The Untold Story of Eagle a True Deadman

His arms were dislocated as they threw him into the armored truck. Next stop, Deadman Wonderland. Morgan's hands were in handcuffs even though the bailiff's had dislocated his shoulders on purpose. Morgan Tora convicted of the countless murders of the Vatican. They finally caught him in Japan were he was convicted. He didn't know why this happened. A vacation from America to Japan when that cursed red vortex was around turned out to be a bad idea after all. This was all wrong. What was that man in red doing at the holiest place on earth? Morgan didn't believe it when he heard the boy Ganta Igarashi said that this "Red Man" had ripped his class mates to shreds. But it now was apparent; Hell was a true vision in his eyes. The stories about this hell hole were all but fantasy when he first heard them but now it was reality. Something about this "Red Man" seemed off. Morgan was sure that the "man" in question was actually a woman. He fought this demon with his powers of destruction, even all of it wasn't enough. He ended up passing out from blood loss after the battle. Every one of the cardinals and every other person there were torn apart. It was a true bloodbath. Every bit of flesh was torn to bits. Not even the master forensic teams were able to pinpoint how many victims the battle had. Several of those "masters" were scarred for life afterwards. They lined up outside the cells as they got there. One of the warden's helpers snapped Morgan's arms back into place. The director took Morgan away until they were standing in front of a gigantic door marked "G". They placed him in his own room with three pieces of candy. The collar on his neck wasn't an issue for him. Tamaki walked into the room and put his hands on Morgan's shoulders and said,

"Hey there killer. You are now going to be our main attraction with a new name. Hmmmmm you are American, so you will be Eagle. Cliché I know, but so what."

He responded by spitting on his shoe then saying,

"Fine then. I'll kill whatever you throw at me. When is the first battle? I know what this is. Carnival Corpse."

"Ah, you flatter me. Now we will get you all situated. You will be fighting Blue Jay tomorrow. Now get some rest."

Morgan walked towards his room but was interrupted by a girl in a yellow dress. Her short brown hair was strange. She asked him,

"Who are you?"

"I am Eagle. But my real name is Morgan. You are?"

"Oh I am Humming bird, but my real name is Minatsuke."

She obviously had pulled her dress forward so her cleavage was exposed. He leaned in close to her face,

"So, why do you flaunt yourself in that way? Are you trying to earn my trust before we fight or what? You use your mature body well."

She scoffed at how right he was,

"Oh, you caught me."

"Thought so. Well I already knew that you were my opponent in a few days."

She pulled him by his collar. He lightly cut his palm expecting her to try to kill him. Instead she locked her lips onto his. She forced her tongue into his mouth and flicked it around a bit. She pulled away and said,

"Think about that for the next few days."

He stood for a few seconds while she strutted away. It was unusual but for some reason he enjoyed the unexpected kiss given to him by the strange girl. He went into his room and collapsed onto his bed. This stressful day was heaven compared to what was to come. His hand was still bleeding a bit. He wore a type of sharp metal claw on his middle finger so he could make himself bleed. He cut his hand pretty deep this time, even though he tried to only lightly cut it. It didn't need stitches but it wouldn't stop bleeding. He furrowed his brow and his blood started to move. Morgan closed his eyes and the blood extended into claws about six inches long. He clinked the claws together and then he jumped up and started air boxing while swinging the claws at a rapid speed. He swung his claws and then decided to go to the gym. He found the training dummies and broke one by cutting it down the middle. There was one man lifting weights that stopped as soon as Morgan started shredding them apart. The man wore an eye patch around his spiky hair. He walked behind the frenzied Morgan. Without missing a beat he turned and put a claw in front of his one eye. The man smiled then said,

"Nice form kid. But you seem a bit pissed off. Do you even know how to transform your power into supersonic speed?"

"Supersonic speed? What do you mean?"

"Like this!"

He pulled on the back of his hand and an earsplitting crack ripped out as the blood formed the blade. He laughed and said,

"Invisible Black. Beautiful isn't it?"

"Sure. Who the hell are you?"

"I am Crow, but my friends call me Senji. I heard you are the new guy. Eagle was it?"

"Yes. But my real name is Morgan. I'm from America. I was visiting the area when the red vortex swallowed that chunk of Tokyo. By the way, why would you show me that secret weapon of yours?"

"I don't want any surprises when I fight you. If you are off guard when we fight it wouldn't be fair. Now I'm going to teach you. Like how I taught Ganta himself."

"Good. I don't really know how fight with my power just yet. But I fashioned something to help me bleed."

Morgan held out the claws on his middle fingers. It was his little way of showing off. Crow clicked his thumb blades and showed them to Morgan. Crow then shouted,

"Alright we aren't going to push you too much today. But this is going to be intense."

They both went into a fighting stance and started sparing. There was no blood any more. That is what Crow meant by 'not pushing it' but it was at least two in the morning before they stopped. They shook hands and parted ways. He passed by Ganta's room with his bag of supplies. He saw a white haired girl stroll next to him. She looked at him with her blood red eyes. Morgan blinked a few times before saying,

"Um, hello? Who are you?"

She tilted her head to the side and said,

"Hi. Are you here to see Ganta or me?"

"Ganta? Sorry don't know the guy. So what is a girl like you doing around here?"

"I'm looking for some yummy pudding for Ganta and me. Do you want to help me Morgan?"

"Oh. But why do you know my name. Nevermind, here. I don't really need it."

He handed her a cup of pudding that he had in his back pack that the prison had given him. She smiled and held out her hand. He put the cup in her hand and grazed his finger on her glove. She took it, but coldness ran through Morgan's body. She said,

"Thank you so much. I'm sure Ganta will like to share."

She slipped into Ganta's room. After she was out of sight he collapsed onto the ground. He eyes were wide. A horrible terror ran through his mind. She was familiar, too familiar. He scrambled to his room. His first day was already Hell. It would just get worse. His next day would be his first, Carnival Corpse. His bones ached as he cried himself to sleep.