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Magical girl Lucky Chance was living up to her title today in the worst possible way. It was as if some cosmic force had conspired for her to repay the karmic debt incurred by every narrow dodge and every monster killed by freak coincidence across her entire career all at once.
She was running solo tonight, which was something that, statistically, shouldn’t happen with a team of five, but circumstances had conspired to make it so regardless. Larissa was down with the flu, Tilly was dealing with a family emergency, at school today Bella had somehow managed to dislocate an ankle descending a perfectly normal flight of stairs in a perfectly normal manner, and Lucky Guess’s food poisoning had hit just in time for her to puke her brains out over the freshly formed inner barrier.
She’d have joined her remaining teammate in spending the night in a safety center were it not for the manhole cover that had come flying in from who knew where to jam the door shut just after Yasmine had stepped inside. And then the monster that had come out of nowhere and dragged her three blocks, skirt hooked on its tusk, before she could get free. Only tripping on a drainage grate saved her from its second attempt to gore her, the monster overshooting and impaling itself on a signpost in a rare appearance of her usual luck. The relief quickly dampened by realizing she’d broken her nose in the fall.
She’d barely gotten a chance to catch her breath before another monster swooped down from above. And then a whole pack turned the corner into her. And running from them only brought her into the path of yet more.
After close to two hours leading a varied collection of monsters on a chase around the city, trading injuries for narrowly escaping death, Lucky Chance hobbled to the side of an apartment building and screamed her pent up rage to the heavens.
It was the kind of thing that shouldn’t happen, a series of events whose combined probability should have been effectively impossible, but it had.
Six hours ago the landlord had injured himself DIYing a rooftop planter and called it quits early, leaving a pile of bricks out. Three hours ago the excitable dog of one of the tenants had knocked the pile over, leaving several precipitously close to the edge. An hour ago another magical girl had gotten into a rooftop scuffle across the street, a stray blast stripping the barrier that held those bricks in place, shattering two, but leaving the final brick oh so precariously balanced. 20 minutes ago a pigeon, disturbed from its slumber by a boar monster thundering by with a magical girl unwillingly in tow had decided to settle on that very brick. Now, Lucky Chance’s anguished scream spooked the bird once again and it taking flight was the final straw.
Six pounds of fired clay. Five stories. One skull.
She never stood a chance.