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Volkswagen ID 5: Noch eine elektrisierende ID-ee aus Wolfsburg
Volkswagen ID 5: Noch eine elektrisierende ID-ee aus Wolfsburg
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The city both existed and did not. Whether any atom existed in any place was determined seemingly at random, like balancing a poker chip on a knife edge to see where it would fall. Or, were there atoms? It seemed overwhelmingly likely, but then, everything was fictional. What was science to you? Nothing but the rules to a universe that none of you could ever reach. The sky and layout were mostly blue, a soft faded color like it was tired of existing, splashed here and there with a deep deadly red. This dimension was dying, and you were supposed to fight someone here, or at least thats what the guy in those green shutter shades said. He’d seemed pretty excited about it. It all tasted sour to you.
In every direction were hundreds of thousands of buildings, black and emaciated so that their steel bones lay bare to the faint alkali traced air. Everything seemed to have a sense of almost happening, like at any moment someone should walk around a corner but never did. You lay at its center like a Halogen gas, unstable and uncertain and waiting for your match. The alley you were walking down was actually some twenty stories above the ground, and seemed solid enough- it was also lined with doors, though you had no inclination to find out what was behind them. You did your best to remain outside, where you could keep an eye on that great deceitful moon that illuminated the dying city.
Behind you, a door whispered open.
On pure instinct, you felt the sharp splinter pain of teleportation and found yourself perched on the roof, eyes trained on the corridor. A door that had originally been just behind you was now standing open, revealing a thick black gutted center. No one was there.
Carefully, very carefully, you slid off the roof back down into the hall of doors. Bundles of wires were roped about, seemingly to no purpose, as they often terminated in frayed ends or holes in the grimy brick wall. Weirdly, though you had just passed into here through a typical city terrain, the hallway stretched both before and behind you, seemingly infinitely. Far back behind you the door remained open. That sense of potential energy remained, though somewhat punctured, like a pin prick in a loosely inflated balloon. This was all getting a little dramatic, you thought, and laughed a little.
Suddenly, and as definitely as if someone had whispered the information to you, you realized you were not alone. You turned around with a snap, resisting the urge to teleport from danger. It was usually better to see things from where you were, first.
She stood about thirty feet away from you, in front of another open door, just as black inside as the last. Her hair drifted behind her in a great luminescent white cloud, as if she had just stopped moving, although her body itself was as still as the walls. Your eyes instinctually followed from her hair to her face, which was sweet looking, almost sleepy, but trained neatly on you. Her hands curved gracefully in on herself as if she were unused to turning them against anyone else.
Conflicting with this peaceful image was the huge silver sword in her hand.
You felt a tingle of panic shoot from your spine to your stomach before you saw that she didn’t particularly look like she was going to use it. In fact, the tip was dragging on the ground, and with a wince you noticed that it was probably being scraped dull. She had started to move again, walking towards you with marked curiosity, and you were just wondering whether you should talk or run when she opened her mouth.
“You have really pretty hair,” she said. You stared in disbelief.
It seemed rude to say nothing back, and the absurdity of the whole thing was too strong, you decided to just sort of play into it. “Ah… so do you, really. It’s so long and uh… white.”
You’d been mumbling, but she seemed to both have heard and been really pleased with the compliment. She was drifting even closer when she suddenly tumbled to the ground. It was so sudden, and so at odds with her ethereal appearance, you could only stare as she picked herself back up and laughed.
“But it’s so long! I trip over it all the time. I much prefer my other form.”
You had to pause at that. Who the hell was this? She was really cool, you had to admit, and you sort of wanted to hear what she was. She looked like a marble statue that was lit from the inside out, an angel dressed in gold, and she spoke in a way hinted you were long friends. And her other form, what did that mean-
The door behind you slammed open, and before you were really clear on what was happening the woman was lunging towards you to push you in. You had a second to watch the devious smile on her face change into a circle of surprise before you found yourself teleported onto the roof some ten feet away from the woman.
You caught your breath and watched her peer around for a moment before finding you again. She looked positively delighted, like you had just performed a particularly amazing card trick.
“You are really clever!” she laughed. You almost wanted to join her. You had to admit, you liked her a lot already. She stopped laughing and gave you a piercing look. “I was only going to take you to a world filled with baby animals. Is that so bad? Would you have hated that?”
You stay silent. She may be friendly, but you don’t know how dangerous she is. She seems very sweet, and aside from attempting to shove you into that doorway, she’s been very passive… so what should you do? You can’t stay perched on this roof forever, and the Announcer guy implied that running would only prolong your battle. You decide to start with something simple.
“What’s your name?”
She looks up at you with sleepy surprise.
“Mine?”
“Yes.”
Her gaze drifts to the open door, and it slides gently shut. “They call me Walker.”
“Cool. I’m Yessenia. I can teleport. It’s pretty neat.”
“Teleport…” she said slowly, as if tasting the word.
You like that she’s distracted. She might me sweet, and you might like her, but in the end is an opponent and you have to take her out, somehow.
“Could you…” you say quietly, “could you maybe show me your other form?”
She turns to look at you again, a little wide eyed and wondering. “Would you really like to see it?”
“Absolutely,” you say. You’re hoping you’re not going to be wrong, and with a sharp snap of satisfaction you see that she’s doing exactly what you hoped she would do. She turns her back to you and gently opens another door. You catch a glimpse of a white hallway lined with doors before you’re already teleported and slamming your fist into her lower back. She’s even lighter than you thought, and you experience only a faint moment of guilt when she’s blasted into the hallway before her form explodes into a bright cloud and the door slams shut behind her. Your whole arm shivers and for a second you want to take it back, that was cruel of you, but what else could you do she had that huge sword-
“CONGRATULATIONS,” a voice booms. “WINNER IS YESSENIA. OPPONENT FORFEITED BY LEAVING ARENA. PLEASE PROCEED TO NEXT DESIGNATED AREA.”
You’re the winner. Oh god, you actually won.