Shattering Humanity-Chapter 121: "...Get Back Home Safe."

Inside the helicopter with Nephilim, Tristan, Silpheed, Bethany, Don Laban, and her assistant Hathor. The Don Laban is still straddling Bethany and she has her Eyelien popped off into 2nd Stage, with a grey smokey aura. She looks into the cockpit at the pilot, Silpheed and the copilot Nephilim.

Don Laban: "You can stop heaa and drop us off, Nephi. The group I’m looking for ain’t too far away by foot. Plus, I know you wanna go and harass your pal ovahh dare by the ocean. He’s in dah old beach town, east of dah entrance to dah connecting tunnel."

Nephilim nods at Silpheed and the helicopter slowly stops mid air and begins descending to the asphalt.

Don Laban looks at Bethany and EyeEngages with the other lusty woman in the cabin of the helicopter. Bethany smiles up at her.

Bethany: "Thanks for the dance, Madame Laban."

The Don leans in and kisses her quickly, breaking their EyeEngagement and then the Don Laban whispers into her ear.

Don Laban: "Let’s do it again sometime, Shawty."

She gets off of Bethany and grabs a SunSword set-up from under the seats. Tristan gets up quickly.

Tristan: "Hey, that’s mine!"

The Don shoots a quick look over at him.

Don Laban: "Shaadup!"

Tristan quickly sits back down with all his weight, upset, arms folded.

The Don checks the holster.

Don Laban: "Huh, not bad. I haven’t seen your ’Mountain Version’ of my homie’s ’Heaters’ yet. How long these retain heat for?"

Nephilim looks back at the Don and smiles.

Nephilim: "You’ll be impressed to know, since you kindly gave us those first version of them over two years ago, our best scientist made THOSE special SunSwords for my three ’General Officers’ here. The blades orange glow and heat lasts for over 10 minutes. Twice as long as the mass produced SunSwords but of course, you can take one, Madame Don Laban."

The helicopter finally touches the ground.

The Don Laban chuckles and unsheathes the sword’s extremely bright orange blade and she can feel the heat coming off of it.

Don Laban: "That’s cute, I bet you guys get a lot of galvanic corrosion huh?"

Nephilim’s eyes widen at the question.

Nephilim: "I’m not too specialized in the weapon creation and science behind them, Madame Laban, but from what I’ve read, corrosion was the main problem from our original steel and aluminum mixed swords. Since we’ve been using a different quenching technique and different metals mixed with clay, the swords have been getting better and better every 6 months or so."

The Don finishes strapping the sword to her left hip and looks at the General.

Don Laban: "Well Nephi, it’s been real. I’ll give ya a month tah take over dose ’Sistah Mountains’ and knock dose wannabe bureaucrats off dare high horses. Make sure you don’t disappoint me now."

She looks at Hathor.

Don Laban: "You ready to hit dis lick real quick, ’Hath’?"

Hathor nods and lifts up her shirt a little to reveal a pistol strapped to her waistband.

Nephilim and the Don look at each other.

Nephilim: "Stay safe out there."

Don Laban: "Shiii, you already know."h

The two mob/gangsters hop out of the copter and begin to walk down the highway and the helicopter begins rising.

Inside the helicopter, Tristan is still pouting and Bethany is back to being the one who invades another’s personal space. Her chest rubbing up on his shoulder.

Bethany: "Awee, Tritty got bullied."

Tristan: "I hate today. That whole experience was...’exhausting’ to say the least. I want a nap just as much as I want an answer from Katsu. Why do we have to agree to help her, Nephilim Sir?"

The helicopter flies over and away from the Don and Hathor.

Nephilim: "The same reason you are agreeing to help me right now, Young Tristan. To keep your darling Stephanie, her ’crown siblings’, and the people safe within the Sister Mountains. For now, an enemy of thy enemy, is a friend."

Back on the ground, Don Laban lights a green filled cigarillo, the end brightens, and as she inhales, the ’blunt’ gets shorter. She ashes it before handing it to Hathor.

Hathor: "Thank you, Lord Laban. Do you really think you can trust them?"

Don Laban exhales and takes her backwards fitted hat off. She shakes her black hair, making an ’S’ grey aura trail from her constant IceEye usage.

Don Laban: "Don’t need tah. If he evahh fucks up, I’ll know and dat General knows dat."

Her stomach growls as she puts her hat back on backwards and she holds her stomach.

Don Laban: "Shit, I’m staahvin’. Hopefully this dumb ’old haired’ cunt doesn’t put up too much of a fight. Remember ’Hath’, DO NOT use your ability on him until I say, got it? We may not even need to use it on him. Just his friends."

Hathor exhales and hands the cigarillo to her ’Lord’.

Hathor: "As you wish, Lord Laban."

The Don takes another hit and smoke comes out of her mouth as she talks. It blends in with her eye aura.

Don Laban: "You ain’t gotta call me Lord, Hath. You’re one of ’the homies’ now. ’Don Laban’ is more dan enough. Ight, tighten up. Dey’re here, wit a traitor who knows one of da ’Two Golden Secrets’."

Saku and his group are in the same spot they were during Saku’s explanation of his new ability. A familiar helicopter flies over them and everyone but Saku is surprised.

Sol: "Wait, it’s that helicopter again! Is it that guy who is enemies with Mr. Mina?"

Dom: "Shit, does that mean we gotta fight them too?"

Saku, his eye, still in its base-kit, peeks from the trees and two figures can be seen, a half mile down the freeway, walking towards them. Itsuka is at his side and can see the two approaching opponents.

Saku: "Nah, he’s willing to be her lackey at the expense of ’trolling’, D. In return, she probably used her ability to expose Sanpaku’s location and that’s the same direction that Blackhawk is going."

Itsuka goes to grab the walkie-talkie but Saku grabs her hand to stop her.

Itsuka: "Saku!"Saku looks at her, directly in her IceEye, and they don’t EyeEngage. Itsuka blushes but then gets a surprised look.

Itsuka: "Hold on a minute...are you-"

But before she finishes the question, the man they were holding captive, runs to escape towards his leader.

Captive: "Help! Don Laban! They killed all my men and they know the ’Golden Secrets ’ about Princess Rebekah’s Foresight time frame and your ability!"

Saku shakes his head.

Saku: "Well, that dude could’ve lived if he stayed with us."

Don Laban looks at the man running towards her, pleading for help. Behind him, Saku can be seen coming from the woods from the off ramp of the highway. As soon as she sees Saku, Don Laban’s grey aura goes to a bright pink. Itsuka follows him out and the Don’s aura goes back to a smokey color, but a lot larger.

Don Laban: "Hath, gimmie the ’nine’."

Hathor does as she’s told and casually lifts her shirt so Don Laban can grab it. The young man’s eyes widen as he realizes the situation he’s in, less than 10 feet now from the woman reaching for the gun. He tries to stop and turn around but the barrel of the gun is already pointed at him. Sol reaches for hers, but Saku holds his hand out and shakes his head. They hear the sound of gun fire go off.

Izanami Division looks to see the man bleeding from the hip and on the ground in pain. The Don Laban walks up to the wounded man as he’s trying to crawl away, hyperventilating, and crying.

Ex-Captive: "Please, please Madame Lord Don Laban DaeMon! I won’t tell anybody! I promise, you can have BloodBug check to see if I’m-"

Don Laban, without a word, points the gun at his head and pulls the trigger, making sure the forbidden knowledge gets splattered on the road.

Saku looks back at his ’squad’, he takes a deep breath and thinks with his eyes closed.

Saku: "Ok, so last time I checked, this chick likes me. So I’ll go and-"

Itsuka, without a word starts walking out but Saku grabs her hand, which doesn’t stop her at all. She starts to comedically drag Saku, easily, as he doesn’t let go. Saku: "Woah, aye, Itsuka! Stop!"

Dom with his rifle and Sol look at each other, confused.

Sol: "I guess, you do your job. Me and Taylor will watch your back."

Dom checks his ammo and reloads it back. He gives her a cocky smirk.

Dom: "’Taylor and I’."

Sol puts the gun she has to his head, the orange safety on.

Sol: "Don’t you dare..."

He turns to look at her and puts the tip of his nose in the end of the barrel, still smiling, unfazed. Sol pulls it away, revealing a small ring of gunpowder on the tip of Dom’s nose.

The Don looks over at the approaching angry woman with her all black outfit. Her black sweatshirt, sleeves rolled up, with ’Itsuka 20’ in white text, cut off to show off her beautifully toned and light skin body. She points the gun at Itsuka the same instant that the "Queen of Izanami" puts Saku in front of her and embraces him from the back.

Itsuka: "Listen here BITCH! THIS. Is my man! I saw him first, so sorry, it must suck to suck!"

The Don gets angry and slightly tightens her finger grip on the trigger but then she puts the gun down. Don Laban starts laughing while walking back to her partner.

Don Laban: "HaAhaha! Is he? You dumb cunt? I bet you think you love him, yet you can’t tell the difference between the real thing and a clone?"

Itsuka doesn’t get surprised from the reveal but she does while Saku quietly gets frustrated.

Saku: "fucking gahd damnit, I wanted to prank them when I died here and showed up later."

Itsuka goes from surprised to extremely pissed off. So pissed off, it makes the Don turn around quickly.

Everyone watches as Itsuka throws the now surprised Saku clone to the asphalt and jumps on top of him and punches him.

Saku’s clone, nose now bleeding, looks up as a tear falls from Itsuka’s right IceEye, forms into a ’snowflake’ and floats perfectly on his fake left Anjell Eye.

A real tear from her left purple eye falls on his cheek and the heartbreaking sound of a woman taking a shallow breath while crying is heard, making the clones eyes widen.

Itsuka: "How dare you! *sobs* After you know how much that shit hurt Shelly...*sobs*...to watch with Katsu! *sobs* You thought it would be fucking funny...!? *sobs*... to do that to me too?! *sobs* And make me go through that pain too?!"h

Se starts throwing disastrous haymakers downwards towards the clone. Each punch causes incredible damage unable to be healed by the clone of the Anjell Eye. Saku’s clone doesn’t even try to defend himself, thinking about the emotional pain he accidentally caused this ’Angel’ with the 3pm sun perfectly behind her platinum haired head, tears periodically falling from her human eye with the ’emotional snow’ blending in with the ’alien snow’ around them.

The Don, about 10 yards away, smiles at the tenacity of the heartbroken woman beating the clone of the man she loves, half to death.

Itsuka gets up, still crying, and looks down at the beaten face of the man she loves.

Itsuka: "I’ve already expressed how much I love...you!"

On ’you’, she kicks the clone and sends him 3-4 feet from the spot.

Saku’s clone is hunched over on his fore arms and knees. In his vision, his right arm is on the cool dirt and grass. While his left arm is on the hot and rough asphalt but his blood is on both sides.

Dom looks worried at Sol, her face is brightly lit with a smile, the fire in her sun colored eyes, brighter than ever.

Dom: "Shouldn’t we stop this?"

Sol waves him off without looking away from the ’lovers quarrel’.

Sol: "Nah. Nah, this’ll be kinda funny."

Dom looks back as Itsuka stands over the clone of their Division Leader and pulls out one of her fully lit SunSwords. Saku’s clone, falls to his back, beaten, blooded and his breathing heavy. His blurry vision finally focuses on the face of the ’ender of his existence’, pointing the SunSword at his neck.

Itsuka still with tears in her heterochromic eyes, makes contact with his fakes one last time.

Itsuka: "This is for the real Saku...when you get this clone’s memories. This isn’t over. I’m going to beat this slut’s ass and her friend. Then whenever you get home from whatever you left me out of, I’m going to get you back. What you tried to do, was more than just payback on me for headbutting your gut. You headbutted my heart, and you owe me big time."

The Don can hear the personal reference between the two and raises her eyebrow while looking at Hathor. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Don Laban: "Dah fuck this bitch talkin’ about?"

Saku’s beaten clone looks up with a blood covered smile.

Saku Clone: "I knew I could trust you... to ’play your part’... make sure you get back home safe."

With her back turned towards the Don, Itsuka with her eyes closed, cuts the clones head off and sheathes her SunSword. The head, body, and fake equipment explode into snow, black snow. As if it was grounded up coal but beautifully contrast to the white snow that surrounds it.

The Don’s grey aura goes to pink but immediately back to grey seeing Itsuka turn around, her IceEye in 2nd Stage with a matching grey color aura but her purple human eye is rolled white, unconscious from pure rage.

Her nails digging into her palms, blood drips to the ground. She has a ’familiar’ sounding low feral growl with every exhale of her deep breaths. Her white teeth grinding, and the two woman with IceEyes/Eyeliens EyeEngage.

Don Laban: "Ohhh, now I want HER, too!"