for the first time and I was like ohmygodohmygodohmygod cause it was a flippin tiger! But then I remembered that I am really really powerful so I just punched it really hard and left it crippled in the jungle. Isn't that just funny?! I bet a lion would put up much more of a fight cause they are the kings of the world. Maybe I'll send a bunch of lions after bug-" Tinkerbell's eyes flashed yellow for a moment, "OH! Magical girl headed towards our airspace! Radar picked her up! Mechy girl!" Tinkerbell opened a portal.

Mid-flight, Annie had been intercepted. Her mech came hurdling through the portal crashing into the nearby field. Tinkerbell hovered over nearby the wreckage, "Hey! Hey! Get out of that can of soup! Why are you in such a hurry? Did'ya come to attack?"

 

[Servant]

There was something so soothing about mindlessly bashing such a hefty target and just letting the fists do all the talking. Rosemary had achieved such bliss that the image of the punching bag was soon replaced by that of many of those who'd she had run into across her eventful trip: At first she pictured herself dealing jab after jab at Mr.Cyborg's belly, the sweet taste of revenge made it so that this was the longest lasting figure. Afterwards Mr.Cyborg took the shape of Mrs.Lyingbitch and so the punches were re-directed towards the facial area, something about imagining her delicate facial features being pounded into becoming an indistinguishable bloody mess sent chills up Rosemary's back. Moving on we have Mr.Cyborgs buddy, not much to hate about him, so a single kick to the crotch was more than enough. Finally the bag took the image of a dark figure with barely recognizable features: The man Rosemary had seen killing squad leader Artemisia. Rosemary took a few moments to stare at him, making sure never to forget what her killer looked like. She clenched her fist, revved up a strike and-

"Did someone teach you how to fight? Because you look really strong."

WHO HAD MANAGED TO SNEAK UP ON HER!? Now completely alerted Rosemary quickly turned to face the mysterious intruder before taking a step backwards to make some distance between the two. Her fists were still raised in a boxing stance, but as she examined the girl before her she slowly assumed a more relaxed pose, though her expression remained alert. Nevertheless, between the girl's elegant fashion choices and seemingly friendly demeanor Rosemary's mind reached a certain level of ease. The fact this girl hadn't immediately stabbed her while her back was turned also helped a lot.

"Thanks for helping us with the Mahou Hunter back there. I don't know if we would have survived without you. If you don't mind me asking, what were you doing up here in the middle of Africa?"

Rosemary wasn't sure how to respond to any of those questions. Was she asking out of pure curiosity or trying to extract information from her? Not like it mattered though, she had nothing malicious to hide regarding her mission. Still, over-sharing wouldn't be advisable either. Also the fuck is a Magoo Hunter?

"Helped? If by that you mean lightly pushing Mr.Cyborg and getting skewered like a food sample then sure, it was my pleasure." Rosemary chuckled to herself, despite it all Rosemary didn't exactly hate the cyborg and even wished to express some sort of praise for him, she still wanted to even out the scores though. "Regarding my presence, I could ask the same about the rest of you, right? Whatever, I was on a humanitarian mission, though some...complications have terminated it." Rosemary extended her hand for a firm handshake. "Rosemary is the name, thank you for not shanking me." Before pleasantries could continue Rosemary's attention was caught by a deep mechanical screech resounding around the pair. "...Hey did you hear th-"

The sudden change in the boat's angle caught Rosemary by surprise. Initially the shock caused her to slide a few inches forward before she took control of her flight gear to stop her own fall. While the elegant's girl fate cared little to Rosemary an almost reactionary body impulse caused the young virtue to immediately reach for the girl's hand. Too much time spent working closely with Ankh Squad I suppose. Rosemary held tightly and watched as all of the workout equipment came crashing against the opposite wall. The lack of windows made it impossible to understand the situation and once the floor had leveled out again Rosemary was ready to question the elegant girl on what was happening. Or at least that was the plan until an abnormally strong strike against the ship threw Rosemary backwards, had it not been for the cushioning of the punching bag she'd be in a far worse state. Rosemary was bewildered. Laying on the ground with her back against the bag and an ocean of darkness around her she attempted but failed to get a proper understanding of the situation. Why had breathing become such an arduous task, just the hell was going on!? Well, the answer came in the form of some freezing water brushing up against her exposed hands. They were sinking. The room briefly lit up as Rosemary wasted no time in taking up her magical girl form, they had to act fast. Still shaken Pumpkin struggled to get up, it was all too much to process. Once her posture was regained Pumpkin picked up Chainy by its chain before the weapon was completely engulfed by green flames, lighting up the gym properly this time. Guess Chainy's calling was to be a lantern after all.

"Hey, are you still with me elegant lady?"

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[Mqueserasera]

Christine Gein
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As soon as the girl’s hand reached for hers, Chris slapped it aside, then immediately regretted it. Swallowed. Between looking directly at the beautiful girl’s moist eyes and avoiding it altogether, her stare fixed awkwardly on the hand - the show of goodwill she just rejected.

“I…” swallowed again, “I really want to understand,…”

With the sentence hanging in the air, she glanced at the zombie looking girl. Were they conspiring this together? So it seemed, no sign of surprise had emerged from the silent girl.

She hid the wary look no more, and took a step back. What the girl said was dubious at best, yet it was apparent she, both of them perhaps, were traitors. They positioned themselves against Francessca and were asking her to do the same. The question was, which one would she rather be against, an overwhelming political and military power, or a bawling girl who could barely hold herself together while attempting to convert one of her enemies? She had no deep emotional connection with her employee, but even less with those two girls whose names she didn’t even know. What could be hidden beneath those teary eyes? Were they trying to deceive her? Were they controlled somehow, or were they spies in the first place? She had plenty of questions, way too many to squeeze in the answer she was expected to give.

“It’s just too…”

Would it be wise to outright deny her call for rebellion? They both were Magical Girls, trained ones, and Chris lacked the experience to even tell if she could defeat one of them.

Then came abruptly during her thoughts a loud metallic noise. The sound went on, then stopped as suddenly as it started.

Chris first felt the change in her footing, the conditioned reflex developed through the uses of her abilities kicked in. Immediately, she scanned her surroundings and grabbed hold of the handrail along the hallway. The floor continued dipping toward the hallway’s end, in the midst of confusion, something, or somebody hit her, caused the girl to lose her grip and sent her bumbling down the hall. Even when rolling down the sloping floor, the bewildered girl could notice gravity’s direction had ceased changing. She tried to stand upright, then fell on her face, tried to transform midroll but a hit by a handrail’s corner punched the air out of her. For the rest of the fall, she resigned herself to protecting her satchel in a curled up pose. A magical girl’s body can heal itself, but her belongings can’t.

For what felt anywhere between 5 minutes to 5 decades, the end of the hallway stopped her, and something stopped the ship. With the floor now lie in a way human evolved to traverse, Chirs crawled upon her legs, clutched on the handrail with her pale hand. Her dizziness quickly subsided, just in time for the next onslaught, this time briefly but left Chris covered her ears in the dark.

At last, she had a peaceful moment to think, but as that peaceful moment grew long in the dark, so did her anxiousness.

She stood up straight, began her transformation. Darkness enshrouded Chris in its essence, for a moment not even night-born keen eyes could see. Then her face emerged partly, revealed ghastly glowing eyes. As for the rest of her body, a mist-distilled gray cloak covered most. A hand protruded from said cloak, holding a brightly lit lantern of the old fashioned kind, ran not on oil nor gas but otherworldly fuel, its light gleamed on her cloak’s starry patterns.

The light soothed her.

Situation? The ship had sunk. She did not hear any explosive loud noise, so it couldn’t be torpedoes, missiles or any other hostile assaults from the outside unless the attackers had employed an unnecessarily gentle method, it must be an insider’s sabotage. It made perfect sense, someone had scuttled the ship from the inside, either through an onboard mechanic or magic. In any case, she could think of two fitting suspects. There could be more, she thought gloomily.

As she turned around, the lantern shone first, not on the two girls she was being wary of, but many floating forms. Apparitions.

Their appearance, their existence could only bring about one reaction - terror.

Chris’s heart drummed. Fight or flight. She was made to respond in a matter of seconds. And she did.

The space before her raised lantern cracked, through it, a blinding light poured out. That light could render an ordinary person sightless for a while, but by logic, it shouldn’t work on ghosts, by Chris’s logic at the moment, however, a bright light was the perfect countermeasure for those creatures of darkness.