[color=goldenrod][i][b][center][h3]Kabeyama Chikage[/h3]
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[color=goldenrod]"Huh?"[/color] Suddenly the woman was gone. Chikage tried to think how she did it. Was she just a reflection? Perhaps a digital screen? Magic? Surely it was witchcraft, because it was the only way it would explain how a robed woman with an entire table set up just vanished from sight. It wasn't just a day dream either, or at least Chikage didn't think so, because she still had the tarot card. [color=goldenrod]"What is going on?"[/color] That's when Chikage started noticing some oddities. She wasn't a stranger to Miso City's orange afternoon, but tonight the sky was a deep red. She's never seen that before. Not only that by right next to her the train had stopped moving, when it was going full tilt just a moment ago. The lights on the rail keeping cars and pedestrians stopped as well: they were no longer blinking. Chikage wasn't certain what happened. Her mind couldn't process it. But fortunately she was aware enough to notice a garbage can being thrown at her.

The first thing she heard was clanging when she saw the metal tin hurled at her face. Chikage fell off her bike, narrowly avoiding getting smacked right in the face. Startled she looked at in the direction of where the garbage can came form expecting some sort of assailant, but she saw none. Then she turned and saw the garbage can stand up. [color=goldenrod]"What the fuck!"[/color] The garbage can threw it's lid at Chikage, who managed to block it with her bike. Out of desperation she threw her bike at the garbage can and knocked it over. She needed and escape, and she figured being on the other side of the train should help. So she slipped between the boxcars and started running.

There would be a police kiosk just around the corner. Chikage intended to seek shelter there, but when she arrived she saw no one. [color=goldenrod]"Hello!? Police! I need help, someone is attacking me!"[/color] Chikage cried out desperately, but no one answered her back. She went to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. She peeked into the windows and saw no one. The lights were on but there were no officers. In fact, there was no one on the streets but Chikage. She could see cars on the road, but they weren't moving. The people were gone. It was just her, and the sound of the garbage can getting closer. Panicking Chikage continued to run. She didn't know where she was going, but she figured anywhere was better then whatever attacked her. 

But Chikage could only run so far. She eventually found herself near the arcade, but the sound of the garbage can was constant. It was following her, somehow. [color=goldenrod]"Dammit... Dammit! What the hell is going on!?"[/color] Chikage cursed to herself. She looked around desperate and ran into an alley. She needed to hide, or grab a weapon, or anything. She found a copper pipe about two feet long. Despite how fragile it was as a weapon, Chikage took it anyways. As she turned around from the alley she saw it. Somehow, it was able to keep up with her. Blocking her exit was the garbage can. [color=goldenrod]"What the fuck are you!?"[/color] Chikage shouted as if she was really expecting an answer. Instead however the garbage can removed it's lid and flung trash at her. Normally this would be silly and childish, but right now Chikage was terrified at the suddenly animated garbage can, plus it was throwing shards of glass at her. One slashed her arm and left a shallow cut, but deep enough to draw blood. Knowing that she couldn't defend herself against that sort of projectile weaponry Chikage beat another hasty retreat down the alley, exiting it to turn away from the arcade.

Chikage ran as much as she could, but soon she started to grow tired. The garbage can continued to follow her like a bloodhound, and it seemed like no where she went she could escape it. As she took a moment to breath she saw a fire escape leading towards the roof. Surely the garbage can couldn't jump it's way to the roof tops? Taking that chance Chikage ran towards the fire escape and used her copper pipe to knock the ladder loose. Tucking it into her skirt Chikage climbed the fire escape towards the roof, though before she reached the top the garbage can managed to find her yet again. But with the high ground Chikage hoped she could escape whatever it was... At least until she reached the top. Thinking that she was safe she collapsed onto her knees to breath, until she heard a sold metal thud near her. [color=goldenrod]"Oh give me a break!"[/color]

The garbage can indeed did jump up after her and continued it's assault. With no time to rest Chikage had to use evasive maneuvers, getting low to the ground to minimize her physical profile and diving behind a ventilation shaft. She could feel the projectiles deflecting off the hull, but it was only a temporary reprieve. Chikage was nearly pissing herself in fear. [color=goldenrod]"What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck! This is like some cheesy horror anime or video game! Garbage can come to life, what kind of sick and twisted way to die is that!?"[/color] Chikage could hear the projectiles moving around the hull, which meant the garbage can was moving to get to her. Just how much ammunition did it have? But Chikage was running out of options here. Running away wasn't doing it. It had a range advantage on her... Perhaps she could try to fight it? Though scared out of her mind, fleeing wasn't really an option any more. She needed to confront it.

As the Garbage Can moved closer, Chikage ran out from cover and tried to smash it with her copper pipe. She succeeded in stopping it from shooting more trash at her as she smacked the lid, but even with her considerable strength leaving a dent in the garbage can, it wasn't defeated. When Chikage engaged it melee it responded in kind, slamming it's hull into Chikage. She stumbled back but stood her ground. [color=goldenrod]"Doriiiiiiiyaaaa!"[/color] Chikage tried to impale the garbage can, but it spun and parried Chikage's blow. Despite how unbelievable this was, Chikage ended up losing her grip on the pipe and got knocked to the ground. Her head smacked against the ground, breaking her glasses and giving her a nasty cut. For a moment, Chikage was stunned.

Exhausted from running around town Chikage tried to look up, but without her glasses as she could see was a blurry image of the garbage can. She could scarcely believe it. [color=goldenrod]"I'm going to get killed... By trash...?"[/color] Crawling back Chikage was considering running again, but soon she found herself at the edge of the building. She looked over the side and could make out the three story drop. If this monster didn't get her, the fall would. She turned back and saw it open it's lip. It was likely going to try to attack her with more garbage, and at this point it seemed like there was little Chikage could do. She had ran a good mile around the city trying to escape the creature, but it somehow was able to find her. She thought maybe climbing onto the roof would save her, but this creature, whatever it was, could easily jump three stories. This was almost unfair. It was pathetic. [color=goldenrod]"This isn't... How it's going to end!"[/color]

Fighting to her last breath, if only because her next ones were questionably available, Chikage rifted through her pockets for something to throw at the garbage can. Some pens, her wallet, her phone. When Chikage's phone hit the garbage can, she inadvertently played the next [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWAjEQBOMZc]song[/url] on her play list.  The last thing she gripped however was that tarot card. Despite not wearing her glasses, she could see it clearly. [color=goldenrod]"Judgement... I see. So that's what it means."[/color]

There wasn't any time to waste. As the garbage can opened up it's lid, Chikage stood on her feet and raised her card towards the creature. Chikage had no idea what she was doing, but this next part came naturally to her. As she looked at the creature it felt like time had slowed down for her. But this wasn't the part were her life flashed before her eyes. There was, however, a flash.