E.H.:
Welcome! A new story I had on my mind and needed to get out. This is sort of a side project next to my current project. However, I intend to try and update both on the same days if not a day apart. So chances are…I'll update a few times a week to every two weeks. Let me know what you think of this! I know this is a little short, but consider this more of a prologue than a first chapter.
Onwards we go!
"Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure
And I know there'll be no more tears in Heaven"
Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton
Goodbye
"Damn it! He's gettin' away!" The young man with black, gelled hair yelled to his three companions as they rushed through the forest surrounding them. The tallest of the four, the orange haired twenty-something, faltered for a moment.
"Get outta the way!"
The other three dodged a series of energy bombs that exploded around them. Dust, dirt, moss, and wood debris flew around in a thick cloud. Coughing and loud expletives were heard from within the mass.
"Is everyone okay?!"
"Hn. Of course." The shortest for the four was standing on a log farther back with a highly perturbed set to his face. The other teen moved forward; his fire-red hair following his movements.
"Naturally."
"Where the hell is this bastard?!"
"Uh…guys! Watch out!" The orange-haired man yelled as the demon erupted from the undergrowth with a huge energy blast.
"SHIT!"
All four men flew through the air from the impact of the large energy bomb. They each hit the earthen floor roughly, gouging long rifts into the ground. They slid to a stop, hardly moving. The appointed leader of the group sat up with tremendous effort, spitting out blood. He glanced at his companions and faltered on the orange-topped one. His eyes widened as horror hit him hard in the chest. His hand, in the movement of wiping his lips, faltered.
"N-NO!" He went to move, only to find his right leg wouldn't move. Looking down, he fought the swell of nausea as his lower bone was sticking out of a bloody wound. Pain registered finally past the shock and adrenaline. A scream erupted from his chest cavity. He grabbed at the leg and shook violently as he stared at his wound. His eyes snapped back to his friend. As he met dark-brown, almost black eyes…he saw the look of fear in his best friend's eyes. His eyes found what made him so scared in the first place again. Buried deep into the chest cavity of his orange-haired friend, was a branch. Blood coated the entire length of the foliage while the other man coughed up blood violently.
"T-tell…sis…I-I'm sorry…and Yu—" He didn't get to finish before his eyes deadened and a shuddering breath fell from the other man's lips.
"NOOOO!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk…is this really all you can do? One of Spirit World's finest…and all you can do is scream, piss, moan, and cry over your friend's death? Pathetic, don't you think?"
Brown eyes snapped to the demon that'd been attacking them. He felt a snarl on his lips. "Shut…SHUT THE HELL UP!"
"No. I don't think I will." The demon's face contorted into a mask of sadistic glee before he stomped down on the man's broken bone. A mangled scream tore loose from the man's throat as he shot backwards in a futile subconscious attempt to distance himself from the demon. The demon cackled maniacally before holding both hands out. Energy glowed in both hands as he looked down at the man beneath. "I wonder, detective, how will you do if you happen to lose ALL your friends today?"
"D-Don't you…FUCKIN' DARE!"
"Too late." The demon replied nonchalantly, letting the energy loose with a roar. The other two, just recovering from the first attack were shocked as the second wave hit them dead on.
The red-head flew into a large rock. All the dark-haired detective could see of his friend from behind the orb of light was blood and mangled limbs. Cracking bones and tearing flesh filled the air. The man turned away, not wanting to see the horror full on as the orb faded. With dying hope, he turned to see his last friend…the one he'd thought would at least survive this standing a few yards off. He was still, glaring at the demon with his sword clutched in his hands. Blood dripped from the end of the sword with a wet plopping sound. The man felt a small rise of hope before the smaller man choked on a wet cough. Blood fell from his lips before the man watched in horror as his last friend split into many pieces.
"No…n-no…NO! GODDAMNIT! NO!"
"Hm. Pity. He almost managed it. However, slicing the orb of destruction into little pieces only made it into blade-like projectiles. Not too unlike his sword. Now, detective…it's your turn."
The demon turned and moved so fast the man had no time to think as he buried his hand within his chest. The demon laughed as he yanked his hand free from the man's chest, bringing out his still beating heart. Pain flooded over the detective before he slowly felt his body fail. The agony before the black was something so horrific that by the time death stole him away…he was happy for the end.
…..
Koenma sat at his desk, dealing with paperwork when he suddenly stopped. His head snapped up as dread dripped down his back. He hopped up from his desk and fled the room, transforming into his teen-body. He high-tailed it for the records department and past the security; he quickly reached the confidential files vault and opened it. Once inside, he quickly slammed the door shut. Lighting a torch, he walked to the back of the vault and to the other hidden doorway. Sliding it open, he made his way to the bottom of the long staircase. At the bottom, he faltered. If he looked, there was a chance that he'd be proven right and if that was the case…
"We're all doomed." He muttered to himself before sighing. He stepped up to the large, semi-aglow orb floating over a table. "I hope I'm wrong…Orb of Thothamun…show me what happened."
I know I'm evil. No need to reaffirm that notion. However, reviews telling me one way or another are much appreciated! See you next chapter!
Also! For reference! Thothamun is actually a smooshed version of two Egyptian God names. Thoth was the God of Wisdom and Amun the God of Creation.
Erika Hearken