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Apocalypse Awakening - A Touhou + Left4Dead zombie rush fic thing...

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♛ Apher-Forte: Lol, read this in Louis' voice "TAAAANNNKKKK" Will be adding other L4D references in later chapters... (including Grabbin Peelz.)

Esifex: Marisa: "Run... or shoot? Run, or shoot?" Nitori: "Both, dammit!" Reimu: "I hate stairs. I hate vans. I hate small towns. I hate airports. I hate elevators."

♛ Apher-Forte: Lol, why does Nitori have to be Bill? I wanted Eirin to be Bill but she is too confident lol. "It feels like 'Nam all over again"

♛ Apher-Forte: Chapter 5 ________ Marisa turned, her broom in one hand and in her left the Hakkero, burning with fiery light brighter than day, hotter than the surface of the sun at the opening. Countdown begins, she needs around 4 counts before the thing is warmed up enough for a barrage of fiery light beams capable of piercing the hordes approaching them from all sides. Alice grimaced and gritted her teeth, her army of knight armored dolls is as well, and the circle seemed to get smaller with each passing second. They stood huddled back to back, pushing against Setsu, defenseless a human being without her own means of fighting back. Lake Suwa has become very dangerous, the hotspot for holy energy may have acted as a beacon and attracted unknowingly these foul dead creatures to it, gathering it like rotten fruit would gather flies. The creatures are relentless, bashing the shields, shaking the lance-domed surrounding which resembled a thorn-garden and some even impaling themselves in the process. The powerful impact from however, the Panther, a gruesome, eyeless, fanged creature that was possibly once human was the most devastating. Alice could tell through the eyes of her dolls Shanghai and Hourai, floating just above the lance laden dome she built around them in solid fashion; safely evading enemy presence as they do not have life signs, be it youkai or human as they are made of wood. They looked down and saw that two Panthers are now pawing with insane strength onto the surface of the shields, breaking them apart. Even though semi-ethereal, the dolls army that Alice summoned had a limited capacity to take physical damage, and while summoned, it is vulnerable to any outside force, the most lethal being another magical force. It however can stomach quite a few tons of physical damage, only that it is approaching its limit now. “Marisa… I can’t hold this much longer!” Alice shouted. “No worries, break us out, I have the spell ready.” “Which one?” “Teacher’s own, Orreries Sun. It is better as it will surround us ~ze” Marisa answered. “Like last time, I am casting a shield next, this will take as much damage as Yukari’s Infinite Super-speed Flying Objects, but it won’t last, we have 20 seconds!” Nitori shouted. “Okay, 1, 2, 3!!” Alice cancelled her spell, and like glass shattering the air gave a ring of resonance before the confused creatures around them came to realize they hit air with their claws and nails. The Panther especially seemed to twitch in desperate fashion, the ring must have hurt it badly since it has a keen sense of hearing. With the last shard of the glassy magical surface shattering and the last of the knight armored dolls disappearing into nothing but air and glittery fairy dust like particles, Marisa quickly activated her spell. “Light Sign: Orreries Sun!!” She announced, and promptly did 4 body sized balls of 4 different colors in blue, red, yellow and green appeared, firing from all directions away from them bolts of laser light which pierced through the creatures by mass numbers. They howled, and screamed, their screams as foul as their smell of the decayed dead. Some fell dramatically, while others simply blasted into a distance, broken and unable to move but as there are gaps between the fires, like all danmaku design is supposed to be, the Panthers evaded with such excellent skill it looked almost like they know what is happening despite not having any eyes. “What?!” Marisa was shocked, seeing the Panthers evade left and right, up and down, jumping above the lasers with their excellent agility and even managed to progress a few steps towards them. Just as she was firing it up her Master Spark, her ultimate spell, she suddenly stopped. It was only a split second, but among the weaving laser lights, the Panther seemed to stare at it with the faceless feature it seemed to carry, and with immediate effect, it opened its jaws of sharp rows of canine teeth, and revealed what may well be a grotesque formation of a flower. The flower was no flower of any kind however, it is a powerful tool of hunting, it is what was its tongue, evolved into an extending jaw that snaps down on targets at a short distance. The thing shot as quick as Marisa could respond with her aim, but she had no time to announce her words of her spell. The thing reached and just a second before; the sudden pounding of an invisible wall jolted the creature upwards, and snapped back its jaw with effect. It turned, seeking for sounds with its ears facing Marisa, Nitori, Alice and Setsu, whom is breathing heavily, clutching her chest as though she is having a panic attack. “There!” Nitori announced, her shield has been activated. “19! 18! C’mon guys, let’s go! 16!” Nitori counted loudly, making sure the group heard them. Alice readied her spell, and like magic in the air the dolls Shanghai and Hourai summoned up from their bodies, split images of themselves. They spread into two and into four, before surrounding the group and rose to the air. “On my mark~ze!” Marisa sounded, her Orreries Sun spell, the four balls having taken out most of the crowd except for the powerful and agile Panthers which snapped their jaws open and shut in anticipation. “Disengage!” Marisa sounded. “7!! Shields OFF!!” Nitori shouted, and promptly did the blue colored hexagon shaped wall surrounding them faded. “Love Sign! Master Spark!!” From Marisa’s hand, her Hakkero glowed and hummed so loud it distressed the Panthers below. They sensed heat, and they tried to run, turning away from the crowd and moving as quickly. Except this time they can’t outrun a huge gunk of laser. Like a tunnel of death that moves, the gunk of laser light wider than several humans stacked together, wider than 10 Marisas standing in width; fired into the open ground ahead, with the Panthers running away, only to get caught in its seemingly endless width of range. Like a powerful furnace, the heat of the laser light burned and blasted all that is alive or dead in the path, disintegrating them into nothing but sheer dust, or nothing at all. The volume of magic power invested into this spell was incontrollable, and it was only a few numbers of Gensokyo’s powerful residents can control its power, Marisa being the only one who is human and can do so. With effect, the Panthers became nothing. Then, as the laser died out, Marisa gave a huge wheeze, feeling tired all of a sudden, as her smile faded a bit and she wiped the sweat off her forehead. Indeed, it has been a great task: timing, and most of all, chance. Had the Panthers not ran and pounced for her instead, this spell would not have worked. From a distance, it was suddenly dawning to them, that this… was a wrong move. “Are those?” Alice sounded, looking at a distance ahead, where the laser did not reach earlier as it was aimed 45 degrees to the ground. “Tanks!” Setsu called, and fear once more gripped the group. “Damn it, one after another?” Marisa cursed, losing her ‘~ze’ for a moment. Nitori only looked, and counted quickly from which she can see. Two of them, one in the front and one at the back… and then… it looked like another one is approaching due east. “How tough did you say these things are?” “Very.” Setsu answered. “I am fighting. One for each of us!” Nitori announced. To be honest, she didn’t feel like it, but no way she will bested by a brainless mindlessly mad gorilla. They gritted their teeth, and ran forward, engaging them before Setsu can say stop. ++++++ Eirin put the blood of the creature, now finally dead from blood loss; into a vial of blue liquid. This is a blood serum, mixed with human blood. She saw what she had wanted to see, and has remained uninterrupted for a good time, not even from Reisen. Inside, she worried, the rabbit may be in trouble but is too diligent to call out for her. Then again, she deducted the possible from the impossible list of things that can happen calculatively. ‘She is not that weak… surely a few of these cannot harm her.’ She deduced. However, inside her mind now swirled images of unsure, even she was not completely immune from these attackers, they are fast and violent, very volatile beasts. She shook the serum vial in her hand, and saw the colors change. To the laymen, it looked like that and only that, liquids changing color. To her eyes, she saw that it was a powerful virus, capable of altering amino acids, genetic strains in mere seconds. Such a thing cannot possibly hope to exist in the natural world, the world won’t allow it. Though she can’t find no reason why it wouldn’t of course, but nature has a way of controlling its population. It has always been this way: ‘the ones that are lethal don’t last, the ones that last are never lethal.’ However, one that is both lethal, transmitted by blood, quick to infect and lasts till the whole of Japan was completely within its grasp? That is a new strain that did not observe any generic guidelines to any virus study. This is a deadly virus, capable of destroying entire capitals, even the moon itself. She next took out a green vial, blood serum just as well, but with Lunarian blood. She injected bits of blood from the Witch into the vial. She shook the vial, waiting. It took a much longer time, around 20 seconds, but colors began to change, the Lunarian blood began to slowly rot to a brownish red color, and then quickening as the number of healthy cells soon degraded into infected blood. She looked, and gasped silently. “Such… impossible…” She didn’t want to believe it but the truth is as bare as a naked child. The truth was dastard, dangerous to behold. What would have happened? If the creatures spat their blood into a victim with open wounds, it is very much death for even one like her, had she not have the immortal power to regenerate, and reset her body to before any damage was caused into perfect order, she would have died. She wondered how bad it would be? What sort of new strains would the virus carry if it infected alien blood? Then, from behind her, a bloodcurdling scream that pierced the air, she thought at first it was another one of these creatures; but then, she listened, and it belonged to Reisen. “FUCK!” She shouted, and ran for that direction, abandoning her vials there and then as she readied her bow. +++++++ It heaved and puffed, Marisa sidestepped, only to be swung aside but such massive force that her broom almost broke as she flew at least 10 feet away and hit her back against a tree. “ArrrghhhH!!” She yelled out in pain, the rude awakening was as jolting as it is deadly. The power from just one swing, how can she have mistaken? She saw the thing approaching, it looked large and strong. She should have fired her Master Spark at it but no, she didn’t. There is no way she can fight this thing. The worse thing for her now is that she can’t fly as she normally would. She regretted for never learning how to fly without magic. She regretted it with much disgust in her veins. The smashing powerhouse came again, the Tank, a large bulky creature probably around 10 feet tall, with so much muscle growth it resembled like a big thumb tack of a bulldozer, ramming all in its path into a distance. It yelled and roared, its voice muffled by the strain of the muscles must put on his arteries. The creature was no mere infected; it is a powerful one, the strongest of its kind. She should have listened; Setsu may be safe now in a distance, what if one of those Panthers struck again? She would be carted away, or worse still they’d kill her on the spot. She reached for her pockets, and pulled out a spell card. On the surface of the card are signs, ancient magic circles which glows in her hand in pink and sometimes orange light. It said on the surface ‘Magic Sign, Ultimate Shortwave’ and she chanted the name above the card and the runes associated with the spell. The card glowed in response, and like an agile gymnast, she swung with her weight on the tree branch above her to do a back flip, only a blink of an eye before the creature before her rammed to where she was, knocking down the tree which she was stepping on. Such great strength! “Declare!” She shouted, and the card evaporated from her hands into shiny balls of light, which she gathered and forced it downwards. As she jumped off the branch, she landed on the creatures back. Thanks to its massive overgrowth, it could not reach above its back, obstructed by its muscular growth, Marisa placed her hand while maintaining just enough balance while standing on its back; she placed it to the above of its head. “Take this!” She shouted, and a pump shotgun degree of magic power from the seven colored ball which she held inside fired like a bolt of lightning directly into its head. It howled in pain, eyes bulging and even jumped out from its sockets as it choked in its own blood and gurgling from it. For a long while it ran blindly, attacking every tree in sight while Marisa hangs as best as she could to the creature’s back. It was panicking, the pain shocked it so much but yet somehow, despite the amount of destructive light energy pumped directly into its brain, it has not died yet. Without sight however, its blind rage can only hurt. It swung, and dug the ground and tore with it large patches of earth and rock, carting just above its chest and hurled at nothing in particular. It tried to grab its face, but not able as its arms are simply too bulky to such delicate movements. “Just die already!” With enough power to break a skull, Marisa used her broom and slapped down on the creature’s already broken noggin, and grinded its way deep into its cracked skull. Something mushy was felt but Marisa was all too inclined not to think about it, God knows what she is doing to that creature’s delicate insides. With a final and long faded out howl, the creature slumped. Like a tired dog, it crumpled to the ground, rousing dust and dirt, and sinking the earth with its massive weight downwards. It laid down, and flopped over, while Marisa jumped lightly off its back. Happy that she had took one down… normally, this would mean she failed to capture a card by one of her opponents in Gensokyo, but this time, she has genuinely killed her opponent with danmaku, and at zero range. She seems to remember this being called a ‘death graze’, literally translating to taking a chance and grazing death’s scythe by the neck. She looked at a distance, Alice was nowhere in sight, but she could sense her into the forests. Nitori seemed to have finished the creature she was battling with, and is on the way quickly back to Setsu, who cowered on the ground helplessly, careful to make no noise for fear of the Panthers. Marisa rushed over, but changed her mind... Alice may need help. She ran with all her strength towards the dark and dense woods. “Please be safe…” She prayed. Alice is not normally the sort to fight such things. ++++ (Moments before) “C’mon, c’mon!” Nitori taunted the creature before her towered over her like a solid moving mountain. Man would be engulfed by its very shadow, groups would be stunned by its massive form, and even the greatest machine-o-war that man can come up with would be dominated by its sheer magnitude. It howled, a massive roaring tone that is layered with deep baritone, shaking the ground and pounding its massive arms into the ground as it came to a full stop. Then like an enraged bull, it kicked against the ground, sending dust flying into the air.  It charged at full speed and Nitori welcomed it, with arms poised in wrestling fashion. She has seen her brethren do it before, long before she became a recluse due to her active interest in inventing strange machinery and science; she was one of the kids round the block. The Kappa community is a strange community, she reminded herself of her past. Their pastimes, of all the greatest nuisances they can cause, are to wrestle among themselves. Despite their small frame, Kappa-kind has strength well beyond the tiny elastic arms of theirs, and can be rather desperate when denied of their fun. Her brethren, the really old ones, began with simple things, like pulling oxen into the river, drowning it and eating it later. Some who are violent resorted to dragging thrashing full grown human males into rivers. Some even challenged bears in hand to hand combat, but of course, nothing compares with what Nitori is attempting now. She always loved a good challenge, and back in the younger days, she used to be the little wrestling princess of the block, she has never lost a round. She of all things, before her science and her tools, never backed out a fight and she isn’t going to do it now. Like a readied wrestler, she moved forward, catching the massive thing’s arms as it swung in full strength to smash her. The Tank looked surprised, from its dumb face, its tongue spread out and made a ‘uh?’ sound. Then lifting it, it hoisted Nitori above its head, attempting to swing her away in desperate fashion. To it, it must be a new experience, to have something so tiny, a girl even, blocking its initial swing? Most of the humans it attacked must have been crashed by that sheer force. To Nitori however, she realized, this thing is no stronger than a bear, at least by one arm’s swing. The area they are fighting in is still affected by conditions, she is near a forest and the open grounds here make it impossible to look behind its back due to its small head and non-existent neck oppressed by muscular growth. There most of all, is gravity. Wrestlers, as her brethren in the region of the Holy Mountain, where the Yasaka Shrine now stands and is named Youkai Mountain instead; the old days saw the older generation of Kappa fought even Gods by standards. They fought great spirits, they fought moving giant grotesque beings that shouldn’t even exist, and won. In terms of pure strength, she is no match, but where the brethren told her lessons in gravity; valuable lessons they were indeed. No giant thing with a body size like this can have efficient center of gravity, its torso too big, its arms too thick. Break its legs and it will swing its arms only in effective range. Break its foothold and the creature will be as helpless as a large moving lump, to which she can safely blow it apart in a distance with her arsenal of weapons, including a few explosives. Back-flipping a round into the sky and then landing with her extended legs, Nitori restored her arms to obtain her full strength. With a powerful lunge, her feet dug into the soil, pushing against it with all her might and she ran forward with her arms extended in clawed fashion. The Tank is slow to respond to her maneuver as turning about with its large frame is as slow as snail pace thanks to its inefficient built. Arms wrapped around the right leg of the Tank, Nitori hauled with all her strength backwards, starving it of any balance left as it split due to its massive weight. Its hips collapsed; proving that Nitori’s strength is inherited from her ancestors and she is no weakling when it comes to hand to hand combat. It swung its massive arm backward, prompting itself to lose even more balance as it shifted its right foot forward and left foot back. Quickly letting loose of the right leg, she turned about and thrust herself forward to the left leg, and the lunge she made was successful, immediately sending the giant tumbling with its last leg out of balance and falling sideways in surprised fashion. Its face was a grimacing scowl, staring back at Nitori angrily and confusedly, but there is little it can do beside flailing helplessly in the air during its fall. Nitori zipped backwards, and like a wrestler in sportive fashion, she climbed to the back, and engaged in a backward reverse jointed lock move. The Tank had too much muscle to move its arm back to catch her, nor does its frame allowed it to conduct that move and before long it found its legs locked in criss-crossed fashion, The ankles which should face opposite sides are now locked in a hurtful reversed state, and in Nitori’s trained grasp, she pulled it backwards until the Tank’s underdeveloped spine sounded in crackling noises, indicating the pressure she placed upon sitting on the hip and pushing its hip bones to crush the lower spine. Thanks to its underdeveloped growth, the lower body is no stronger than a normal human, maybe at best like that of a small bear’s density, and with a hurried twist and pull motion, Nitori heard what she wanted to hear. Her analytical mind helped much, deducing its oversized growth of the upper torso, calculating its weak points; the Tank reminded her of her worst inventions, uselessly propped upon standard sticks and bamboo, easily outweighed and outbalanced by the enormous weight gained above once installed. Using this knowledge, she effectively tricked it to enter a battle which it is most inefficient at: balance acting. A crack and blood spurting out from its grey skin later, the Tank howled in massive pain, and thrashed in protest only to find itself digging the ground into pounded wet soil but nowhere free where it should be. Releasing its grip, Nitori traced her hands about the spine to where there used to be a neck behind the shoulder blades. She found it, but she knew the veins that matter lies underneath, behind the mass of muscle that protects it from blasts of power and impact from high areas. Placing her finger to the back, she declared a spell with her right hand, “Kappa: Monster Cucumber!” Pushing her hand quickly to the spine, she stopped its useless thrashing immediately, and sent it into utter silence. She has done it right, and broke its upper spine which all living creatures, mutated or otherwise, relies to move thanks to connective nerves and veins to the brain. Force of several hundred non-precise lasers erupting from the palm of her hand pushed past the thick skin and muscles layer by layer, mercilessly piercing through the armored thickness and finding the inner sinews and tendons before also breaking them down. At such a distance, it won’t be any surprise before the weak lasers pierce through even the heart, and destroying all the arteries, veins and tissues from the inside. Once broken, no living creature will not be rendered vegetable in state, no matter how strong the Tank is, it cannot move if its veins are severed and ruptured by internal danmaku. This, she learned well from observing a priceless battle between Eirin and a resident, an immortal of the Bamboo Forest in Gensokyo once a long time ago. In order to stop the immortal from moving, Eirin reached behind her in a surprise attack, placing her spell card, normally non-lethal at zero distance and stabbing the card into the back of her opponent’s spine. She declared at such close range the impact from the spraying force which is typical of all magic spells immediately pierced into the skin of the immortal, forcing her to fall to the ground as her nerves and veins went into overload. Despite her quick healing ability, it was too late as immediately after, Eirin declared a large spell, a powerful focused shot of pure magic energy directed at that spot behind her opponent’s neck, and destroyed the link between its head and torso; severing all movement control from her downed opponent, whom is still stunned from the initial zero-range attack and was unable to turn around to face Eirin in desperation of a proper defense. Wisdom comes to those who have aged and knows their battles as well as their own being. Eirin has lived long, and there is not one body part that she doesn’t grow all too familiar with; not one she knows is truly invulnerable. Nitori smiled, and hopped off its back, seeing the dead creature now lying in a pool of its own foul stinking blood. She wiped the blood off, and looked at Marisa’s direction. There and then she saw a great blast of light, and like an exploding of seven colors, Marisa did what she did to the Tank. She destroyed the creature from the inside out, using the impact of danmaku fire. It was however, Marisa employed the use of a proper bomb spell, which is her newly made spell when she chased the Palanquin Ship in the skies nearly a year ago. She has been very diligent it seems, Nitori noted the spell is visibly lesser obvious a spray of magic energy covering wide ranges, but now evolved into a focused spray in a short wave of colorful magic instead; hence its name, ‘Magic Shortwave.’ Marisa has indeed never been one to choose good names for her new spells, but they were brilliant spells nonetheless. Nitori suddenly snapped back to attention, realizing the human girl, Setsu is alone. While it took her a mere five minutes to settle the Tank on her own, those five minutes could have been a very lethal period for Setsu, who can get attacked from any direction. She turned back, and saw that Setsu cowered on the floor, tiny movements from her back; her breathing to be exact confirmed she is safe: she is however playing dead, hopefully to avoid the attention of any oncoming enemies. “Smart girl.” Nitori praised silently and ran to her direction. At the side of her eyes, she noticed Alice is gone and Marisa is heading to her direction, which is in the forests ahead, covered with lurking shadows. ++++++++ “Amazing, I hadn’t thought they have such caliber.” A voice spoke from above a tall mountain, overlooking the great Suwa Plains, where the magician Marisa, kappa Nitori, puppeteer Alice and the human girl is fighting for their lives against oncoming waves of brainless infected. “Yes, wonderful, by the time tonight approaches, our beacons will call them all over, they would be swamped by then…” Another voice answered. “Hachisaka, it was your idea to gather them here a week before, did you know they were coming?” The other voice asked. “No, of course not, why would I lie to you?” “You better not, remember, so long as we are in Lake Suwa and you have been defeated by me, you shall remain my servant; nothing more!” The other voice boomed loudly. Although it certainly is a voice belonging to a young female, the voice carried a menacing tone much unlike the surface of the character’s looks. Slowly, from the shadows, a figure dressed in black, wearing a tall hat and not exceeding five feet tall appeared. She walked slowly out into the open, her black blouse seeming to reflect the light from the surface. “Yes, Master…” The other voice answered, carrying a tone of disagreement and disdain. +++++++

Esifex: Just pointing out; you have a very silly typo in the part where Nitori knocks the Tank off-balance. She caused it to 'love' more of its balance. :B

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