Author Notes:

Heh, I had fun writing this. I don't really know what else to say about it. Guess I'll start with intros. Hello, I'm The Uncreative and this is my first crack at a Madoka Magica story. Sssssssort of. There was the Familiar of Zero crossover one-shot but this one isn't a crossover. The idea for this story came sometime after that one. I like Madoka Magica, it's probably my favorite anime ever, so I started tossing around ideas for a story set in the universe because I really wanted to write something for it.

What we got was a magical girl with amnesia.

Wait! Don't leave yet, there's more to the story! I acknowledge that amnesia isn't the most original idea out there. I also acknowledge that my pen name up there pretty accurately sums me up, so I don't know what you, me, or anyone expected. Obviously there's going to be far more going on then her simply trying to find out who she really is. Hell, there's like three different characters that we haven't even gotten around to introducing yet. We're going places beyond just memory loss, you have to trust me on that one.

But let's not discuss people and plot points that haven't shown up yet, maybe a brief word on the two we are familiar with. First up is Scarlet and yes, her appearance (and name, sort of) is totally based on Flandre Scarlet from Touhou. Not so much her personality, but her appearance is very much taken from there. The vampiric biting of the neck that happened this chapter was just sort of thrown in as a result. I thought it sounded cool. Of course it wound up being slightly more zombie cannibal instead of graceful vampire but we all start off from somewhere. As for Ui Inugami... I don't know. I got the name "Ui" from K-On, of all things, and her magical girl outfit just sort of happened. I dunno. Both character's wish and magical ability will come later, so we'll talk about them then.

Oh, and I'm not apologizing for the giant block of text that's just one word repeated over and over. You should be able to figure out what inspired that little moment.

I'm sure there's more that I could say, but I think I've delayed the show long enough. Please enjoy the story!

Chapter 1: "Why Am I Not Dead?"

I was woken up by a few rays of sunshine shining through the cracks in the not entirely drawn curtains. I slowly sat up, rubbed my eyes and looked around, examining the room in detail.

"W..."

My throat is dry and I'm having trouble speaking.

"Why am I not dead?"

... What? Why am I asking that? Did something happen or... I get out of the bed on shaky legs. I nearly fall over, but catch on to a drawer before I fall to the ground. I raise my head slightly and make eye contact with someone. Looks like a girl. Short, messy blonde hair, violently red eyes, young looking. I wait a few seconds for the other person to say something, but they just keep silent and stare at me. I reach out for them, and they do the same. My hand is stopped by the glass of the mirror. That's my reflection? I don't know her... No, that's me. So then...

"My name..."

I let the thought die on my tongue. Name. I have one, I have to.

"My name is... I don't know. I don't know. Why don't I know? Who am I? What's happening?!"

I start becoming more hysterical. What is this room? Who put me here? Who am I, why am I here? Why am I even alive? Think, think...

My panic is interrupted by a knock on the door. Who's that?

"Sweet pea, are you still asleep?" Sounds female, kind of old. Mid thirties. "Come on, rise and shine, breakfast is ready."

I don't know who that is. I don't know where this is. I have to get out of here. I... Do I? This could be a good place for me but...

The doorknob turns, the door opens and I make my decision. I rush for the door, blowing right by the other person. They get knocked to the side and right into the wall. I don't slow down and keep running. It looks like the room I was in was at the end of the hall so there's only one place for me to run. I sprint in that direction and find myself in a large foyer. ... Nice house. Focus, I have to get out of here. I spot a large set of double doors. The front door? I don't take any time to think about it and sprint right for it. I charge through it shoulder first and burst them open. I don't slow down for a second and just keep sprinting.

I don't know where I was sprinting or what I planned to do next. I don't know who I am, where I am, what I am. Huh? What I am? Why is that a question? I stumble briefly and put a hand to my head. A sudden pain makes me feel like my head is being split in half. My sprint slows to a crawl. Why is my head pounding? I can't even think, the pain renders me practically motionless.

"My... Head... Hurts..."

It also rendered me perfectly eloquent, that's good to note. I stumble forward a bit and place my hand against a building to catch my breath. As I stand there resting the headache starts to subside. ... That's a lie, it actually started getting worse. My head feels like it's going to explode. I notice a small light out of the corner of my eye and look. Looks like I'm resting at some kind of electronics shop. There's lots of TVs on display in the window. Since I'm not going anywhere, I decide to take advantage of the window and look at myself.

I don't learn much new information. Still a girl, still young looking (how old am I anyway? I look like I'm twelve or something), blonde hair and red eyes. I'm not dressed well for travel it seems. I'm wearing some kind of silk nightdress or something and that's it. Not even any shoes, I ran this entire way barefoot. Now my feet hurt as well as my head. It's good to see my situation has improved, if only slightly. Two things caught my eye. One was my necklace. It was simple, but kind of ornate. Kind of fancy now that I look at it. Second was the ring on my left hand. Does that mean anything? I don't... I don't know.

... No, none of that's right. That's not right at all.

I close my eyes, shake my head and look at my reflection again. Red. Lots of red. I'm wearing a red dress with short black sleeves and a short, black skirt that stopped mid thigh. I had a small hat on and my hair was tied in a ponytail on the left side of my head. I even had white boots with some red accents on. Two things caught my attention. First was the necklace, it was still there. That's good.

Second, was the wings.

"What the heck?"

I mean, they weren't wings in the technical sense, they looked more like branches growing out of my back. Each wing had a set of four crystals hanging off of them. One red, one blue, one green, one yellow. I feel like they should be pretty heavy but they might as well not be there at all. That might be why I didn't notice them.

No, that's still not right. I'm not suppose to be h...

My headache flares back up. Okay, no more thinking. Have to keep moving. Keep... Just start walking.

I start slinking down the sidewalk. The entire time my vision starts to tint itself red. It hurts to move, it hurts to breathe, it hurts to do anything. I want to just curl up on the floor and die. I want everything to just stop.

Eh? Did I just hear something? I think so. I try to shut out the pain and head towards the noise I just heard. I start walking and come across an old decrepit alleyway. I look down it and see a young girl, older then me by a year or two probably, with her back to the wall and two men in front of her. What's going on? Are they talking? What would they need to be in an alleyway to talk about?

"Wait," the girl says. "Are you two robbing me?"

"It took you that long to figure it out?!" One guy says. "Whatever, just give us whatever you have."

The girl giggles.

"That's cute, thinking you can give me orders like that."

"We're not the ones with our backs to the wall," the other guy says.

"I mean, not yet," the girl says. "Trust me, you really don't want to do this. It wouldn't end well for you."

"Cocky little girl, aren't you?" One guy says.

"What the heck is going on here?"

The three people in the alleyway turn their heads and see me, a girl with a horrible headache who can barely walk or see straight with no idea who she is or what she's doing. What am I doing? I don't know this girl. Not at the moment anyway. Even if I did know her before I might as well not so what am I doing trying to help her out?

"... Cute outfit," the girl says, sizing me up.

"Who's this cosplay chick supposed to be?" The other guy asks.

"Move along girly, nothing to see here," the one guy says. "If you leave now we'll even pretend you were never here."

"No," I tell them. My headache is throbbing even worse then before so that's all I can get out. A sudden burst of pain forces me to lean against the wall for support. This makes the two thugs start laughing.

"So you can barely stand and you think you're in any place to confront us?" Thug 2 asks.

"Careful, she could mess you up," the girls says.

"What, you know her?" Thug 1 asks her.

"No, I can just tell that she's like me," the girl says. "That is, either of us could take you two in a fight no matter our condition. We're kind of badass that way, you know?"

"Shut up already," Thug 2 says, pulling a small handgun out of his jacket and pointing it at the girls head. "Stay right there as my friend takes care of yours."

I want to reply that I'm not her friend, but I'm using everything I have just to stay awake. Thug number one breaks off of the group and starts walking towards me. He stops just in front of me and smiles.

"So what are you going to do?" He asks. "If you wanted us to stop what we were doing, what were you going to do?"

"D... Don't know," I tell him. "Figure something out."

"Oh. Is that so?" He asks. He kicks me in the stomach and I go down. The blow didn't hurt, I think, but I feel ready to collapse at any moment, regardless of anyone else's actions at this point. His faces adopts an ugly sneer as he grabs my wrist and pulls me up. "All out of energy? Nothing left to say or do? Then why'd you even come here if you couldn't do anything?"

I spit in his face.

"I don't quite know myself, but that was the highlight of my day so I think it was worth it," I tell him.

Thug 1 did not like that very much, as I'm sure you can imagine. He backhands me right across the face with his free hand, knees me in the stomach, then punches me square in the nose. I don't say or do anything in response.

"Oh, you a big girl now?" He asks. "Pain doesn't mean anything to you now, does it?"

... I think I should react. Or show some kind of emotion. ... Nope, can't find it in me to care whatsoever. I'm far too mentally compromised for the pain to register.

"She's just trying to piss you off, don't let it get to you," Thug 2 says. "That outfit's pretty fancy, so she's bound to have something worthwhile on her. Just take it and let's get out of here."

"Right," the first thug growls. Still holding me by my wrist he starts patting me down with his free hand, looking for anything worthwhile. He stops when he notices something.

"Well, well," he says. "Fancy necklace. Boyfriend give it to you?"

I don't... I don't know. I don't know, but I don't want him to have it. I don't want anyone to have it, it's mineminemineminemine. He reaches for the necklace and grabs it.

"I'll be tak-"

"D..."

"D?"

I grab his wrist with my free arm and squeeze.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH IT WITH YOUR FILTHY HANDS!"

I apply pressure until there's a sick popping sound and blood sprays everywhere. He screams in pain and lets go of me, taking a few steps back. He looks at his arm, then down on the ground where his now severed hand rests.

"Oh, you're so boned right now," the girl says.

Thug 1 pulls out a small knife with his remaining hand and drives it into my gut. I take a step back and glare directly at him as I pull the knife out and toss it aside. I raise my hand and find myself suddenly holding a large spear. It was completely black from point to end and easily a few feet taller then I was. I throw it and the spear pierces his left thigh then continues until it buries itself into the ground with the thug screaming in pain the entire time. I start walking towards the now immobile thug.

"Wa-wait, we can work something out!" Thug 1 begs as he struggles with the spear that's keeping him from moving. "I can get you anything you'd like! Anything!"

"How useless," I mutter. I step forward, right in front of the man. I put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his head. I tilt his head to the side and dig in, biting into the man's neck. He starts screaming in fear and begging me to stop but I ignore him and continue my feast.

"W... What the fuck?" Thug 2 asks in disbelief and fear.

"Holy shit," the girl says, also in complete shock.

My feast continues for another few seconds before I pull myself away from the thug. His body is limp and falls over quite readily. I remove my spear from his leg which allows him to fully hit the floor. I let go and the spear vanishes into thin air. I lick my lips and taste blood. I turn towards the last thug and the girl. The thug points his gun at me.

"Don't move!" He says, his hands shaking. "I'll shoot you, you crazy bitch! I will!"

I start walking towards him. He doesn't fire. I walk closer and closer and he still doesn't fire. What's that matter? Too scared to even try and defend yourself? What a useless prey.

"Wh-why aren't you dead damn it!" He screams. "I've emptied the entire goddamn clip into you, stay down you monster!"

"You haven't fired a single bullet!" the girl points out.

"I've shot her at least seven times, what the hell is wrong with you?!" He exclaims in a frenzy.

Finally he pulls the trigger. There's a loud bang as the bullet flies towards me and hits me square in the forehead. I take a single step back... Only to step forward once again. Blood is running down my head from the bullet so I lick off what comes near my mouth and smile.

"You really thought that would work?" I ask him. "You hadn't already figured out that anything you do is completely useless?"

He unloads once again. One bullet hits my shoulder, one my stomach, one in my leg. I keep smiling and walking forward.

"Useless, useless, useless!"

I run forward and grab him by the throat. He points the gun right up against my temple and pulls the trigger three times. I smack the gun away, sending it skittering down the alleyway.

"Useless!" I taunt him.

I spin around and slam him into the nearby wall hard enough that he leaves an indentation. I take a second to look him in the eye and I see fear. I smile, let go and punch him in the face, then in the stomach. I punch him again and again, each blow coming in quicker and harder.

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I finally start slowing down and look at the remains. It's hard to imagine that this chunk of meat used to be human. It's been beaten to hell and back and is completely unrecognizable. His face has been caved in, his ribs are piercing his lungs and heart, his stomach and intestines are liquified. The brutalized mass of flesh slowly slides towards the ground where it finds it's final resting spot.

"You... You killed them," the girl observes. "You didn't have to kill them. I wasn't going to kill them, just rough them up a bit, scare them off. You totally..."

The rush of... Adrenaline? Something, but whatever it was it finally wears off and I see just what it is I did. Oh... Oh god... I look at the mass of flesh leaning against the wall, then towards the man lying in the alleyway with the pierced thigh and chunk of flesh bitten out of his neck. I... I did that. I just killed these two people and I... I feel sick.

I fall to my knees and start vomiting. I expel all the contents of my stomach. Seeing all the blood and partly digested flesh floating among the bile simply makes me vomit even more.

"W-whoa!" The girls rushes over and kneels right next to me. She puts a hand on my shoulder and tries to comfort me. "Hey, you okay?"

"I killed two people I never knew, nearly resorting to cannibalism for one," I tell her. "I don't know what came over me. What the hell is wrong with me?"

"Oh, that wasn't intentional?" She asks. "Whew! That makes me feel better. I thought you were a complete psycho! What with the smirking, and the vampirism and violence and all that. Good to know it was just an out-of-character moment. Guess I'll make a note not to piss you off."

"I just killed two people!" I exclaim. "Emote a little more!"

"It was horrifying, Not going to argue that," the girl says, "but they were kind of assholes anyway. I was more worried that you were waaaay worse then them. Out of the frying pan and into the fire and all that. Besides, it's not like it's the first time I've seen anyone die. Here, need any help getting up?"

I shake my head and stand up, only to stumble and fall. The girl catches me and allows me to lean on her shoulder. I use this moment of personal invasion to actually look at her. She was about a year older then me, like I said earlier. She had shoulder-length brown hair and matching eyes. Her hair actually stood up in two places, making it look like she had dog ears or something. She wasn't wearing anything fancy, just normal run of the mill clothes. Skirt, shirt, unzipped jacket. I'd call her cute, I think she's deserving of that.

"Come on, I'll help you out a bit," she says. "Let's just get out of here."

"What about those two?" I ask.

"Ah, Tweedle Dead and Tweedle Deceased will be fine without us," she says, dismissing the corpses. "Besides, it's best we get away from the crime scene right away. I don't want to be questioned for a double murder. Before we head out though, looks like your healed up mostly so that's good, so why don't you go ahead and detransform?"

"De-what now?"

"You're a magical girl, right?" She asks. "Just detransform so you don't stick out like a sore thumb."

"The heck's a magical girl?" I ask.

"Don't ask me!" She exclaims. "You're clearly one! There's your outfit, your inhuman strength, I can even sense your soul gem and everything!"

"Who's Sol Jim?" I ask. "Friend of yours?"

The girl's eye twitches in anger. Sorry, I'm not exactly privy to a lot of things that I really should be.

"Oh, whatever," she says. "Just calm down and think zen like thoughts. Think you can handle that?"

I remain skeptical, but try calming down. I close my eyes, take a few deeps breaths and focus on calming thoughts like... Calm... Things. I don't know what calms me down. Let's just breathe. Eventually I think it works because a breeze flows by and I feel every bit of it. I open my eyes, look down and see that I'm just wearing the nightdress again.

"In a hurry?" The girl asks with a smile. "Just couldn't wait to go out and save the day so you forget to make yourself decent?"

I start thinking as she starts leading me out of the alleyway and up the street. Well, I think the room I woke up in might have had some spare clothes, but I was too busy freaking out to even think of trying them on.

"Ah! Holy shit!"

"What now?" I ask.

"That huge ass scar, that's what!" She exclaims. "It's huge and runs right down your back. How'd you get that? Magical girls can heal so it shouldn't leave a scar I'd imagine."

I try my best to look over over my shoulder and at my back. Predictably, I fail. Guess I'll take her word for it and check it out in a mirror or something later.

"I'll let you know how I got it when I can figure out anything else about myself, sound good?"

"Eh? You don't know?" She asks. "Amnesia or something?"

"Is that what it's called when you suddenly forget who you are, why you're where you and and basically can't remember anything?"

She nods.

"Yeah, that's me then."

"Damn," she says. "I'm sorry to hear that. That explains a bit. Um... Oh! I haven't given you my name! I'm Ui Inugami. Pleasure to meet you... Huh. Right, you don't have a name. ... Got it! I'll call you Scarlet!"

"Why Scarlet?" I ask her.

"I mean, your eyes are scarlet red, your magical girl outfit is mostly red, there was a lot of red around when I met yo- er, forget that last one. It just sounds right, doesn't it?" Inugami asks.

"Not like I can turn it down at the moment," I tell her. "A pleasure to meet you Inugami. Please take care of me."

"Hey, you didn't forget your manners!" Inugami says with a bright smile. "Okay, so where do you want to go? Do you remember having anywhere to stay?"

"Well, I woke up in a pretty fancy house," I tell her. "It was comfy and well furnished. I didn't stick around though. I didn't know what was going on so I fled as soon as possible."

"It was empty I take it?" Inugami asks.

"No, someone actually came to see if I was awake yet," I tell her. "Older lady, I think. I didn't get a good look at her, I was too busy using the opportunity to run right by and escape. Shame, apparently breakfast was ready."

"W-wait. You wake up in an unfamiliar environment that's extremely comfortable and nice looking, some kind, old woman comes by to check on you and tell you breakfast is ready and your first instinct is to leave as quickly as possible?" Inugami asks.

"I didn't know if I was there against my will or not," I tell her. "It was instinct."

"You idiot! That was probably your house and the lady was your mom coming to wake you up!" Inugami yells at me.

"Is that so? Was that a possibility?" I ask.

"You stupid- forget it," she drops the topic. "Do you remember the direction you came from?"

"I think so," I say with a nod.

"Point the way, Scarlet."

With me giving directions me and Inugami eventually reach a big fancy house. I think I came from here. Looks fancy enough.

"... You're sure?" she asks as I get off of her and limp towards the door.

"I remember the direction," I tell her. "Might as well see."

Inugami steps forward and rings the doorbell, setting off a bunch of grand chimes. Fancy place. It takes a few seconds but eventually the door opens up and I see a panicked, blonde, older woman standing in the doorway.

"Sorry, I'm far too busy trying to find my kid how can I-"

The woman's eyes widen when she sees me. She drops to her knees and embraces me tightly.

"Sweet pea, where did you go?!" She asks. "I've been worried sick! Your father is out there looking for you right now. What happened? You just ran off! Is everything all right?"

"Everything's alright ma'am," Inugami says.

The woman... My mother, I guess, breaks off the embrace and looks at Inugami.

"Who might you be?" She asks, sounding slightly suspicious.

"My name is Ui Inugami. I found your daughter out in the city," Inugami explains. "From what I could gather from her, she's apparently suffering a horrible case of amnesia and can't remember anything, not even her own name."

"I can vouch for that," I say. "Inugami was nice enough to help me back here."

"Amnesia?" My mother plays with the word. "... Sweet pea, look at me. Do you really not recognize me?"

I look her directly in the eyes. I try to find something, some spark of recognition, but I can't get anything. The woman in front of me might as well be a stranger. I open my mouth, but my mother raises her hand.

"Don't say anything," she says. "I can already see it in your eyes. This is... Amnesia. Sweetie, go back up to your room. You remember which one it is, right? The one you burst out of this morning when you knocked me into the wall?"

"A-ah, right. Um... Sorry... About that," I tell her, suddenly finding an interest in my lack of shoes.

"It's alright, you didn't... You didn't know what you were doing," she says. "Just go up to your room and wait for your father to come home. I'll call him right now."

I nod and take a step forward before my mother stops me.

"Would you like to bring your friend with you?" She asks.

"E-eh? Me?" Inugami asks. "I'm flattered, truly, but... Why?"

"Considering my daughter's current... Condition, I'd like it if there was at least something she recognized with her. She's not likely to recognize any of her belongings or her father when he arrives. She knows you now though, so... Just keep her company, okay?"

"Um... I'm not sure if... Well, I don't think Scarlet would want me around any longer then I need to so-"

"Come along doggy," I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside.

"D-doggy?!"

I pull her through the house, eventually reaching the semi familiar hallway with the semi-familiar door at the end of it. I walk in and close the door behind me before going and sitting on... I guess it's my bed. Inugami slowly and stiffly walks over and sits next to me.

"U-um... I'm flattered that you think highly enough of me to bring me to your room but... Uh..."

"What's with that way of talking?" I ask. "I just had a few questions I didn't get a chance to ask you about."

"R-right," Inugami immediately slacks, apparently relieved from some unseen pressure. She stands up and walks to the middle of my room and turns to face me. She strikes a fancy pose that involves holding her hand in front of her face, fingers spread, palm facing her.

*clap clap clap*

"Don't clap!" She says. She gestures towards a ring sitting on one of her fingers. "The ring! The ring is what you wanted to ask about, right?"

"Why would I ask about the ring?"

"You have one too, don't you? It's your mark as a magical girl."

I look at my left hand and note the ring on my hand and how similar it is to hers. I put my right hand to my cheek and start at the ring.

"Ah, to be so young and already engaged," I say. "I'm sorry I forget about our marriage plans Ui."

"I-It's Inugami!" She yells at me. "And they're not engagement rings! Look."

With a hand flourish the ring disappears and suddenly she's holding a jewel egg of some sort in her hand.

"This is a soul gem. It's our mark as magical girls. It lets us transform, use magic and beat things up to save the world. Look."

There's a bright brownish light and suddenly Inugami is wearing a completely different outfit. Up top all she had was a single brown band wrapped around her chest which left her shoulders, arms and midriff horribly exposed. Down below was a bit more modest, a cute pair of pants and buckle shoes. She had some furry bracelets around her wrists and ankles, but that didn't hold my attention for very long. What got me was the shiny gem on top of her belly button. Some interesting fashion choices on display here.

"Understand?" Inugami asks. "Magical girl. Transformations, fancy outfits, magical powers, see what I'm talking about?"

"Not so much what you're talking about, but what I did was see some interesting stuff while you were between outfits."

Inugami immediately covers her chest with one hand and her lower parts with the other.

"I-it's not my fault the transformation works that way! Whatever. Look, you're a magical girl, right? That means you have a soul gem and everything. You already transformed, remember?"

Sort of. I remember the outfit I had and how modest it seems compared to Inugami's. I move my hand similar to what she did earlier and find a similar looking gem in my hand. Unlike Inugami's whose gem had brown glass, mine was completely clear, nothing in it. Neat.

"Then, what exactly is it?" I ask.

"Allow me to answer that question."

I look towards the new voice and see a rabbit/cat hybrid thing.

"Oh, good to see you Kyubey," Inugami says.

"And Kyubey is..." I trail off to let someone finish for me.

"I'm the one you make a contract with if you wish to become a magical girl," the thing says. "As such, I imagine you have quite a few questions for me right now."

I nod my head.

"Very well. Feel free to ask anything."

"Who am I? What am I? What happened to my memory? What is this Magical Girl business and how am I involved in it? Why am I so protective of this necklace that I'm willing to kill people to keep it?" These and many other questions ate at my mind. I don't know if Inugami or Kyubey can help me answer any of these, but I figure these two are a better option then nothing. Thus was the beginning of my bizarre adventures as a magical girl.