Ok, so to give you a bit of the background, this story is based on the Gunslinger Girl Anime. But this is a whole new universe, completely different from the anime. So all those awesome little assassins Henrietta, Triela, Angelica, Rico, and Claes, don't exist in this story. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story. I don't know if I'll continue this story, but if lots of people like this, then I'll consider focusing on this story.
Oh, and I'm back. For who knows how long, before I return to the shadows LOL.
Anyways, enjoy the story.
Chapter 1- The Vagabond
(In the outskirts of a middle-eastern town lies a man within a vacant rundown room on the second floor. The vagabond man puts his back to the wall and spies through the open window. He sees a group of trucks carrying militant men armed with AKs and hiding their faces with bandanas. The man observes a few of these trucks carrying what appear to be captive women, and one truck in particular carries a small coffin-like wooden container with black-painted Russian markings.)
Vagabond: And just what are you hiding there, I wonder? (The man looks back at the torn piece of paper that he holds in his hand. It reads: “Follow the targets and destroy their ‘special’ cargo”)
Vagabond: I assume that this ‘special cargo’ is the wooden crate with those Russian letters.
(He crumples the piece of paper, takes out his lighter, and burns it. He drops the paper to the ground as the fire consumes it to ashes.)
Vagabond: Anything that’s from Russia is never good.
(The man grabs his rifle and carries it on his back. Then he looks outside to make sure it’s clear and goes out the window, climbing on top of the roof. He keeps low as he jumps from one concrete rooftop to the next in order to keep up with the militant group of trucks. The trucks arrive at an abandoned mosque and park themselves around the front of it. The armed men take their captives and the wooden crate inside. The vagabond jumps on top of the mosque and sees a hole which appears to have been made by multiple gunfire shots. In fact the surrounding area shows signs of a gunfight in and around the mosque and the adjacent buildings. The vagabond peeks through the hole and sees even more armed men inside with what appears to be a sheikh giving a sermon in Arabic)
Sheikh: Our prophet taught us in Sura 4:24 that wedded wives of other people are forbidden to us except those who have fallen in our hands as prisoners of war. (The sheikh sees armed men come in with the captives) Ah...and here are they whom our right hand possesses.
(They lay the captive women down against the wall near the sheikh and put the wooden crate next to him.)
Sheikh: My brothers, here is the abomination which will win us this war. Here lies the weapon that will end this fighting once and for all.
(Back on the roof of the mosque, the vagabond gets up to his feet)
Vagabond: I guess that confirms it. That’s the ‘special’ cargo. Alright then... (The man puts on a high-tech vision goggles, drops various smoke bombs through the hole and equips his rifle. He runs to the front of the mosque and jumps off, landing on one of the trucks as the smoke bombs go off inside.)
(The few armed men outside are caught by surprise and the Vagabond quickly shoots them with his rifle and are electrocuted by the ammo. More armed men come out the mosque coughing and trying to figure out what just happened, but are quickly incapacitated by the vagabond’s rifle. One of them sees the vagabond tries to quickly aim his AK-47 at him, but is immediately unarmed by a thrown knife that pierces his trigger hand. The Vagabond moves swiftly towards him and knocks him out by the butt of his rifle. As the Vagabond enters the mosque more militants are moving about within the smoke trying to find the intruder, but the Vagabond comes behind them one by one and disarms them. He lands a knockout blow to the face on one, chokes another to sleep, and strikes the other on his abdomen taking the breath out of him. He then comes to the captive women and cuts their restraints.)
Vagabond addresses the freed women: Go, take the back exit and follow the alley, then take a right and run until you come to the end of the street. You’ll find a building with a cross on the door post. The people there will take care of you.
Freed woman: شكرا لك. شكرا لك. شكرا لك. [Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.]
Vagabond: كنت موضع ترحيب [You’re welcome] Now go! (The women leave through the back.)
(The sheikh, unable to see in front of him because of the smoke begins to shoot everything in front of him. As the gunfire stops, the Sheikh shouts in fear.)
Sheikh: WHO ARE YOU? WHA...WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US? (The vagabond’s voice is heard within the smoke)
Vagabond: It’s just you, sheikh! (The Sheikh fires some more in the direction which he believes the voice came from)
Sheikh: That’s not...possible. All of my men? What do you want fro...from me? (The sheikh stumbles back as he tries desperately to reload his rifle. The Vagabond’s voice is then heard from behind him.)
Vagabond: I want to destroy....(The sheikh turns around but his rifle is kicked out of his hand as the vagabond grabs him by the throat and slams him to the ground)....your Abomination!
Sheikh: khahkk! You killed my men..kahkh...I will avenge them.
Vagabond: You’re men...are still alive. You and your ilk are not my target.
Sheikh: What are you?....khakkkkha...(As the sheikh struggles to fight back, he is slowly choked unconscious.)
Vagabond: What I am....(he gets up and turns to look at the crate)...is none of your concern.
(He walks up to the crate and takes off the top. He aims his rifle at the object within the crate but is amazed by what he sees)
Vagabond:......It’s.....a child. (The child lies there peacefully, surrounded by white foam and straw. The Vagabond kneels down and lays his rifle to the side, and with his gloved hand brushes aside the hair hiding the child’s left eye.)
Vagabond: What’s a little girl doing here?
(Suddenly the little girl opens her eyes and looks straight up to the ceiling)
Little girl: вундеркиндом прототип XL001 онлайн [Prodigy prototype XL001 online]
Vagabond: Huh...little girl, are you alright. (The little girl moves her eyes to look at the Vagabond)
Little girl: Движение нарушено. Попытка восстановления [Movement impaired. Attempt recovery]
Vagabond: I can’t understand you. (The man raises her back and puts her in a sit-up position) Can you move?
Little girl: Оружие системы в автономном режиме. Попытка перезагрузки [Weapon systems offline. Attempt reboot]
(The little girl sees an armed man in the distance slowly approaching them)
Little girl: Неизвестный нападавший [Unknown assailant]
Vagabond: You must be speaking Russian...huh...
(The vagabond finally notices the armed man from the corner of his eyes and sees him pointing the rifle at the girl)
Vagabond: NO! (He throws himself onto the girl to cover her. He gets shot in the shoulder and right arm and the girl then falls back into the crate with the vagabond laying motionless on top of her.)
Little girl: Движение восстановлено [Movement restored]
(The little girl pushes the vagabond off her)
Little girl: Оружие системы онлайн [Weapon systems online]
(She gets up out of the crate, quickly transforms her right hand into a small automatic weapon, and shoots the gunman dead on the forehead.)
Little girl: нападавший устранены [Assailant eliminated]
(Her hand turns back to normal and turns to look back at the Vagabond who has recovered just enough to understand what occurred)
Vagabond: You stopped him. That’s good I guess. (They both stare at each other for a while)
Little girl: разрешение языковой барьер...в процессе [language barrier resolution...in progress]
Vagabond: Look, I’m not even going to ask what you are. Just...hmmph...(He gets up on his feet as he puts his hand on his wounded arm)....just tell me your name.
Little girl: My name is Ayala!
Vagabond: Ayala....Hi my name is....
Ayala: Neal Dietrich Bennet. Former Special Ops Forces. Code name: Vagabond. Last seen in the Middle East. Presumed MIA.
Vagabond: You...are not normal...thanks by the way, for saving us both....I guess I do have to ask you this. What are you?
Ayala: I’m...obsolete. Designated for termination.
Neal: Hmm...It seems your termination has been cancelled thanks to these rogue militants....(He rubs his forehead feeling a bit stressed.)...*sigh* Whatever you are now, you’re no longer my target. I won’t kill a kid, even if she is the Terminator.
Ayala: Your wounds! Do you need assistance?
Neal: Don’t worry, You and I aren’t so different. My body is self-healing, thanks to a few miracle doctors. See! (He shows his shoulder wound, which is rapidly healing itself) The bullets passed right through, so it makes it easier for the nano-bots to do their thing. (He smiles, but Ayala shows no emotion).
Ayala: I must return to my handler and be terminated. (Neal stunned by this quickly picks up his rifle, throws it on his back and runs to stop Ayala from leaving.)
Neal: Wait a minute, you want to be terminated?
Ayala: I’m obsolete. I...must go back.
Neal: Hah...Whatever you are, you’re not obsolete. How about you follow me? It’s dangerous for a little kid to be...uh...but then again, you’re dangerous as well, hahaha.
Ayala: Follow you? Are you my new handler?
Neal: How about you call me your friend. We should get going, before more of those rogues arrive. (Neal turns to walk towards the front exit, but sees that Ayala won’t move)
Neal: Do you trust me? (He extends his hand towards Ayala. She slowly but cautiously grabs his hand. Neal smiles at her and then moves forward as they exit the mosque together.)