Soul Calibur: Chronegade

Chronigade: The combination of the words Chronologic and Renegade. A rite of passage and a passage through time to avenge what has been wronged.

Six people from the current year of 2007 are whisked into the old world, to fulfill what is called their 'destiny'. Under the tutelage of the experienced warriors of this time, they must fight the ultimate—and what may be the final—battle of the swords.

Pairings:

Nightmare/Tira/OC

Zasalamel/OC

Siegfried/Sophitia/OC

Setsuka/OC

Talim/OC

Maxi/OC

( New York – 2007 )

A young girl walked through the quietness of the night; she looked about nineteen or so, with long waist length brown hair, pale skin, and dark blue eyes. She looked up at the winter moon, and she let a cold breath leave her lips; she didnt quite understand the direction of her life at this point; she had a dead-end job, worthless friends, a hopeless relationship, and severed family ties.

She looked at her clothes, and she sighed; a red t-shirt that ended at the top of her midriff, some jeans that ripped at the knees, and a pair of beat-up sneakers. Not so interesting, she thought.

She wanted to run from it all; the pain and stress of this horrible world was becoming a great nuisance to her, and she was very near the brink of mental destruction.

"Help me..." She heard a faint voice.

"...Whos there?" She spoke quietly, her hand automatically reaching for the small pocket knife in her back jean pocket; you could never be too sure in these damned streets.

"Help me..." The voice moaned again, and she turned down the dark and dank alley, to see a man lying on the ground, his face distorted with near-death, and his left hand clutching something tightly.

"Are...are you okay?" She asked.

"...Help." The man whispered, before he closed his eyes, never to open them again.

"Oh no..." She whispered, her hand over her mouth.

Suddenly, the unknown object in his hand glowed with an evil, venomous red; the mans hand, no longer able to resist the movements of the object, flew from his hand and into the air.

"What the..." The girl gasped, and before she knew it, she was swept into an abyss of time passed, time spent, and time waiting.

( Ostrheinsburg Castle )

"What is it?"

"It...It looks like a girl."

"No, it does not; at least, not from our time."

She opened her eyes, and she saw two figures in front of her; one looked to be about her age, if not younger; her hair was a bright oceanic green, with big, semi innocent purple eyes. She had a lavender streak that started beside her left ear to the right side of her nose (she had other streaks on the right side of her waist), and a beauty mark right beside it. What intrigued her most were her bright green lips, and her outfit, which left very little to the imagination of what her breasts looked like. She had feathers around her neck, around her wrists, and around the thighs of her flashy pants.

The other figure was like nothing she had ever seen; he was dressed in blue armor, and had a glowing fire in his eyes...his eyes were literally a bright fiery orange. What scared her most was his—or its—beast-like right arm, wielding a large sword with a glowing purple eye.

"I...where am I?" She noticed how cold she was, and ran her hands through her wet hair. "How did I get here?" She asked.

"We found you in the water." The wildly dressed girl said with a big smile. "Why are you wearing that?" She asked.

"These are my clothes..." She said quietly. "Please sir," She turned to the scary looking man. "Tell me where I am." She stated.

"Youre in Ostrheinsburg." He said simply, a smile curving upon his beastly lips. He had been observing the girl for a couple of moments, and though she looked weak enough for him to kill instantly, his thirst for lust at the moment were greater than of his thirst for her soul. "I am Nightmare, and this is Tira." He said as he held out his armored hand.

The girl hesitated, but she took her hand in his, and she stood up. She looked at her surroundings; she looked at the tall towers looming over her, the edge lined with black birds. They were riding in a raft along the moat that surrounded the ruined castle. "I am Leigh. Thank you for saving me." She said, and Nightmare smiled again under his armor.

Leigh looked to be about of nineteen years to Nightmares eye; she was about 5'7", and though was petit, had a nicely shaped bust and hips. Her dark brown hair, now drying, ended evenly at the nape of her back, and her red top was stuck to her skin. Nightmare licked his lips in ecstasy; he remembered when he was in control of Siegfrieds body, and he spent nights having his way with women before taking their souls. The feeling of him inside these irresistible women was incredible...

"Master!" Tira yelled, which snapped Nightmare out of his trance. He looked at Leigh, and saw her fearful face; he could tell that he was staring, and had frightened her.

"I...I apologize." He said simply, looking upon the hills in the distance. He, in his whole existence, had never apologized for anything, but something about this girl...something about her... "Lets head off; we must..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the air. "We must head for...the Valentine Mansion." He said silently.

"Yes, master!" Tira said with a smile. "And what about the girl? Should I kill her now?" When Tira said this, Leigh gasped, her eyes filled with fear.

"NO!" Nightmare said hastily, his loud gunshot of a voice even stirring the usually still birds that sat atop the castle. "We must not kill the girl; she is of...importance, to us." He said, looking protectively upon Leigh. He knew Tira well; he knew she would try to kill Leigh at any given chance.

"Hmph. Yes, master." Tira said, looking at Leigh with disgust.

"Thank you, Nightmare." Leigh said, and Nightmare nodded.

"Yes." Nightmare replied, refusing to let the words 'youre welcome' leave his lips.

The raft, as if by magic, suddenly changed its course, heading for the west shore.