Oh maaaann~! I re-read this story and I was so DISGUSTED with myself. I had tried to put detail to make the reader really feel what was going on but it was utter Fail! Hopefully, with this edited version, I have redeemed myself (at least a little bit). My goal is to write this story so well that even if the reader is not a fan of OCs or Jasdebi, they'll still enjoy my story. Anyway, this chapter has gore so those of you with weak stomaches- I WARNED YOU!

-MikoSasesko

Catch Me If You Can

Chapter One: Harlequin is My Name

He wished his legs could carry him faster. His small body was slick with sweat, dirt gathered on the soles of his bare feet as he ran down the streets filled with fallen bodies, ashes, pools of blood, and burning houses; some with people still in them. His breathing was haggard- he could barely breathe- but he knew he had to keep moving or he would die. The monsters were everywhere.

He couldn't stop the flow of tears that escaped from his eyes, he wasn't even aware that he was crying. He was running out of adrenaline and his exhaustion hit him full force, like a bullet train to a fly. All it took was the next misplaced step and the young boy collapsed, body trembling and shaking with the shock of a sudden halt in movement. He wailed and began to sob the loudest he had ever done.

His body was riddled with pain yet his mind was only on the family he once had. He could only think of his fathers's bleeding body at the door, of his mother who was killed before his eyes by one of those monsters. He was haunted by how some of them were people he knew, his neighbors even, and they suddenly shed their skin and became horrible.

"He looks tasty," a shill-voice called, a long tongue licking at thin lips.

"I want his heart!" Another giggled.

The boy was jerked back to reality and his sobs became louder. He didn't have the energy to curl into himself -it woudl've been a futile attempt to hide- but he did shut his eyes. He prayed between hiccups to be saved, that it all be a nightmare. His family wasn't dead. Everyone he knew couldn't really be something that scary. Then, the sound of several piercing cries resounded through the air for a few seconds before the only sounds left were his sobs and roaring of fire.

Tap, tap, tap, tap…

The boy peered through bleary vision and saw something coming his way. There were two bats gliding along the ground, toward him. Startled, his eyes flew wide but as they approached he realized they were actually maroon colored loafers with black ribbon and a bow on them, bat-wings protruding from the heels.

Tap, tap, tap, tap…

The boy saw lines of green and black rising from inside of the shoes, all the way up the thigh. Only a thin line of pale cream colored skin was visible, then he saw a layered dark maroon skirt with white frills at the bottom seam and black shorts underneath.

A skirt. His savior was a young woman. The boy coughed -both from the smoke and his attempts at stopping his tears- before slowly turning to his side, trying to ignore the pain of his aching muscles and wiped his eyes and nose on his grubby wrist.

Tap, tap…

The girl finally stood before the boy and he looked up to view the rest of her.

He wanted to see her face.

He wanted to see who had saved him.

He gave a sharp gasp that soon stung his throat. The fire all around them gave her an almost eerie glow. Her face was smooth and delicate, her eyes a clear amethyst and sharp. Her hair was an inky black; but the fire gave some of it a muted brown tint. Wisps of it flowed around her head –longer tendrils in the front brushed against her neck and shoulders while the back only reached the base of her neck and the shell of her ears. In the left of her thin eyebrow, she had two silver ring piercings and a black one that was a bar with small spheres on each end; all three of them shone with a metallic hue, reflecting the flames licking all around them.

His lungs heaved and the boy willingly gave in to the harsh coughs that left his throat. The girl's eyes shone with sympathy as she looked upon him and she knelt in front of him.

"Poor boy. You poor, poor boy."

Her voice was like the most beautiful music he ever heard, fit for angels. She reached down to stroke the boy's face. It reminded him of his fallen mother. Her touch caused him to remember all at once of everything he had lost. He was alone now; all alone. Tears stung at his eyes and he felt the strain of his face as he tried with all of his remaining strength to keep from crying again. Then, she pulled him to her.

"There, there. I'm here."

Her embrace was as soothing as her voice. The boy was happy.

So, so very happy.

He shed a few tears and he thought he might just burst out crying, but instead he felt tired. Exhausted. He wanted to sleep.

Then, he started to feel warm.

The girl tightened her grip on him.

He didn't feel the intense heat of his burning village around him; he couldn't smell the blood anymore, but he was getting hot. The boy began to squirm and felt the girl tightened her grip even more.

He couldn't move.

"Hot," he whined. "It's hot."

The girl watched the boy begin to struggle against her. Dark star shapes were spreading all over his body and beginning to join together. Her lip twitched and began to slither into something sinister. Her heart began to pick up speed, beating rapidly and she felt the rush of her excited blood racing through her veins; she loved it.

Then, the boy began to scream. It was so horribly shrill, filled with so much pain, yet it only served to thrill her.

"Stop! Stop it! Someone help!"

Now he knew that he wasn't safe with her but it was too late. He was already changing. The girl could no longer contain the amount of pleasure the boy's suffering brought her. A wide grin split across her face; she was consumed with so much joy and her body was wracked with delight, she couldn't contain her laughter.

She enjoyed the feeling of the boy's body as it began to change. She could hear and feel his bones popping from pressure and his blood running to the ground, collecting around them. His earsplitting cries were abruptly put to a stop as the upper half of his body split in two and a creature emerged from his waist.

Her wristbands with frills made to match her skirt, her pale green button down shirt, her uneven frilled shirt sleeves, the black bow in the middle of her rectangle shaped collar, her striped socks, her skirt, her arms, her neck, her face- all of it was heavily splattered with the boy's blood.

The girl released the body and stood, her arms spread wide in the air as if presenting a grand prize. The gleeful grin never left her face as she settled her laughter for a moment.

"Welcome, welcome Akuma-chan!"

The Akuma bowed its large grotesque head, lumpy with flesh, and closed the one eye it still had.

"Hello, Noah-sama."

The girl began laughing again, truly relishing the moment, until she was left breathless.

-MikoSasesko: Don't worry, the whole story won't be gory like this...