Lifeblood
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Calibur, or Soul Edge.
Late 1700's
Rock finally reached his home in North America.
"Bangoo!" He yelled, waving Soul Edge.
Bangoo ran up to his "father", waving. "You're back!"
Rock put down Soul Edge. "I can finally be an acceptable father to you, my son."
Bangoo looked at the spirit sword. "So, what's gonna happen to that?"
Rock rubbed his chin. "I know. We'll stash it underground, or to be more right, underriver."
Bangoo backed up. "What?"
Rock jumped into the river with the sword.
For a couple minutes, there weren't even any bubbles made.
Then, a massive flash of light shone, and out popped Rock.
"There, it's done. Soul Edge is unreachable. Now, let's go hunting."
The year 2006 A.D. – Southern MD
Ben was lazily walking home through the woods, when he noticed something shining in the river.
"Hmmm?" Ben mused, sliding in.
The light seemed to beckon him.
Ben was a regular high school student- he had fair skin, brown ,short hair, hazel eyes, and even glasses.
He was slightly above average in height, and took a passion to wearing vests, even in summer.
He saw the light, and jumped underwater, to scry its source.
A sticklike appendage stuck out between two rocks.
Ben went back up for air. "This looks interesting, to say the least."
He cracked his knuckles and went back down.
Whatever it was shone again.
Ben glared underwater. He grasped the outreaching portion and pulled, expecting a lamp, or something mundane.
Up came a massive red sword, with a red eye in the center.
Ben surfaced, and drug the sword over to where he was based.
He sat and looked at the sword. "What ever were you doing down there, I wonder?" Ben hummed.
"I was imprisoned." The sword replied, making Ben fall over in surprise.
"You can TALK!" Ben burst.
"If I had a head, I would nod." The sword replied. "Now, if you will, I'm hungry. Bring me some souls."
Ben gave the sword a nasty glare. "Why should I?"
"Because I am Soul Edge! I can bring you great power and respect! Fame and fortune!"
Ben shrugged. "So? If I put you back, you won't cause any trouble."
Soul Edge's eye rotated restlessly.
"No, you're wrong! I'll prove it!" Soul Edge then turned into a punching dagger, and attached itself to Ben.
"GET OFF ME!" Ben roared, trying to cast off the dagger.
Soul Edge made an angry visage in Ben's mind.
"Look, I have to know where Soul Calibur is. Then, I have to be fed. That's all."
Soul Edge said, moving his spectral head.
"Yeah, whatever." Ben murmured, still trying to shake off the cursed sword.
--
Meanwhile-
Sean was a crazy kind of guy.
He also happened to be one of Ben's best friends.
He lived a couple miles South of where Ben lived, so the two would joke about world conquest and other silly topics like- "What you can say about your car- that you can't say about your girlfriend without getting smacked"
Only, Sean wasn't joking on the world conquest thing.
His cell rang.
"Howzit?" Sean answered, identifying the phone number.
"Umm…you ever hear of Soul Edge?" Ben's voice quavered on the other side.
Sean sighed. "Is this one of your made up comic-book story things, again?"
"No." Ben replied.
Sean paid a bit more attention. "What did you call it?"
"Soul Edge."
Sean pulled out his drawing book, and flipped to a certain sketch.
"Does it have an eye in the middle?" Sean asked.
"Yeah, how'd you know!" Ben asked.
Sean turned away. "Damn." To Ben he said "Oh, just reminds me of a dream, that's all. "
"Look, I need info on how to feed it." Ben had a worried tone now.
"Why?" Sean asked flatly.
"It's sort of on my arm, and it says that it's 'hungry'."
"No way."
"Way."
"No."
"Yes"
Sean nearly dropped the phone. "We'd better call the…"
A thought came into his head.
"Wait. instead, how about you come here, and I'll help you investigate." Sean said slyly.
"OK." Ben said, hanging up.
"Sucker." Sean said, heading to his weapon closet for two of his machetes.
-
Everybody who knew anything about weapons knew about Soul Edge.
Even gunsmiths knew the story of the cursed sword and its destructive powers.
"He'll surrender the sword, or I'll cut his head clean off." Sean mused, sharpening his machetes.
Ben may have been one of his best friends, but absolute power took a bit of priority.
-
"YOU FOOL!" Soul Edge yelled at Ben.
"What?" Ben asked, getting on his bicycle.
"Your 'friend' is planning on killing you to get me. I'm legendary!" Soul Edge said.
Ben waved his hand dismissively. "Nah. Sean's one of my best friends. Worst case, he yells at me and smacks me in the back of the head or kicks me in the tailbone. No biggie."
Soul Edge laughed. "Yeah, that's what Akhenaton thought, too. Then, his 'best friends' killed him, and his son."
Ben began to pedal, with Soul Edge attached, in punching dagger form. "Akhenaton had other problems that probably caused that. I know my history."
"Did you know about me?" Soul Edge asked.
"No."
"Then you don't know history."
"Fine!" Ben said. "We'll go to another good friend's house, who's trustable. Annoying, but there is trust."
"fine." Soul Edge muttered, preparing for his current wielder to be slaughtered by his own friends.
-
Nate was raking the leaves when he saw Ben pedaling toward him.
"HEY BEN!" Nate yelled, waving.
Ben stopped in front of Nate.
"Hey Nate, can you do me a favor?" Ben asked.
"Sure, but I still won't cover for you if you try to blow up a country on your Arbitrary List of Things To Blow Up."
"Curses." Ben muttered. "Well, I need you to get Sean here. Can I stay awhile?"
Nate nodded, not seeing Soul Edge.
-
Sean soon found himself hiking up to Nate's house.
"I thought Ben was coming to my house…" Sean grumbled.
As he walked on the side of the road, a tractor trailer zoomed by, and then spun out of control.
CRASH!
The truck had crashed into a tree.
Sean ran over, eager to help the driver recover.
"WHAT THE!" Sean yelled.
There was no driver.
Sean looked back. This was too weird for him.
No. I'm in the seat. Come and get me. An enchanting voice called to Sean.
Sean rubbed his head. "No way." He looked at the seat.
A glowing blue sword lay in the passenger seat.