Priesthood, Saints, and Love
HELLO READERS!
I got me a new story, this one right here.
It's about everybody's favorite Guillotine Death Scythe…Justin Law!
And one of my OC's… Anna Saint!
I love OC's… some people don't but I do so sorry.
Summary:
After the Kishin was revived Madness starting to spread across the world quickly. Lord Death sent his most faithful follower, Justin Law to Death Grove, North Carolina were a large amount of Madness has been causing havoc. While fighting against a large group of powerful animal-like Pre-Kishin Justin Law is critically injured and unable to protect himself. He is almost killed by the Pre-Kishin's but someone comes to his rescue; a young girl named Anna with the powers of a meister. After saving Justin the priest realizes that this shy girl has a lot of potential and offers to take her to Death City to increase her natural skills and become a great meister. Having always wanted to be trained to be a meister she quickly accepts the offer and travels with Justin to Death City. As this young girl slowly begins to fit in at the DWMA Justin finds himself thinking about her all the time. Anna had heard about Justin Law since she was young and had always had a crush on him. The two being to fall for each other without even realizing it. Anna is too afraid to tell Justin how she feels and Justin is too confused about his feelings to know what to do. But something horrible happens; Justin is corrupted by the Madness and defects from the DWMA to follow the Kishin. As the war between Madness and Order heats up Anna tries desperately to save Justin from the Madness that has consumed him. Will Anna be able to save Justin and tell him her feelings? Will Justin be able to escape the madness and reunite with the girl that he loves? Read to find out…
(Smiles…) I love Justin… he's so cute.
Anyways… OC information
OC
Name: Anna Saint
Age: sixteen
Height: 5'4
Weight: 125
Birthday: February 27th, 1997 (Sign: Pisces/The Fish)
Appearance:
Anna is thin and not all that tall; her hair is dark brown and it falls down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She wears her hair in a pony-tail but has been told by many people that she looks better with to down. When her hair is up it is tied with a white hair tie, one strand of hair is too short to be tied up and it hangs down between her eyes. Her eyes are a dark, forest green. Her skin is fair but has a soft tan to it. She is known to blush a lot so her checks at often tinted pink.
Race: In Death Grove many people have forgotten about the old ways so Weapons and Meisters are actually very rare to come across. In fact many people consider anyone that is a Weapon or Meister to be a freak and they are often the outcasts of society. Anna's father was a meister although he never did well at the Academy and eventually gave up trying. Her mother was a normal human so Anna is only half meister; however her grandmother and grandfather were both expect meisters and she grew up hearing their stories about epic fights against evil and darkness. Her grandparents were the last of a group of weapons and meister guardians that protected Death Grove from the Pre-Kishin souls. Anna took their place after they passed away and despite not having any actual training she is a very skilled fighter and meister. The greatest drawback is that she doesn't have a weapon to partner with.
Family:
Grandmother: Annabelle (who Anna was named after)-Deceased
Grandfather: Russell-Deceased
Mother: Jane- Deceased (killed in a car accident when Anna was fourteen)
Father: Tomas- Deceased (killed in the same car accident)
Older Brother: Dylan
Age: 22
Status: Unknown
Dylan was always a troubled kid and after he turned twenty he left Death Grove and moved out to California. A few months after he left his and Anna's parents were killed in a car accident. Anna tried to call him and tell him what had happened but she could never reach him. She wasn't heard anything from him in two years and has been living on her own since her parents died.
Personality:
Anna is quiet and very shy, however she's also has a bit of jokester side at times although she is only like that with people that she is comfortable around. Because of her shyness she blushes all the time and her cheeks are almost constantly pink. Because of her skills as a meister most people in Death Grove look down on her and some are even frightened of her. This has led her to be very wary of all people and it is hard for her to even try to make friends. Some people see her as anti-social but really she is just too shy and worried what people will think about her. Even though most people treat her badly she has an iron will and works harder than anyone else. She is very smart and is one of the top students in her class at school. She often suffers injuries that have no explanation to them. The injuries are from battles with evil Pre-Kishin spirits but many people think that she is very violent and gets into fights all the time. Even though so many people berate her she is still as friendly as possible and hates getting into fights. She is very caring and forgives very easily. Because she doesn't have many friends the ones that she does have she cherishes greatly; she would protect someone she cares about with her life if she had to.
Soul Appearance:
Anna's soul takes the form of a baby blue orb. The mouth of the orb's face is set in a small smile. Its eyes are white and round and very large. Below the eyes the blue of the orb turns into a light purple indicating that her soul is also blushing (blue orb + red blush=purple tint). The flame on top of the orb is curled up like a spring. The orb was two quarter music noise on each side of the face that stick out were the ears would be; they are a slightly darker blue than the rest of the orb.
Soul Perception:
Like all meister's Anna has Soul Perception. Her's is at an average level… she can't see a person's soul but she can sense if a soul is a normal human soul or a Kishin egg.
Wavelength Appearance:
Her wavelength is the same color blue as her soul and has the same darker quarter music notes sticking out of each side. Because of her grit and determination to succeed against all of the scrutiny she receives in her hometown Anna is quite resistant to the Madness wavelength.
Other Information and Random Facts:
-Anna loves music; almost as much as Justin does… it is one of the few things that she really enjoys in the world. Music takes her mind off of the hardships in her life.
-Anna's brother played the bass before he left home. He didn't take the instrument with him and Anna slowly taught herself to play it and has actually gotten very good.
-Along with being a good bass player she is also a great singer and is in the varsity chorus at school. However her shy nature makes her doubt her talent so the only time she sings outside of her school chorus group is when she is by herself at home.
-Anna tends to listen to her music very loudly and even listens to it when she is at school. She does turn her music down in class but most of the time it is turned up loud. She does this to make it easier to ignore all of the insults and harassment she receives.
-One of Anna most prized item is a set of Beats Headphones™; they are black and they have a sticker of Lord Death's mask on each side.
-Since she doesn't have a weapon partner Anna uses a few different weapons that she has at her home. Her father was a weapon collector so she has a few different weapons to choose from. Her favorites are a medieval broad sword, a German trench axe (used during WW2), and a medieval Morning Star (ball and chain).
(If you don't know what they are you can go to Google Images and get some pictures.)
-Since her family has been in Death Grove for generations they have collected a lot of wealth over the centuries. Anna lives in her parents' home which is a large estate hidden back in the woods on the outskirts of town. No one every ventures near the property which allows Anna to hurt down Kishin spirits near town that are causing trouble without arousing any suspicions.
-Anna's mother was a translator and actually taught her to use Sign Language.
Ok… That's my OC!
And now that all of that stuff is out of the way, on with the story!
Story is rated: M-for blood, violence, bits of gore, cursing, and possible sexual themes later on
Disclaimer:
Me: YO! Justin!
Justin: Yes Writer-san?
Me: Do the Disclaimer!
Justin: Oh, at you starting another story?
Me: Heck yeah!
Justin: What is it about?
Me: Were where you when I was telling the readers the summary?!
Justin: *points at headphones*
Me: Oh…right. *Sweat drops* Do the disclaimer anyway!
Justin: Writer-san does not own me or any other characters from Soul Eater.
Me: Thank-you…I still can't believe you missed the summary.
Justin: Sorry… I'll go read it later.
Me: You had better read it now… your one of the main characters in this story.
Justin: What?! Why didn't you tell me?!
Me: I did tell you! That's why you were supposed to listen to the summary!
Justin: Oh Lord Death, please forgive my tardiness and allow me to catch up with the story quickly!
Me: Oh boy…
(Also, I don't own the songs Serenity or Lights Out…Serenity belongs to Godsmack and Lights Out is Breaking Benjamin's.)
"…"-Talking '…'-Thinking (…)-Anything else I think of to say
Chapter 1 starts…NOW!
Chapter 1: The mission to Death Grove
"Merit consists in the virtue of love alone, flavored with the light of true discretion without which the soul is worth nothing."
-Saint Catherine of Siena
It was a regular day in the small town of Death Grove, North Carolina. The town was located at the base of Mount Mitchell; the largest mountain of the Appalachian mountain range. The town had one main road and only about six hundred inhabitants. School was almost over for the year; today was the last day in fact. Although the students at the local schools had been in class this year longer than people living in the foothills. All the snow during the winter had set the class schedule back a whole two weeks. But school was still going on at the moment. It would be another two hours or so before the towns student population was released for the summer.
The town was quiet, like always. The children and teens were in school, the parents at work, and the old folk were sitting around on the porches of their hillside homes talking about the simpler times of long ago. Nothing ever happened in Death Grove…nothing. It was so far off the beaten path that you couldn't even find it on a map (if you were even looking for it to start with). The only way someone died around here was from being older than dirt or the occasionally car accident or Fourth of July drowning. The town was just painfully boring. The local police station was the size an old timey general store and they were never called out for anything. Although; since summer break was beginning soon the local teenage population would quickly get restless. The towns five police man were prepared for the worst that the local hooligans could offer. Mainly door ditching's, drunken parties in the woods, and the rare case of vandalism.
Yeah, it was pretty impossible to find a town more desolate or boring them Death Grove. But something was going on today… something that was very different than normal. There was a strange new comer to this isolated town. Someone who the towns' people did not recognize. The locals had heard the sound of a vehicle rumbling in the distance from the other side of the hills. The rumble was rather loud and it drew people's attention very easily. Over the hill the vehicle came, rolling down the main street of the small town like on outlaw gunman from the old west. Shop owners stepped out of their stores to gawk at the strange vehicle; it wasn't like any car they had seen before.
The vehicle was actually a dune buggy and it was by far one of the strangest things the people in this small town had ever seen. The metal of the vehicle was a shiny, polished black color. The sun gleamed off of the metal like a mirror and it could easily blind you if you stared directly at it. The black dune buggy was also covered in a larger amount of chrome that was even brighter in the sun than the black metal. Large pipes stuck out at the back of the dune buggy, rattling slightly as the engine rumbled rhythmical. Two large stage speakers were attached to the back… loud music was being pumped through them. Everyone on main street could hear it and they were quite shocked at seeing something so strange in their small town. The dune buggy was decked out with numerous chrome accessories, many of them shaped like skulls. And even stranger was the coffin attached to the back of the dune buggy. The coffin was made of wood and had been stained and painted black. A large white cross was painted on the front panel of the coffin as well. The coffin even had wheels attached to the bottom so that it could roll down the street without any problems.
The driver of the dune buggy parked the vehicle in an empty parking lot before removing the key from the ignition and stepping out of the seat onto the pavement. By this time a small group of people had gathered nearby. Most of them were older and were complaining about the loud music that had been coming from the speakers on the dune buggy. None of the people in the group would get any closer than they already were. Instead they eyed the person who had stepped out of the dune buggy from afar.
The person was just as strange looking as the vehicle he had been driving. The guy looked like some sort of catholic priest, his attire consisting of black dress shoes, black trousers, and black and grey robes. Both sleeves of the priest robes had a large white cross on them and he also wore a white shawl that came halfway down over his arms. A round, white priest hat and a cross necklace with a small skull mask on the front completed his wardrobe. (A/N: the hat Justin wears is called a zucchetto; it is worn by many religious people of the Roman Catholic faith. The color of the hat represents the rank of the wearer. Justin wears a white cap which is actually the color of hat worn by only Popes.)
The young man in the priest outfit was actually rather handsome; he had smooth, flawless skin that was very pale and contrasted well with his dark toned clothes. His short, scruffy blond hair shone like gold in the sunlight. The boy was listening to music through a set of earbuds with a white skull design on them; the cords of the earbuds ran down underneath the white shawl he wore. The young man looked at his surroundings intently with his bright blue eyes. All of the town's folk that had gathered were getting more suspicious and wary of this strange man in priest clothes. They didn't know what the man could want in there small town but they hoped he would leave soon. The crowd quickly scattered, trying to return to what they had been doing before the priest's arrival. Some of them still kept a watchful eye on the man as he walked out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk.
Justin's POV
'So… this is Death Grove?' I thought to myself as I took in my new surroundings.
This town was really small and secluded; I couldn't imagine why there would be any Kishin souls causing problems around here. Lord Death had given me this mission about a week ago after a large source of madness had been detected in the area.
Flashback
"Damn-it Justin! Take those stupid headphones out right now!" Spirit yelled at the teen who was once again listening to his music too loudly.
"What Was That?!" The priest shouted as he put his hand up to his ear, emphasizing that he couldn't hear what the Death Scythe was saying.
"I KNOW YOU CAN READ MY LIPS! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE LISTING TO LORD DEATH RIGHT NOW!" The red headed male hollered as he shook his fist and stomped his foot on the ground.
"SHINIGAMI-CHOP!"
Lord Death silenced the angry red head in a second, blood squirting out of his head like water from a super soaker gun. Justin Law stood there as though nothing had happened. The priest had come to the Death Room to receive his latest mission, but as always he couldn't understand a thing that Lord Death was saying since he couldn't read the reaper's lips behind his mask. Spirit quickly recovered and began the annoying process of repeating everything that Lord Death said to the young priest.
"In the state of North Carolina there is a small town by the name of Death Grove. Long ago it was a place full of weapons and meisters that protected the villagers in the area. Over the centuries all of people with weapon blood and meister abilities have died out. Although normally this wouldn't be a problem since no Kishin's have been seen near the town for many years. But ever since the Madness began to spread more Pre-Kishin souls have been attacking Death Grove. And now there are no weapons or meister's to protect the town. So, Justin… I want you to go to North Carolina and dispose of the Kishin's that are attacking Death Grove once again."
Lord Death finished speaking and Spirit finished repeating the Death God seconds later.
"Oh Lord Death…I accept this mission graciously! Thank-you Lord for having such confidence in me to complete this task!" The zealot shouted as he smiled widely.
Flashback end (still in Justin's POV)
'Strange… I don't sense any madness in the area at all. I wonder where the Kishin's could be.' I thought to myself as I started to walk down the main street of the town.
Several people that I passed by gave me strange looks and some of them even made it a point to stay as far away from me as possible. I couldn't figure out why at first but then I remembered what Lord Death had told me. All of the weapons and meisters that had once lived here had died. So the people here probably didn't even know about Death City or Lord Death. Judging by the lack of Death masks in the architecture I was probably right. Well, I wouldn't be able to just ask about the Kishin's that were causing trouble; no one would have a clue what I was talking about.
I continued walking down the street; since I wasn't going to get any help from the locals I would have to use my legs and find the source of the Madness myself. The stares from the people I passed were really starting to make me worry; all of the people looked at me like I was the plague.
'Maybe it's my clothes.' I thought as I looked down at my robes.
I knew that the people walking past were talking about me. Although my music was too loud for me to actually hear them and I couldn't see their lips to figure out what they were saying either. On second thought, I really didn't what to know what they were saying about me. All of the people in this town were lost sinners that had forgotten their god. I brought my cross closer to my face and said a silent prayer.
'Of Lord Death… please forgive this people for their foolishness. Allow their eyes to be opened to the truth of your glory and let them return to thy loving embrace.' I prayed to myself before returning to the task at hand.
I had to find where the Kishin's plaguing this town were hiding.
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(Normal POV)
'Two o'clock… only fifteen more minutes til the bell rings.' The brown haired girl thought to herself as she stared at the clock on the wall.
Anna Saint, a shy sixteen year old in her sophomore year at Death Grove High School. Actually, today was the last day of her ten grade year. At two fifteen the bell would ring and she would be free from school for the next two and a half months. The mere thought of it made the young female tap her foot against the tiled floor of her homeroom class in excitement.
The young girl was dressed in loose, faded blue jeans with the knees ripped out and red converse sneakers. She was wearing her favorite black t-shirt with red, blue, green, and yellow crisscrossing stripes on it and a thin, red jacket with a skull design on the back (the same skull design as Lord Death's mask). The t-shirt also had a set of headphones printed on the front, they were the same colors as the stripes of the shirt and the cords of the headphones were bright green and made a squiggling pattern across the whole front of the shirt. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a pony-tail with one spare strand falling between her eyes.
Anna wanted school to be over so badly, but in truth she loved school… it was the people that she couldn't stand. Being labeled the town freak and getting picked on and bullied since grade school could do that to you. The teen sat at the very back of the room, trying not to draw any attention to herself. Not that it helped…every student in the classroom seemed hell bent on making her last day at school this year a true nightmare. She knew that they were all talking about her; they always did. Although she knew that they would only do it when she had her Beats Headphones ™ on her head. Otherwise none of them would have the balls to talk about her. Not that it mattered either way… she could still hear bits of what was being said over the noise of her music.
"Creep…"
"Weirdo…"
"Strange…"
"Freak…"
"Loser…"
"Odd…"
"Crazy…"
"Psycho…"
"Monster…"
"Demon…"
Those were just some of the words she could tell had been said about her from different people in the classroom. Personality she felt that the last three words were a bit much. But it didn't bother her nearly as much as it had when she was younger… she had heard it all before.
"Saint…Anna Saint." Came a voice from the front of the room.
It was Miss. Howard, Anna's homeroom teacher. She had called Anna to come to the front of the room and get her end of the year report card. With a sigh the brown haired girl stood from her seat and made her way through the aisles of chair's to the front of the room. All of the other students leaned away from her in their seats as she walked by, she ignored it… it was nothing new. Someone threw a paper ball at her and it hit her in the back of the shoulder. She heard the object hit the floor but she acted like nothing had happened as she stood in front of the teacher's desk. Miss. Howard smiled kindly before handing Anna the portfolio with her grades for the year. Anna returned the smile with one of her own. Her teachers were the only ones in the school that were nice to her (the fact that she was such a good student helped in that regard).Another paper ball was thrown at her; this one hit her in the back of the head. Several people in the room snickered quietly at this; again Anna ignored it.
"That's enough…" Miss. Howard said sharply, not amused by her students behavior at all.
Anna turned around and became heading back to her seat. She kept her eyes glued to the floor so that she didn't have to look at the faces of her tormentors. For the third time something was thrown at her; this time it was a pencil. And this time she didn't let the thrown object hit her. In a flash Anna had reached out her right hand and grabbed the flying pencil between her middle finger and pointer finger. Anna stared at the sharpened end of the pencil that was only inches away from her face. This was why she was an outcast… because she could do things that normal humans couldn't. No one else in Death Grove would have been able to snatch a pencil out of the air like that.
Several people in the room gasped as others muttered to one another, Anna's forest green eyes looked in the direction that the pencil had come from. She knew instantly who had thrown it. One of the most popular girls in her grade. Anna never remembered the girls name and instead called her a name that she felt was more befitting of the popular female… 'The Clown'. Anna called the girl by this name because of the unholy amount of make-up the girl had caked on her face. The bright blue eye shadow, wine red lip stick and extreme amount of blush on the girls' cheeks made her look just like some sort of failed clown. 'The Clown' hated Anna, for no reason other than the fact that she could and she felt like it.
'The Clown' was acting like she had done nothing and was pretending to check her make-up in a compact mirror she had pulled from the fake-snake skin purse in the seat next to her. Anna detested this girl… but she let it go. School was almost over for the year, she wasn't going to do something stupid when there was only five more minutes of school left. Walking stiffly towards her seat Anna didn't say a word. She slowed her steps for a moment to place the bright pink and yellow pencil on the popular girl's desk before continuing to wall back to her seat. Everyone in the room was in a semi silent frenzy at this point. 'The Clown' stared at the pencil on her desk as though someone had just placed a cat turd in front of her. Anna sat back down, pulling the hood of her jacket over her head and turning the volume of her headphones up to eighty. Just a few more minutes, just a few more minutes.
As soon as the shrill sound of the bell was heard Anna had grabbed her backpack and dashed from the room. She had to get out of the school before 'The Clown' or someone else decided to torture her for no good reason. Fixing the position of her book-bag and turning the volume of her music all the way up Anna moved through the halls as fast as she could without breaking into a full on run. Other students in the hall moved away from her but she didn't pay any attention to them.
She made it outside and headed through the school parking lot; she didn't have a car so she had to walk home. That didn't bother her though, she was used to it. The only downside of walking was the fact that her house was a good thirty minute walk away. But that was alright as well; walking home always helped her calm down. Had she been younger, weaker, more fragile she may have started to cry at the way she was treated. But she didn't… even if she had wanted to cry she wasn't sure she could… all of her tears had been drained from her long ago.
Serenity by Godsmack came on through her headphones as she walked on the side of the road. It was one of her favorite songs. Anna slowly began to relax as the drum beat vibrated from her headphones into her ears. She loved her music… it make her feel better about everything. Her steps quickly fell in line with the beat of the song as Anna continued the long trek back to her home hidden in the woods.
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Justin Law walked up the opposite side of the street than when he had started his search of the small town. Despite being so small Death Grove was surrounded by thick woods that could easily hide a group of Kishin spirits. Justin had searched for close to two hours but hadn't had any luck. He headed in the direction of where his dune buggy was parked, a small frown on his face. He was annoyed that he hadn't been able to pick up any leads on the source of the Madness in the area. He became slightly more annoyed when he returned to the parking-lot to find that a crowd of young children and a few teens and pre-teens had surrounded his dune buggy and were staring at it like it was some sort of freaky alien spacecraft.
Justin advanced towards the group and they all scampered away when they saw him. The young priest shook his head before climbing back into his dune buggy and cranking the engine up. The blond haired Death Scythe was going to continue his search but first he wanted to put his ride someplace where it would be save from local trouble makers. Justin decided that he could drive it into the woods; not many people seemed to want to venture into the deep woods at the base of the mountain side.
Justin drove his dune buggy and coffin down the street; the only traffic light on Main Street turned red and the Death Scythe instantly slowed to a stop. The bass from the speakers shook the ground as the priest waited for the light to turn green. Something to his left caught the priest's eye and he quickly turned his head to get a better look.
On the sidewalk not three feet away stood a young female with dark brown hair and a red jacket. She had a set of black headphones around her neck but she didn't seem to be listening to anything. Actually she was staring at him and his dune baggy with her big, forest green eyes. She wasn't staring in a confused or shocked way though; her gaze held great curiosity and slight wonder. She was even tapping her foot in time with the music coming from the speakers of the dune buggy; she seemed to like the sound.
'She doesn't seem to find me all that strange.' The priest thought to himself; she was the only person so far today that wasn't looking at him like he was from another world.
Anna's POV
'There's no way… there's just no way…' I thought to myself as a stood at the only intersection on Main Street.
Three feet away from me, riding in his dune buggy with the speakers blaring was the Death Scythe Justin Law. I had always heard about Death City and Lord Death, as well as all the Death Scythes. I had always thought that Justin Law was so cool. I had heard so many stories about all the opponents he had faced and how he had reached the rank of Death Scythe at the age of only thirteen. He was the most faithful follower of Lord Death and always wore a priest outfit. That was why I had first noticed him; because of his outfit.
'It can't be… no way a Death Scythe would come all the way out to Death Grove.' I screamed at myself; I shook the thought from my mind.
It was some sort of joke, obviously. It couldn't really be Justin Law; it was just someone messing around. But still; no one around here would know who Justin Law was (aside from me of course). So the joke was a major fail in the end. Even so, I found that I couldn't stop looking at the fake Justin Law; whoever it was had really done a good job making himself look legit.
'He's actually really cute…' I thought to myself.
I scowled at myself after that thought entered my head but I couldn't help it. Anyone could see that he was cute; even if the guy was faking their identity. I kept staring at him; even though my brain was telling me not to. His shiny blond hair and flawless pale skin was too mesmerizing. And his bright blue eyes that… Were. Staring. Right. At. Me…
Oh Lord Death, the fake Justin Law was staring at me! Oh Jesus, help help help! I've been caught, shit! What do I do? What do I do? Oh Death, he's smiling at me… one of those cute boyish smiles. Damn it… I could feel the heat rushing to my face and neck; I just knew that I was as red as a lobster now. Someone kill me now… before the embarrassment does it first.
I had to leave, now. Without even thinking I starting crossing the street … straight into oncoming traffic. Horns blared and wheels screeched as I ran to the other side of the street. Dumbass! Dumbass! Dumbass! I'm losing my mind; that has to be what is wrong with me. I'm finally losing it… oh well. I made it across the street without getting hit by a vehicle (a miracle in and of itself).I continued to run until I was out of sight of Main Street… gods I'm such an idiot. I sighed deeply; I needed to go home right now. I walked as quickly as I could, trying to think about nothing as I walked. But that was impossible… all I could think about were those big blue eyes and that boyish smile.
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'Seven o'clock… six hours of searching and still nothing.' The blond haired guillotine thought as he passed through yet another grove of trees.
The priest had parked his dune buggy just inside the tree line surrounding Death Grove before continuing his search for the Kishin eggs near-by. He had been looking all other the place for a grand total of six hours and he hadn't seen any evidence of any Kishin's anywhere. The stoic priest was starting to lose his patience at this point. He was certain that he had investigated every hiding place in the woods surrounding Death Grove and still he had come up empty. With a sigh the Death Scythe leaned back against a near-by tree, trying to rest and calm down for a few minutes before returning to his search. Justin allowed his eyes to slip closed; trying to drown out ever sound aside from the thumping music from his headphones. Lights Out by Breaking Benjamin had just come on and the song blared into his skull as he let his mind go blank. (A/N: I know that the only song we ever hear from Justin's ear buds is Step Up but he has to have more music than that; so I let my imagination run on that one.)
The teen tried to relax as best he could but his mind was still working in overdrive. He couldn't figure out why he hadn't sensed any Kishin souls in the area; he was beginning to think that they had moved on or a mistake had been made. The priest reached for the death crucifix hanging around his neck and bowed his head in prayer for the hundredth time that day. Even though he was supposed to be praying the priest couldn't stop his mind from wondering once again. His mind kept returning to the strange girl that he had seen earlier. He had been trying not to think about her but he couldn't stop himself. She had seen him staring at her at the intersection; he felt like some sort of weird stalker actually. The priest had panicked a little at being caught and the only thing he could think to do was smile at her. Her forest green eyes had gone really wide and her whole face had turned a bright pink color. Then she took off (almost getting hit by several cars in the process) and disappeared from his sight within seconds. The blond Death Scythe scolded himself for interrupting his own prayers but every time he closed his eyes the image of the girl's deep green eyes and blushing face flashed through his mind. Geez, what in the name of Lord Death was wrong with him?
Suddenly the air shifted violently, everything became heavy and thick as the trees seemed to close in on themselves. Justin's eyes snapped open as he realized what was happening. He could sense them; the Kishin eggs… there were ten very powerful pre-Kishin spirits nearby. A loud crack was heard as the tree Justin was leaning against snapped like a twig. The Death Scythe jumped away just before the tree hit the ground hard and spun around in the direction the Madness wavelengths were coming from. Out of the trees came the pre-Kishin's that had been terrorizing the town. They were all huge and each one looked like some sort of deformed animal. The beasts roared in unison; the vibrations made the earth tremble as they launched themselves at the blond haired Death Scythe. Justin unleashed the blades on his arms and entered a fight stance. The sound of his music drowning out everything and the battle began.
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The fight had been tough and Justin was starting to feel exhausted; he had managed to take out seven of the ten pre-Kishin creatures but the last three were proving to be very hard to get rid of. One of the three was formed like a bird and was using its ability to fly to its advantage. Justin was powerful, but he couldn't fly up and catch this Pre-Kishin. The second was built like a cheetah, lean and fast; it was moving too quickly for Justin to land any hits on it. And the last one looked like a giant turtle with a shell made of rock and moss. The beast was slow but its shell protected it from injury.
The cheetah like beast struck at Justin with its massive claws, trying to tear the Death Scythe to shreds. The blond dodged the cat's attacks over and over as he tried to work out a way to bet them. Suddenly he had an idea; he just hoped that it worked. Justin bolted away from the beasts attacking him, the cheetah-like Kishin immediately giving chase. The blond lead the cheetah towards the tree line, the Kishin ran as fast as it could, intent on making the priest its next chew toy. Speed was an advantage; but it could also be a disadvantage. In a flash Justin had leapt into the air, his feet connecting with the trunk of a tree. Using his momentum the young Death Scythe flipped into the air over the Kishin's head. The cat-like Kishin slammed into the tree because of its speed; it was wide open for attack. The guillotine blades on Justin's arms shone a brilliant white as the attack hit home.
"Law Abiding Silver Gun!"
The blade didn't decapitate the cheetah; instead it sank deep into the flesh and muscle behind the creatures shoulders. The pre-Kishin roared in pain as the slicing of flesh echoed through the clearing and bright red blood sprayed into the air. It wasn't an instant kill shot; but the beast wouldn't survive the wound for long. In an instant the bird-like Kishin swooped down low; it was going to snatch the priest right out of the air. It opened its beak wide as it went in for the kill. It didn't notice the second glowing blade. The second guillotine sliced the bird's neck clean through. Blood sprayed again as the head and body of the beast crashed to the ground. The body of the bird twisted and contorted a few more moment before going still.
'Two down… one to go.' The guillotine though as he landed on his feet once again.
The turtle-like Kishin swung its tail at the Death Scythe like a whip; aiming for Justin's head. The blond rolled out of the way, the tail impacting the ground instead and leaving a deep imprint in the dirt. Justin sliced at the shelled Kishin with his blades but it retreated inside the rock hard dome just in time. The blades scratched the shell but the Kishin remained unharmed. The priest backed away from the beast, planning to use his Saint Cross Knife technique to try and wound the creature before him.
He was careless…He wasn't paying attention…
Before the blond could react the cat Kishin pounced from behind; Justin stumbled back in surprise. That last attack should have left the beast unable to move! The Death Scythe tried to dodge the strike; not fast enough. The sound of tearing fabric was heard, followed by the ripping of flesh and a loud cry of pain. The Kishin had ripped into Justin's side with its claws; blood poured from the wound as the black and grey fabric of his priest robe was stained even darker by the red blood. The force of the strike sent the blond flying through the air. He tried to stop the attack with his guillotine blades; this time his Silver Gun technique landed a deadly blow. The blade sliced the cats' throat; the creature tried to roar out but all that escaped its throat was more blood and a wet gurgling sound.
The cat Kishin fell dead, but it had hit Justin first. The priest flew through the air only stopping when his back collided with a large oak tree. Justin gasped in pain as the impact left a crack in the tree trunk. His headphones were knocked out of his ears from the force, allowing Justin to clearly hear the sound his ribs made when they cracked. The priest slid to the ground with a thud; breathing heavily.
Justin grabbed his right side, blood pouring through his fingers and onto the sleeve of his robe as he tried in vain to stop the bleeding. The blond gritted his teeth hard as his ribcage throbbed painfully. The two bottom ribs on his left side were bruised and his bottom right rib was broken. The blond struggled to breathe; every inhale making his ribs feel like they were on fire. The Death Scythe tried to focus his vision on the last pre-Kishin but it was no good. His vision was beginning to blur and darken; the pain and blood loss was too severe for him to remain conscious for long. The armored beast let out a low growl before swinging its tail straight at the wounded Death Scythe.
It was like everything was going in slow motion; Justin could see the beasts' tail coming towards him. He knew this strike would kill him if he didn't move. He tried to stand, but it was hopeless; he was too weak and disorientated to fight or dodge anymore. Slumping back against the tree fully the blond Death Scythe waited for the final blow to come. He could do nothing about it now…
'Oh Lord Death… please forgive me, your most faithful servant. I could not complete the task that you entrusted to me. I'm sorry…'
The blond closed his eyes, just waiting to feel his body break once more… but the hit never came. Instead the earth shook and the shelled Kishin roared out in rage. Snapping his eyes open Justin was meet with a strange sight. The turtle-like Kishin had been flipped onto its back and was now thrashing around, trying to right itself again. A blacked out figure jumped up onto the creatures' stomach; a large sword in their hand. The unidentified figure raised the broad sword above their head before plunging it into the beasts' soft underbelly. The pre-Kishin bellowed deeply as it was sliced straight down from the base of its throat to the center of its stomach. Enough blood to fill a swimming blood leaked from the deadly wound as the Kishin contorted and unraveled into nothingness. The only thing left was the glowing red sphere that was the evil creature's soul.
The injured Death Scythe could only stare at the figure dressed in black; this new arrival had taken out the last pre-Kishin in the area. And the person was heading straight for him. Justin was afraid; he didn't know what this person would do to him. He tried to move again, he tried to speak, but he could do nothing as the figure grew ever closer to his injured form.
"Don't worry; you're going to be alright." The figure spoke softly; the voice was muffled but Justin could tell that it was higher pitched and light.
A strange feeling washed over the blond Death Scythe as the hooded figure knelt down next to him. He had never felt such a feeling before; the sense of complete calm. His body relaxed on its own; whether it was from the person's words or the lack of blood in his body the priest wasn't sure. The figure grew hazier as Justin's vision darkened more and more. He didn't want to take his eyes off the figure, in case the person tried something. But his body was so sore and his head hurt from fighting the darkness in his vision. Finally he gave in to the darkness, his eyes slipping closed and his head lobbing to the side. He was out colder than ice.
The figure in black placed a shaking hand on the blond man's neck, his was still breathing but he had bleed a lot. There was no doubt about it now; this was the real Justin Law. The figure acted quickly, grabbing the unconscious man's left arm and pulling it over their shoulder. The hooded figure maneuvered their weight under the young man and slowly lifted him up. It was dead weight and the blond man was heavier than the figure but they managed to support the unconscious priest without much trouble. With a deep sigh the hooded figure began the slow, difficult task of hauling the blacked-out man somewhere safe.
Chapter End
Chapter one…complete! AWESOME!
Hope u all liked it alright…sorry about it being so long; I had to set up everything and such. The rest of the Chapters won't be this long.
Also, screw priestly talk! Justin was so hard to write darn it! I mean, I know how he talks and all but to actually try and write him (accurately) is a major pain in the ass!
My favorite part about this chapter was the flashback scène with Spirit and Shinigami-Sama, I don't use flashbacks much but I really liked this one. (My strange, failed attempted at some humor. :p)
Random Fact of the Day: Nondairy creamer is actually highly flammable. (Seriously, don't try to light it on fire at home. The fire department will have to come save you because you set your house on fire.)
Random Word of the Day:
Usurp- to seize or hold possession of something by force or without the legal right to do so.
(I'm weird… I know…)
Anyways… that's all for now.
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