A Bitter Ex's Revenge (2)
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And thus, I follow the suspicious person's trail.
Though I can't keep up with that cur's speed, I already know the nooks and crannies of the mall, since I frequent it every weekend for some window shopping.
With that knowledge in mind, I'm able to track the cur down...
...right in the mall's basement parking lot.
Normally, this entire parking lot should have its lights on all the time for obvious reasons.
However, one corner of the lot is deliberately made dark...
...by the cur smashing the lights with the darkness from its fists!
The cur immediately notices my presence, and so it dashes away.
And I already know how to keep up with it.
I take out the five ladybugs, swallow them, slowly move my arms, and...
“Gjallarhorn... Gjallar-form!”
For the second time, I transform into Gjallarhorn.
With the armor's built-in speed enhancement, I chase the cur around town and is able to keep up with it.
The cur curiously only prefers dark and damp places to run across.
In no time, we both stop at a dark roofed alleyway in the downtown area.
“Stop right here, cur! You're behind the 'dead animal murders', am I correct?”
The cur, who turns out to be a robed cat-eared woman with skin as pale as midnight, replies with sadistic laughter.
“AHAHAHA!!! So you've figured out one thing that the incompetent police doesn't! Bravo!”
“Now tell me. Why are you doing this? Why'd you drag poor little animals who are already dead into the mess you've made?”
“It's simple, really. Ricky, that poor excuse of a man whom I've killed with a road-killed deer? He was my ex! I broke up with him just because he was a gun freak who couldn't wait to itch his trigger finger if ever I were in danger! Look, imbecile, I don't need any protection from a man who would find solace in a freaking gun barrel! And soon, everyone who is even remotely connected to his pathetic life will be gone for good! AHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Oh, you broke up with him and later killed him because of a minor political issue. That's nice.”
“This ain't any ordinary issue, half-wit! I... I really hate guns... because one of my old friends was murdered in cold blood by a gun-toting knucklehead! And I saw the entire thing with my own two eyes!”
Now I can sense the woman's dark past, and how it has shaped her into a murderer.
She continues, throwing away any semblance of pity in her voice.
“Now that you know who I am, armored freak, I will do the honors of eliminating you! YOU ARE IN THE WAY OF MY REVENGE!”
Hmph. She's just one of many examples why the so-called cycle of revenge must be stopped.
And I'll do the honors of stopping her.
She takes advantage of the darkness around her to reanimate dead rats that are lying in the alleyway's corners, and she commands them to attack me.
No worries. With a mighty stomp, the ground shakes, and the reanimated rats are back to their graves.
I then waste no time getting up close and personal to her, but she deftly dodges my assault.
Well, her cat ears ain't for show, huh? She does have inherited cat traits.
I try to match her speed by throwing a series of rapid-fire punches at her.
Naturally, with her feline instincts, she counters my punches with her own.
As we are in the middle of this exchange of blows...
I can spot a barrel of kerosene and an abandoned gas lighter.
Those objects give me an idea.
I continue distracting her with my hundred or so fists...
...until I can pick up the lighter and set the barrel's open hole on fire.
She can sense my diversionary tactic, but it's too late for her.
I intentionally ram her into the alleyway's wall, which is just some steel roofs being held together, as the barrel explodes fortunately far from where we were standing.
No sooner are we bathed in the midday light, which greatly weakens her as her skin is scalding.
Ah, I see. She hates fire and light. No surprises here; she's undead.
My hands glow gold again.
Time for the money shot.
While she is still weakened by the sunlight, I waste no time in performing Crucis Chop, which finally puts an end to her life as a necromancer with a glorious explosion.
As the resultant explosion gradually vanishes...
...a bruised-up woman lies in its wake, as well as a cat that is presumably her pet.
No robe, no cat ears, no undead status.
And she's begging for mercy.
“Please... I'm extending my sorry to you... and to Ricky... I shouldn't have... turned a molehill into a mountain...”
She then loses consciousness.
My work as Gjallarhorn is done for now.
Later, after my day job is done, I'm finally able to catch up with the entire story.
The woman named Mimi Khachaturian was responsible for a series of murders where she would take advantage of her necromancy to enact revenge on her ex-boyfriend Ricky Arleston as well as some of his friends. She was promptly arrested after I took care of her.
As for the cat, the authorities put it up for adoption.
But something else bugs me.
Who would turn her into a necromancer?
And why did they do it?
To fulfill wishes? Just for fun? Or something else?
I mustn't worry over such small details.
I have my job, and that is part of my self-imposed normalcy.
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Monster of the Week Information
Name: Necron-Mimi
Height: 202.4 cm (6' 7.6”)
Weight: 104.6 kg (230.6 lb)
Monster Type: Undead cat-eared necromancer
Human Identity: Mimi Khachaturian
Mimi's hatred for her ex-boyfriend, Ricky Arleston, over their polar opposite political beliefs has made her a prime target for the hooded figure's machinations. As Necron-Mimi, she used her new-found powers to eliminate her ex for good. However, her taste for c*****e has never been satiated; and thus she targeted Ricky's closest friends. In combat, she was able to use the advantages of her being undead and of being a feline. Being undead meant she was able to absorb the ephemeral darkness surrounding her and used it to make herself stronger. Being feline meant she was quick, agile, and pretty much lived up to the old belief of cats having nine lives. As a necromancer, she was able to reanimate dead beings and use them as her minions. However, being undead also meant that she was inherently weak to fire, light, and anything holy. Thus, with Gjallarhorn's strategic exploiting of her weaknesses, he was able to weaken her and then ultimately defeated her with his Crucis Chop.
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