gets stabbed

He heard a dull sound before he felt anything.
“Gah?”
A merciless blow had hit him in the right side. What was that stabbing into him there? It
was not a drill or an icepick. It was skinnier than a pen, but it was in fact a knife. It may
have been designed for slipping through the gaps in an armored jacket to hit someone in
the vitals.
But more than that, there was the person holding it.
The person who had snuck up close enough to feel the heat of their breaths was not an
ancient ninja or an assassin squad that used electronic camouflage to blend into the
background. This person had been in plain view from the beginning. They had been there,
but he had overlooked them.
It was the part-timer girl.
The miniskirt Santa carrying a sign for a cake shop.
“Damn…you!?”
“No hard feelings, okay? I don’t have anything against you; this is only a job. If I screw
this up, I’ll never hear the end of it from the higher ups.”
Her long blonde hair swayed as she whispered emotionlessly even in this situation.
During Halloween or Christmastime, extreme costumes were the best way of hiding one’s
identity. Being the most conspicuous person prevented anyone from remembering much
about you. You could be attacked head on yet only be able to remember that it was
someone in red clothes and a miniskirt that did so.
(She wasn’t watching us from a distance.)
Something reflected the sunlight in the December sky.
It was an airship.
Those were seen all over Academy City and it had large screen on its belly. And the thick
protective glass covering the screen reflected the light. But he never would have noticed
that large mirror by viewing his map app.
There had been another point from which someone could view the entire area using
reflected and refracted light.
(She was here the whole time waiting for us to emerge!?)
“Last Order!!”
He gathered the last of his strength and shoved the small girl as far away as he could
manage.
But…
“Useless.”
A crack ran down the road, but not in a straight line; it snaked along and clearly divided
the Santa assassin and Last Order from Kamijou.
The ground rose up as if abducting the small girl and carrying her into the sky.
But Kamijou did not have time to just watch. Dirt fell down like a scattershot blast,
sending him spiraling through the air.
He still had the knife in his side.
If he slammed into the ground now, he would not survive this. The shock would cause the
knife to shred his insides.
Then it would all be over.
The pursuit would end and no one would know who had taken Last Order.
“Damn it!?”
There was nothing he could do.
Once his feet left the ground, he had already lost all right to control his movements.
The object sticking into his body was already gouging into his soul before he even hit the
ground.
Once he did hit, the impact would sever through it all.

- Genesis Testament Volume 1 Chapter 2 Part 4