Hey, guys, I'm here with the first chapter of my redo of "Madness". This story will have the scene plot, but with longer chapters and longer fights, i promise.

Without further ado...Here we go!


CHAPTER ONE: THE BEGINNING: A HAUNTED HOUSE?

The home of Medusa Grogon was left abandoned after the death of it's owner and unattended to. However, Lord Death knew that as soon as the Kishin Asura was destroyed, the house must be searched from top to button for any books/magical items that would be dangerous in the wrong hands. And who else would he send but the Academy's new janitors: a Immortal and a Frog Witch. Quite fitting, considering they used to work for the deceased. But were these two happy with their assignment? Well...kinda.

"I can't believe this!" Free mumbled to his companion as he walked through the foggy woods. "Why the hell did that Death pick us for this crap?! I always pay debts, but this is ridiculous! I'm no errand boy, d'ya hear?!"

"Shut up, you been going on about this ever since we left. Ribbit." Eruka spoke from her place on his shoulder. "It's either this or a lesson with Stein."

Free thought of it in his head...


"Now, don't worry..." Stein loomed over the table strapped wolf Immortal as the walls went from green to blood red, the scientist became a complete black being, his eyes pure white as he grinned wickedly. "This will only hurt a lot!"

Free could only scream muffled screams through his gag as the laughing screw-ball (no pun intended) brought down the chainsaw onto his chest.

"Free!"


Said man shook his head as he returned to reality.

=The two shuddered simultaneously. A lesson with Stein would end with one of them being dissected. The Immortal continued to walk until he found himself in front of a large door. Medusa's home..

"Open it, than." Eruka said.

Free did so. The doors creaked as they opened, revealing a lit hallway. The two glanced at each other and with a share of nods, Free ventured into the lair. It was just as they remembered it: candles dimly lighting the hall, statues of snake heads across the walls and dried blood everywhere, the latter making Eruka flinch slightly. The scars were still there in human form...

Eventually, they finally reached the main room with blue large cubes and purple arrows. On the middle block was a huge puddle of black blood: the blood of Medusa's son.

"Why we starting here?" Free grunted whilst Eruka turned back into her human form in a puff of smoke.

"You know what Lord Death said about the Black Blood."


"Black Blood isn't a blessing...Nor is it a curse. "But every drop must be cleared off...or the worse will happen." Lord Death mumbled slightly.

"Worse, sir?" Eruka asked from her seat in the Death Room, ignoring Spirit's glare for just existing.

Lord Death stared blankly (or at least blankly, considering his face was hidden by that mask), which even though he would never admit it, make Free look uneasy.

" I wouldn't worry bout that, cos you two will clean it up!" Death cheerfully assured; cue sweat drops from the inhabitants in the room. "Now, go on, kiddo."

"But-"

"Unless you'd like to be guinea pigs for my class..." Stein grinned.

The two were out in a flash.


"God, I hate it when he does that." Free sighed.

"Let's just get this done. I'm gonna grab her crystal ball." Eruka climbed a cube to find said ball.

Free frowned to himself, than back at the black blood puddle. From what he heard of from Medusa, black blood could only be removed if the person who the blood was in adsorbs it and he never had black blood inside him...

"How am I gonna get this cleared up?" the convict asked himself. As he pondered the question, he couldn't help but look at the purple arrows. He never got Medusa's obsession with those things. His eyes locked onto one one block; one with a black arrow...

"HEY!"

Free turned to see Eruka with the crystal ball, a pleased look on her face.

"You cleaned it up! Great work, Free." the frog witch praised. Free looked and sure enough, the black blood puddle was gone, as though it was never there.

"uh,um-Of course I did!" Free huffed his chest out as he sucked in the praise. "I'm a Immortal. Cleaning's not exactly a challenge, ya know."

His companion only shrugged. "Yeah, yeah. Come on. We still got the rest of this place to search."

The two former minions of Medusa left the room and soon found themselves outside Medusa's bedroom. Eruka went to open it, but her trembling hand annoyed Free to no end.

"It's just a door!" he finally snapped after five minutes worth waiting.

"Hey, this is the room of the bitch who nearly killed me!" Eruka retorted with a shudder. Free sighed and punched the door off it's hinges.

Medusa's room was quite..well, bland compared to the rest of the house. There were no arrows, no pictures just a bed and a desk in one corner, which held house to a load of unorganized papers.

"Would have thought this place would be a lot cleaner." Free raised a eyebrow.

Eruka didn't say a word as she walked over to the papers, set the crystal ball on the floor and looked through them.

"Nope...useless...no..." the witch was about to drop the papers back when she saw one that made her eyes widen. "Ah, here it is!"

Free looked over her shoulder to read the title of the paper: The Black Blood Solider.

"Could this be helpful?" he wondered.

"If it's about the Black Blood, than yeah." Eruka began to gather the papers. Free, however, looked uneasy. Why did he have the feeling he was being watched?

His ears perked up.

"Look out!" Free pushed Eruka out of the way of the huge black tendril that would have stabbed her if not for the intervention. Eruka was about to scold her friend for scattering the papers when she saw their attacker...a huge puddle of black liquid on the floor...the black blood.

"I thought you cleaned it!"

"No, you just assumed!"

The black blood slithered about like a snake, raising it's front half in the air. Eruka threw a Tadpole bomb at the living liquid, which swiftly avoided the explosion by moving itself to the right. A hissing sound came from the blood and it flew straight at the pair, the two barley avoiding it. Free snarled and got into a fighting stance.

"Eruka, go!" Eruka shook her head.

"No way, I'm not leaving-" she would have finished if Free didn't grab her arm.

"Listen to me!" the convict looked desperate. "This thing can kill you, but not me...go tell Lord Death about this! Go, now!"

Eruka, with much regret, nodded and ran out. As soon as she did, Free turned to the black blood, which slowly became to take some kind of form.

"Bring it!"


The sound of her boots' heels clicking as she ran mattered not to Eruka...all she could think of was Free. None of them knew what this black blood was capable of and-

A howl of agony nearly made her stop, but she pressed on. The front door was in plain sight as she tried to pull it open; no use. Magic didn't help either, the door remained shut. She was trapped.

"Shit,shit, shit, shit!" Eruka clutched the rim of her hat tightly in fear as she tried to look for another way out. She has to get out of here...no way was she dying today.

A growl made her turn to face the hallway and see a brown wolf standing there, but not just any wolf.

"Free!" Eruka sighed in relief. "The doors locked and-"

She noticed that his black and white convict outfit was missing...and his eyes were a bright yellow. A snarl escaped his snout as he made his way to the witch, who resumed her fetal position.

"Free...Free, it's me!" Eruka tried to reason. "Your friend!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Free snarled more. The witch whimpered as her met the door...only it didn't feel like the door. Despite her current situation, Eruka turned.

And her scream echoed throughout the house and the woods...as did the inhuman howl.


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