Lord Of The Soul Eaters Chapter 1: The Boomerang Brothers ("Don't judge our appearance, we are stronger than you of course!")
Simon POV
"Hey, Chessler!" I heard someone yell from behind me. Simon Chessler, that's my name. The mature-for-his-age kid, who has the coordination of a blind and noseless pig. Not to mention the fact that I'm one of the only teenagers in all of Death City, who's not enlisted in the academy!
"Hmm?" I mumbled when I heard them call, and turned around. It was none other than Jack Merridew, a fiery haired, icy eyed boy, and the miester of one of the most powerful teenaged weapons in the city; Roger. He currently took the form of a wooden spear in Jack's right hand. I smiled when I saw them. They may have been intimidatingly strong, but Jack and his black haired, red eyed partner were great people to have as friends.
"Hey Si, how's it goin'?" Roger greeted, after turning back to a human.
"Eh, fine I guess," I sighed. "But I'm bored. I've had nothing to do, I'm always alone during the day! Thank heavens it's the weekend now!"
"Daww, poor Simon," Jack laughed, ruffling my dark brown hair. "You don't have to be alone, you know. You could jus-
"Find a weapon! I know, I know." I muttered, cutting him off. "But Jack, it's really not that easy! You know how long I've been searching, but it's no use. There just isn't a weapon thats meant for me!"
"Simon, thats nonsense!" Jack exclaimed. "Come on bro, you know thats not true. One if your best friends has no miester!"
"Actually, no. No, thats not true," I grumbled. I knew who he was thinking of; Platinum. The platinum haired, grey eyed, and reckless idiot that would probably get me killed after five minutes, even if our soul wave lengths do match. "Steve took Platinum as his weapon last night, so they could enroll in the academy."
"Oh. Just goes to show how out of the social triangle I am," Jack chuckled. "Looks like I'm all out of advice, heheh." I gave him a look that said 'you have thirty seconds to make me feel better. 29... 28... 2-' "WAIT!" Jack suddenly yelled, making me jump about a mile. "The circus is gonna be right outside of the city tonight! That's why we were looking for you. 10 tonight!"
"Yes!" I exclaimed happily. "I've always wanted to see the circus!"
"You, us, Ralph, Piggy, Steve, Platinum," Roger explained. "The whole group is going." Ah, Ralph. My best friend since I was five. If only he was a weapon, maybe he could've been my partner. Piggy was his weapon instead; a chubby kid with light brown hair and glasses who's weapon form was a spiked club. I wonder what my weapon would be...
"I'll be there!"
~~~10 p.m~~~
"Ralph!" I exclaimed excitedly, when I saw him at the entrance to the city. "Piggy! Hi you guys! Hey, where are the others?"
"No idea," Ralph replied. "Usually we're the late ones."
"Whatever it is, we can all assume it's Platinum's fault," Piggy added with a laugh. Ralph and I laughed too; it was definitely a 'funny because it's true' moment. Whenever someone got in a predicament, it was usually Platinum's doing. And the predicament would usually involve the garbage disposal at our house. I know, seven boys in one apartment wasn't exactly a smart choice, but none of us knew where our parents were.
"We're here, we're here! Sorry guys!" We heard Jack call, and saw the four of them shortly after. I immediately took Platinum's guilty look to notice. Even when he did something absolutely terrible, he never looked as guilty as he did now.
"Alright, who did it belong to," I said, almost laughing. I kept it in though, this kid seriously needs to be put in an institution.
"Yours..."
"What was it." Oh god... if it is what I think it is...!
"..." NO!
"YOU DIDN'T! YOU DIDN'T DO WHAT I THINK YOU DID!" I screamed, grabbing him by the shirt.
"What? N-no! Your kidding! I'd never kill !" Platinum assured me, and I sighed thankfully. "No, he's in his cage. It was your watch." My silver watch. Grrrrr...
"Your buying me a new one. Now you guys, lets GO!" I laughed excitedly. "I've only DREAMED of going to the circus!" The others laughed as well, and we began walking to the circus, with Jack leading the way. As we walked, I noticed a large bloodied bandage on Steve's arm.
"Oh my god, how did that happen?" I asked, concerned. "Wait, let me rephrase. What did Platinum do to you?"
"It's not as bad as it looks. Today was his first time turning into a weapon, and his weapon form is nun-chucks, so it was kinda my own fault," Steve explained. "It's not easy being his miester, but I get by."
The rest of the time we were silent, before Jack finally exclaimed,
"We're here!" We all hurried through the gate. It wasn't much like I expected though; it was far better. A tall wooden fence created a big circle, and there were benches lining the inside. There were torches around the outside of the circle. It all had an eerie feel to it, which made it all the better for us. We sat down, and the acts came on. They were all pretty fascinating; mind controlling miesters, witch-weapons, even a few animals who were part weapon (we all favored the elephant with the sword trunk). The one that really got me though, was the last act. The announcer had introduced them as 'The Boomerang Brothers', and I assumed they were going to be extremely buff guys with tattoos, but boy was I wrong. The two brothers stepped into the ring, and they were my age. Fifteen year old twins called Sam N' Eric, the announcer had said. They both had sandy hair and chocolate brown eyes. Sam wore brown pants, and Eric wore jeans, probably so people could tell them apart. Both of them were shirtless, and covered in scars. As soon as they stepped into the ring, some assistants brought out hoops, and lit them on fire, along with some steel blocks and boulders. Sam transformed into a silver boomerang, and Eric picked him up. He threw Sam, and he flew through the hoop, and collided with the boulder, breaking it into pebbled sized pieces, before returning to Eric.
Next, Eric transformed into a golden boomerang, and Sam threw him through the flaming hoop as well. He then flew right through the solid steel blocks like they were wet toilet paper.
"Wow..," Ralph gasped. "They're..."
"Amazing," I finished for him.
"Yeah...," He turned to look at me, and I could tell that we were both thinking the same thing.
"Ralph, I just don't know," I murmured. "They're in a traveling circus. Why would they quit the circus just to be with me and join some academy?"
"Well-" Ralph began, but Steve cut him off.
"You guys, what's that guy doing over there?" He asked. All of us looked over, and saw a man a few benches over, digging threw a bag. He found what he was looking for, and pulled out a gun.
"Wh-whats they big deal?" Piggy stammered, pushing his glasses up to his eyes, due to them sliding to his nose. "It's just the guys partner." The rest of them shrugged and kept watching the performance, but I was curious, I leaned forward a bit, my eyes widened. Alright, I've lived a good life.. I thought to myself. And because of the goodness in my heart, I'm going to now put my good life in jeopardy. I gulped, and stood up, just as the man put his finger on the trigger, pointing it towards Sam.
"SAM, WATCH OUT!" I screamed, and the twin immediately turned towards me, as did the man with the gun. The audience turned to one an other, murmuring in confusion. I pointed to the man. "THATS NOT HIS PARTNER! THATS A REAL GUN!" As soon as I said that of course, what I thought would happen did. The man pulled the trigger on me.
"NO, SIMON!" Ralph yelled, his eyes brimming with tears. They were all too far behind me to do anything. I braced myself for what was to come, but then I heard Sam shout something, and he transformed back to a boomerang, and threw himself at the bullet. He collided with it, and sent the bullet flying out of the ring. Realizing that he would have nowhere to land, because he threw himself, and he obviously couldn't fly back to himself, I simply reached out and caught him. The audience immediately erupted into applause, and I saw that Eric was beaming. Psh.. the audience probably thought this was part of the act, I thought to myself, but I was smiling myself. I looked behind me, and saw my friends sighing in relief.
"Thank you...," I whispered to him, my smile growing. I saw his face reflecting off the weapon, smiling back at me.
"Aww, it was nothin'," He chuckled. "I should be thanking you, actually. If you hadn't been brave enough to say something, I would've been shot. Thank you!"
"Your welcome," I murmured back, but then something caught me attention. The man had stood up now, and the gun was still pointed at us.
"First time using a weapon?" The man called to me.
"Yes..," I muttered.
"Then let's make this a bit more interesting, shall we?" He grinned menacingly, walking into the ring.
"Hmm... an ol' showdown!" Sam said happily. "I've never fought before...,"
"What?"
"Haha, nope!" Sam laughed. "I have been in the circus since I was a baby! I was taught how to fight, but I've never got the chance, unfortunately."
"This is your lucky day then, I guess," I sighed, and walked to the other end of the ring. We were about to begin, when Sam looked at Eric, then at me.
"Reach out your hand."
"Why?" I asked.
"Just do it." I was a bit confused, but did as I was told, and reached out my hand. A golden boomerang flew into it, and I smiled.
"I've never fought either," Eric smiled, and we heard a bang. I threw Eric at the bullet to reflect it, and threw Sam at the gun to try and disarm the man. He shot another bullet though, and Sam hit that instead.
"We'll have to be quicker-" Sam paused. "Whats your name?"
"Simon."
"Right! We're gonna have to be quicker, Simon."
"He's pretty handy with that gun of his. This would be allot easier if it were a human weapon," Eric added.
"You have any tricks up your sleeves?" I asked.
"Nope!" They replied simultaneously, as we heard another bang. I threw both of them at once this time, and when Sam hit the bullet, Eric was able to hit the mans gun. He stumbled and dropped it, but recovered and caught it before it hit the ground, he pulled the trigger again before either of the twins returned to me, so it passed them and it the only thing in its path.
"SHIT!" I screamed. I didn't have to, nor want to look down. I already knew I had been shot, and there was an excruciating pain in my right hand. Sam flew into my left hand, and when Eric flew into my right, I yelped and heard something hit the ground.
"Oh, gross!" Eric winced.
"Simon, are you alright?" Sam murmured, obviously concerned.
"Wh-what just fell...?" I whispered, my whole body shaking.
"It was your-" Eric began.
"-Pinky finger," Sam finished. Oh, it is ON! I thought to myself, pained and angry. The man wasn't even paying attention at the time, so I threw Eric at him, and he struck the man right in the middle of the eyes, knocking him unconscious. The audience applauded, and a friend of the man carried him away. Sam turned back into a human, put his arms under my armpits, picked me up, and started carrying me into the trailer that they had arrived in, my friends following behind. Eric on the other hand, remained in weapon form.
"You don't have to carry me, you know!" I pointed out.
"You've lost allot of blood, better safe than sorry," Sam replied.
"That was awesome!" Eric exclaimed. "And I delivered the final blo-" The twin was cut off, and began coughing terribly.
"Brother, you alright?" Sam asked.
"No, I somehow got your blood in my mouth! *cough cough cough* Ewwwwwww! I'm probably gonna get chronic herpes or something!"
The three of us erupted into laughter, and I heard Jack whisper something to Ralph from behind us.
"What was that?" I giggled.
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing," Ralph replied, smiling.
"No really, what'd he say?"
"We were just talking about what it would be like if you three were partners."
"Where do you guys live?" Sam asked.
"Death City," I replied.
"Oh yes, the D.W.M.A!" Eric said. "Thats the academy right?"
"Yup! For weapons and miesters!" Roger answered.
"So, your not enlisted.. because your weaponless...," Sam said, partly to himself.
"Exactly." I looked up at him, and he looked deep in thought.
"It's a great town and academy," Ralph said happily.
"Not to mention the fact that we all live in one house," Piggy added.
"All seven of you live in one house? Guy pad, whoot!" Eric laughed, as Sam half-knocked half-kicked the door with his foot.
"Sebastian!" Sam called. "Can you open the door for us?" An old man with a suit answered the door.
"Good heavens! Please, come in," Sebastian exclaimed, holding the door open so we could all enter the trailer. The man showed my friends into a section of the trailer that had couches, and Sam carried me into the bathroom to patch up my wounds. I sat on the sink while Sam got out the first-aid kit. Eric tuned back into a human, and put his head under the faucet. I turned it on for him, and noticed that he was covered in my blood.
"Oh, right. Sorry about that," I apologized.
"Why are you apologizing?" Sam asked, fumbling through the bathroom cabinets, "He's the one who was too lazy to turn back into a human!"
"Ish nuf meh fauf shat I'm washi!" Eric slurred from all the water.
"It is too your fault that your lazy!" Sam argued.
"I waf bown shish woy!"
"That may so, but even if you were born lazy, you should've grown out of this!" Sam growled, finally finding the first-aid kit.
"Maf hwah?"
"Your immaturity, thats what!" I couldn't help but to laugh at the twin's fracas. It was hard to believe that Sam could understand anything his brother was saying.
"Imb nof fimmashure!"
"Oh yes you are!" Sam retorted, pulling out some cotton, a needle, and some thread. "Give me one example of maturity you've shown." As he dabbed at the hole in my hand with the cotton, the whole room was silent. "I win," he smirked.
"Nuf uhf, I-"
"Whatever," he cut him off, putting the thread through the needle. "There's a slight chance of this hurting excruciatingly, by the way." He noticed my wincing when he put the needle through, so he continued talking to get my mind off it. "So, that was really your first fight too, huh?"
"Y-yeah, pretty much," I stammered. "You two were pretty impressive!"
"Thanks! You were-
-pretty good yourself!" Sam began, but Eric finished. I laughed at them slightly, it was amazing to me that they could finish each other's sentences.
"Haha, well thank you. If you don't mind me asking, what are you two gonna do now?" I asked. I was confused when I saw Sam frown.
"Keep traveling, I suppose." He muttered.
"Why bother Sam? I hate it!" Eric whined. Sam chuckled, and with one hand, dipped it in the water and hit Eric in the face gently.
"Don't whine, we don't have a choice. It could be worse-"
-But it can be better," I cut him off.
"Go on."
"Well... did you guys have fun today?"
"Yes!" They exclaimed simultaneously.
"And you like battling like you did today..."
"Yes...," Another simultaneous answer.
"Well, I mean, if you wanted to-
-Yes." Eric answered.
"How'd you know what I was going to say?"
"It's been made very clear to me now. YesyesyesyesYES!" Eric exclaimed happily, throwing himself on top of me.
"Really? Oh my gosh, Simon! Yes!...are you alright?" Sam asked, looking at my pained expression. "I've...already finished the stitches..."
"It's...not...t-that...," I wheezed. "Your brother...is reeeally...f-f-faat...". The three of us couldn't help but to laugh at this, even if it was in the midst of my painful finger repair. Eric laughed so hard that he rolled off my lap, and onto the floor, causing the whole trailer to shake.
"O-oh... mmmy god, I rreally a-a-am f-fat!" Eric squealed in between laughs. We all stumbled out of the bathroom holding our stomachs, and into the living room where everyone was giving us odd looks.
"What, did he give you laughing gas or somethin'?" Roger asked.
"No, no. We're just laughing because he's fat," Sam giggled, pointing to Eric, who was leaning over his twin's shoulders.
"You three really would make a good team," Ralph sighed, smiling.
"Good thing we are then!" Eric exclaimed happily, and explained everything that happened in the bathroom. When he finished, all my friends were smiling.
"Thats great!" Platinum smiled. "You guys are gonna live with us then?" When the twins nodded. "Sweet! It'll be nine of us then! We'll have to make a little room, but you'll fit."
"Make that ten...if you want a butler that is," Eric muttered nervously.
"Ten it is then," Ralph chuckled. "We can get you three enlisted on Monday, so you'll have tomorrow and Sunday to train!"
"You two were amazing weapons, even for your first day!" Jack praised the twins. "Looks like ol' Rogy's gonna have a little competition," he continued, smirking at Roger.
"Doesn't seem like they're too much of a threat," Roger taunted, looking the two of them up and down. Sam hooked the trailer up to the car, so Sebastian could drive it to the city; they all decided to go on foot. As they began their walk back to the city, the twin's both smirked, and simultaneously declared,
"Don't judge our appearances, we are stronger than you of course!