((Sorry for the long post))
Anselm Wyatt moved quickly through the rubble, always moving, you couldn't stop outside, not if you wanted to live. He made his way into a small abandoned shop, somehow remaining intact through all the chaos, his armor's nanomuscles allowing him to easily move the semi-cab away from the door he was about to break. Once inside the store the marine grinned, "food" he announced eagerly, pulling off his helmet and casting it aside, the shelves had several still-closed cans and wrappers, the place had been sealed up; from people, at least, several packages had gnaw marks around the holes in them and a delicate fuzz growing on the exposed food-stuffs.
"Still enough for a meal," he thought
"if you can even call it a full meal."
Anselm quickly downed the stale food, tossing the cans and plastic packaging aside as he finished. He pulled out a small case and opened it, he pulled out two pills and swallowed them with a tiny sips of water from an almost empty canteen. He looked into the case "only two days left-" he muttered before the sound of metal protesting against rubble sent him diving for the back of the shop where he could hopefully sneak out while their attention was inside the store. Only two things could move that semi so forcefully, 35s and full power armor, Anselm prayed it was a PA. Two shapes moved into the pitch black shop, Anselm fingered the catch on his
HHG holster, the heacy pistol had seen him through six years of sevice before the 35s sent everything to hell. The almost silent movements of the figures meant it was a fair bet a pair of NH-35s were following him, and he'd so carelessly tossed those tin cans around too, so it was a fair bet they knew Anselm was in here even if they hadn't been stalking him.
Using his cybernetic eye to see through the darkness, Anselm made his way to the door, avoiding making any noise, or almost any noise since a quintet of mono-mol claws sliced through the shelf he'd been hiding behind.
"Ffffuckin'!!", Anselm jumped and ran for the door, unholstering his pistol to the sounds of feral cat-women realizing they had a chase on their... paws.
The nekos had casually ripped a chunk out of the cab leaving wide open space for Anselm to jump out of, rolling onto his back as he became airborne, the marine had nice glimpse of a humanoid panther making the leap with him "Have a red pill and go back to sleep you bleedin' freaks!" he yelled, pulling the trigger on the red hybrid round. The 35, a feral grin of bloodlust and glee on face, frowned at the gun as it turned her head into mush.
Anselm hit the rubble hard, a twisted piece of rebar tore at his right arm, rupturing a bundle of nano-muscle, leaving the marine's arm feeling very heavy as he hit the rough ground, tumbling awkwardly as his arm lost mobility. Anselm picked himself off the ground and ran, right arm hanging limply, several pieces of plating had been ripped off, leaving the nano-muscle fibers to show their torn and hanging threads.
The chase was on and Anselm had been at a disadvantage before the damage to his armor had rendered his stride to a lopsided gait. Hearing the second 35 padding after him, Anselm swore and spun on his heel bracing his single arm against the recoil of the HHG
"One red and two HHJP rounds left, I hope this one's the red" and fired at the charging neko, the recoil knocking him onto his back, the shot hit her shoulder and shattered "Fucking ay", was all he could say before a furious and insane neko was stradling his torso and prying his armor off with her black-skinned claws. Anselm moved to put a shot in the 35s face but it casually knocked the gun several dozen feet away.
"Well, this is it" he thought
", I'm cat food" the neko moved in slow motion as the adrenaline in his system pumped out in furious last gasp, yelling at Anselm to do something.
"Funny thing," he told himself
"I don't know why I'm not doing anything". A sound of pleasure escaped the neko's throat as she managed to peel away the Britva II's chestpiece
"it took me a long time to finally get the armor invisible to their scans too". As the 35 lifted a lengthening pair of claws to deal to killing blow, the MkII's armored gauntlet knocked the neko off of Anselm, who carried the motion through and pinned the neko underneath him "Just die you crazy-"
"Aaliyah?".
The pause was long enough for the neko to launch Anselm into the side of a building and jump back to her feet. It was more cautious now, advancing on the armored man, wary of any tricks he might be trying to pull. She grabbed the collar of his suit, uttrering a low growl as she lifted a dazed Anselm sevral feet into the air. Anselm regained his senses as the 35 picked him up, "A-", he glimpsed the face, distorted by a feral snarl, "Aaliyah?". Shock and confusion flitted across the 35's face as partially remembered events and details struggled to the surface of insanity, "Ah-lih-ah?" she mimicked, claw ready to tear out his throat, face fiery and confused.
"Aaliyah, I found you, I-" he breathed "finally found you." The neko let him go and backed away "Ah-lih-ah?" she held her head, confusion turning to pain. Anselm fell heavily to the ground, himself confused
"Is she Aaliyah? - She recognized her name, she must be. - What's she been through? - Why is she in a 35 body? - How? - When?" He barely had time to finish his line of questions when the 35 pounced back on him feral rage mixed with pain on her face "Aliyah?!" she seemed to ask, and scream "Aliyah-Aliyah-Aliyah!!" hands pounding on his chest, bruising him through the nano-muscle, a few sharp cracks followed by lances of pain told Anselm he about to lose a lung to punctures. "AALIYAH!!!" the 35 screamed bringing both fists down on Anselm's chest.
*CRACK* *SNAP* *POP*
Anselm groaned and coughed up blood
"not good-". The 35 raised a hand and her claws shot out, seven inches of death, rage lined her face, but she paused, the moments worries occupied by some new piece of information. Anselm felt the low rumble beneath him and despaired to himself
"definately not good" as the ground below him opened up and he fell into cark waters.
Before the roaring sewage tunnel took him he heard someone cry out "Anselm!" One last thought crossed his mind before darkness claimed it,
"She is Aaliyah."
