3 p.m., local time.
One °»human°… is soaking up the sights of this metropolis of the Far East where Ash Crimson and friends were said to have gathered last year to form their team.
His thin and small physique is clothed in Chinese vestments, his hair long. At a glance his style suggests that of a woman, but his body is flexible and covered with tautly tightened muscles. It would be difficult to discern his sex at a distance.
(If you know your enemy as you know yourself, you can win a hundred battles°ń. I guess a little preliminary investigation couldn°«t hurt°ń°…
Shion is her, that is, his name. His name in this time frame, that is, but he too has finally come to take a shine to it.
At first he was surprised in the state of human propagation, but it is surprisingly similar to that of the past if observed very closely. The more their tools and buildings change, the more they stay the same.
As they had done continually since ancient times, shrill screams amplified by the darker side of human nature echoed through the city streets.
The crowds of Shanghai thinned slightly in front of a large building.
The people gathered around that area on cue of the scream thronged in unison around the exit, camera flashes illuminated a number of people, and mikes thrust forward like a ring of spears.
(°ńHmm. One of those rituals called a °∆trial.°«)
The accused emerged from the exit, surrounded by those called lawyers and security.
Save himself, his slackly contorted smirk and those dull eyes ridiculed all humanity.
Shion had seen this specimen before.
This serial killer was often featured on TV and in magazines. Among his obvious crimes were the indiscriminate killings of eight victims and slicing off the right ear of the ninth during which he was arrested.
A woman shrieked a blood-curdling scream in front of the fiends wall of security.
°»Murder, murderer! Someone kill him! Do to him what he did to others!°…
The appeals of the woman were heartrending.
Today°«s decision of the court was the accused had been mentally comprimised due to drug use at the time of the crimes and although sentence was passed, his term was set at 30 years. Now still in his twenties, he would be able to return to society in the prime of life.
°°The woman grabbed at those in the crowd as she made her appeals.
Wouldn°«t someone, anyone kill him? Please. Someone°ń?
°»You°«d do. Him! Kill him! Let him at least feel a fraction of the pain he inflicted on others!°…
The woman tugged on Shion°«s sleeve ash she implored him to action.
Her hair was brittle; streams of tears and snot streaked her unmade face. Ire mixed with fear burned deep in her eyes that bulged from her face with crazed rage.
°»Hold your tongue, woman! Be gone!°…
The gaze of Shion attempting to push the woman aside locked with the accused.
Then, unmistakably the accused killer laughed mockingly at him.
Shion°«s hands placed on the woman°«s shoulders stopped and pulled her back to him.
°»You just got your wish. Wait here.°…
He gently pushed her back. This action bespoke of his power. The woman stumbled back to the ring of flash-bursts. Shion turned to take in his surroundings. There he spied a building under construction off to his side where iron pipes lay in heaps, along with other implements, a grinder, and an industrial cutter. In the bustle of Shanghai, everything was available. Shion nodded approvingly.
°»These will do.°…
Seizing a lead pipe, he quickly thrust its tip into the nearby industrial cutter.
Sparks flew and in less than three seconds he had cut the edge diagonally.
He grabbed the improvised spear in his hands and checked its balance. Not bad!
Up till now, every human in the street had been focused on the man and his vicinity. Their enmity toward him seemed to emanate from them like smoke. Shion slowly tilted his spear, then looked up at the jagged patch of sky visible among the building tops. The giant belly of a passenger plane eclipsed the barely visible sky. Its roar drowned out every other sound. And the spear silently soared into the air.
The other sounds soon returned to the world.
An instant later the beastly screams echoed through the city of Shanghai.
The spear Shion tossed into the air had somehow upon reaching its apex come to point precisely at the back of the man as he leaned forward and found its mark.
The spear had impaled to the ground passing through the back of the torso, coming out of the front of the lower torso then going the front of his right groin once more.
After his initial squeal, the muscular abdominal pressure burst his belly open. The concrete stairs of the courthouse were spattered with red and black gore as if someone had knocked over some chum buckets at the fish market
The pale woman now unable to scream slowly searched for the figure of Shion. He was heading toward her, brushing back his hair. Shion°«s victim remained impaled and had since stopped breathing, his head and arms slumped forward like a cheap, broken doll.
After a momentary hush, the plaza began to buzz like a disturbed hornets°« nest.
Some fled without looking back. Others crouched down surveying the situation around them. Some vomited on the street. It was a scene of complete chaos.
The woman knelt down at Shion°«s feet, petrified with fear. Even her chin and fingertips were trembling violently. She had realized it coming here. The heart of the person standing before her was not even faintly beating.
Those eyes were as cold as a shark°«s swimming in the deep ocean. He had no concern for the sorrows or joys of the small fish swimming before him. His distaste for one of them drove him to bite him in two, making him nothing more than a plaything.
The woman°«s cries, however, were at the volume of a buzzing mosquito, those humans around her had lost the composure to notice them. The humans wrapped in fear and calamity had become a mindless rabble.
With an utterly disenchanted look, Shion abruptly turned his back on the woman and the plaza.
°»If you don°«t know your enemy nor yourself°ń Silly humans. One thousand years have passed and they haven°«t evolved one iota.°…