I have the eighth page completed now. There's another non-existent name here. So for the time being, the character's name is (!). Yeah...enjoy!
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Dech’e coughed, blinking to clear his vision. The girl strolled towards him, a pair of twin swords in her hands.
“You shouldn’t attack someone like that,” she said innocently, looking at him with a less than happy expression.
“Bitch,” he huffed and quickly pulled his gun up, pressing the trigger. There was a gasp. The girl stumbled back, holding her left shoulder as blood ran through her fingers. Dech’e got up and aimed his gun at her again. “I’m not missing again.”
“You’re not such a welcoming sort of guy are you?” she stated calmly, straightening up. A slight pained expression was etched on her face. “You could at least address me by my name. Bitch is a little harsh.”
“Ok then,” Dech’e shot her a lopsided grin. “What’s your name hacker?”
“(!).” She didn’t hesitate. In a blink of an eye she was gone. Dech’e whirled around only to find. The razor edge of a blade ran through his shirt and across his skin. He slid back, landing roughly on the floor. Gasping as he held his bleeding wound. He quickly raised his gun and shot two rounds. The girl jumped and landed safely. Panting, she got up, holding her shoulder.
“Not bad,” Dech’e huffed, getting up.
“Same to you,” (!) replied. “You know, I’ll leave if you just give me a copy of the data you stole from me.”
“But then what would be the point of taking your data if I didn’t utilize it?”
(!) blinked in mild confusion. He has the data, she thought to herself. And he’s pissed and he wants to erase me because I hacked his system. Besides the fact that’s he’s acting like an obsessed stalker and/or pedophile, how else would he use my data?
Then it hit her. She didn’t get the chance to exit his SquareOne before she found her twin blades disintegrating in her hands. “What the hell!?” she screamed at him. “Don’t you want to be fair about it at least?”
“Hackers don’t play fair.”
True…she thought to herself with a dismayed twitch. He had his gun raised to her head, aiming right between the eyes. “Okay, so if you’re about to shoot me,” she sighed, looking him in the eye. “At least tell me why you’d waste your time trying to get rid of me.”
“You hacked my system,” he told her. “No one gets away with that.”
“Okay,” she reasoned. “Then you hacked mine and crashed it. Yeah, I call that even.”
“She’s got a point,” Rose jumped in, her arms shrugging.
Dech’e blinked and scratched his head. “Well...”
“Do you realize how much coding I’ve lost!” she snapped. “I left your stuff intact! I just wanted a copy of my data!”
“But your program crashed my DataScar!”
“Because you crashed my data!”
“…” Dech’e didn’t have a come back to that.
“Man you have some screwed up logic.”
“My logic is fine,” Dech’e huffed, replacing his gun in his holder. “Besides, you hacked into my SquareOne.”
(!) had a cat grin on her face. “So you were…jealous?”
Dech’e gave her a disbelieving, yet beet red, expression. “N-No! Of course not!”
(!) only grinned wider. “You were jealous.”
“I was not!”
“Yeah you were,” Rose sighed.
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