(Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Caliber because Namco does. You Can't Sue us now HA HA)

(This is a joint story brought to you by Mechwarrior21(Owner of Kenneth) and Fasti (Owner of Wind) )

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It would have been a normal day, the sun was shining and there was not a cloud in the sky. It would have been a perfect day for a young couple walking on a path towards the woods, until a man ran past them like his life depended on it. A minute or two later, another man appeared. He was wearing a pair of loose fighting pants, a loose shirt and a pair of black boots. His dark grey clock was whipping in the wind, revealing his muscular body. He was a good six feet tall. His black hair was blowing into his blue eyes and on the left side of his face, a scar that ran from the top of his head, through his left eye and down to his cheek was visible. He held a serious look that would cause even a statue to cringe. He slowly walked down the path, following the man.

He ran. The man was running away from him. He had no idea what was happening. He stopped behind a tree and listened. No footsteps can be heard. "I must have gotten away from him" he thought. He had no idea what that person wants. He just burst into his room. He had at least 4 guards guarding him against intruders but this man had taken them down like flies. During the fight, he managed to sneak out but he walked out and pursued him. He looked again, starting to feel relieved that he escaped. He heard a slight humming noise that grew louder until it was in his ears. He then noticed a pair of half-moon shotels on either side of his neck. He slowly turned around and looked at the person who was holding them. He looked at the person who had pursued him for the last half-hour.

"I'll give you anything, just let me live!" he pleaded.

"Anything?" the man in black asked.

"Anything," he replied, with a little twing of hope in his voice.

"How about," the man in black said, "your life?" he finished and with a quick flick of his wrist, cut his head off.

He picked up the head and walked towards town. The man in black was named Kenneth, but he is known as Shadow, because no matter where his target ran, it was like trying to run away from your shadow. Impossible. He was a mercenary, one of the best. Despite his hard appearance, he's quite a nice guy. He only had a hard personality because he's on a mission. (A/N: Think of Vash from Trigun) He walked into a room where his contact, named John was waiting for him. He walked to him and tossed the head onto the table. John examined the head. He turned to Kenneth.

"Well, I knew you can do it. You're one….." He started.

"Money?" Kenneth interrupted, holding his hand out.

"Oh, here," John replied, giving him some money. Kenneth took the bundle and counted it. A second later, he pocketed it.

"Thanks. Hope to do business with you again," he said cheerfully before leaving.

Kenneth smiled. "I at least get a decent meal and somewhere to sleep" he thought, walking down the streets, looking for somewhere to eat. He stopped when he saw an old woman and a child being harassed for money. He sighed and drew one shotel his sheath on his back. He went up and tapped one of the men on his shoulder.

"What do ya….." he started before losing one leg to the shotel. His henchmen turned and started to walk towards him, swords drawn, wanting revenge for what he did to their leader. Kenneth flicked his wrist and they all lost their heads, literally. The leader, seeing this tried to crawl away, only to see a shotel point at his face.

"Going somewhere?" Kenneth asked, looking down at him.

"N, N, No," the leader sputtered.

"Good, now hand over the money," Kenneth ordered. The man handed him over the money he took from the lady.

"Good, now get outta my sight. You've got ten seconds," Kenneth said. The guy crawled as fast as his arms can take him. He walked back to the lady and gave her the money that was stolen from her.

"Thank you," she said.

"No problem," Kenneth replied before going to eat.

Around an hour later, Kenneth walked towards the forest. He was going to the next town. Someone wanted meet him for another contract. He sighed, "Why does everyone get me instead of someone else?" he thought. But this was 1870, everyone needed some kind of money to survive. He walked into the forest and tripped on a rock.

"Damn stupid rock," he grumbled, getting up. He noticed a red glow from where the rock was. He picked up a piece of metal that gave off a slight aura. He pocketed it and walked on. A stomach ache suddenly hit him, making him kneel on the ground. The pain intensified and just as it started, it ended suddenly. "Must have been the fish, knew it was slightly off," he thought, walking towards the town, but not knowing that he was not in his time anymore.

(Meanwhile, in another time line)

The world was a dark and lonely place far in time, a lone figure walked down the shattered asphalt road his black cloak whipping in the winds. He was tall a good six feet five if not more and had an athletic build. He walked into one of the deserted buildings, it was dark but a single light in the room illuminated a table and four chairs. He moved to the darkest corner of the room, his black pants and cloak easily hid him in the darkness.

He heard talking loud and happy, he smiled grimly. Mobsters, the lowlife scum of the partially abandoned city. Three men entered the room. He flipped his scanning visor over his right eye, both eyes tinted red from heavy radiation, with an inaudible click, it was set into place. As each man sat down he looked at each one in turn then whispered "Scan," the minicomputer on the side of his head began to process the command and vibrated a little indicating that it was scanning. The vibrating annoyed him he felt it significantly because the metal of the computer was fused to his skull.

The computer identified each person, "Subject #1 Gerald Keroff, leader of the Fybrian-Skyes mafia. Subject #2 Josef Gulave, hired mercenary. Subject #3 Unidentified." The computer finished. "Weaponry?" he asked, the computer clicked for a few seconds using the x-ray scanner, "Subject #2 and #3 each have the PLV 44 Pistol, subject #1 has an over modified PPK5" the man nodded, he drew his gun, not ever making a sound.

He unconsciously smiled as the gun and visor helped him target the mercenary and the unidentified person. An M shaped crosshair appeared on each of their bodies and both were locked on their heads. He gripped his gun, feeling the wide barrel brush against his left arm, he took aim and from the darkness shot and a bolt of lightning which in mid flight split in two and fried both men's body's and minds on the spot leaving nothing but two charred corpses. Keroff drew his gun when he saw the black mist descend after the short burst of wind and bright flash of lightning. He had heard about the man known as the Assassin of the Black Wind, he did not want to meet him in person though.

The man known as the Assassin of the Black Wind came out into the light where just few of his features could be seen. His jet black gun gleaming in the harsh overhead light. The mob leader stood up and faced Wind. "What do you want?" Gerald asked, Wind did not reply. Gerald saw the M shaped crosshair move about on the visor. "I want…" Wind paused for a moment then walked to the door and shot a red bullet into the flooring right next to the mob leader's foot. "Your life." He finished. As Wind left the building he pressed a button on his wristband and the building with the mob leader inside was engulfed in black fire. He was not only a gun user, but also a user of black magic.

Wind had a unique personality. He trusted anybody as far as he could throw a car, he cared about anyone as much as he cares about trash, and he had the love and helpfulness of a serial killer. His heart was as black as coal and as cold as ice.

As he was walking down the deserted street with his back turned to the smouldering building he spotted a red glow. He walked over to where the glow was coming from. Surprising him a metal shard with some kind of flesh on it was producing it, he quickly scanned it but noting came up for the DNA of the cells. The aura of the fragment made him pick it up and put it in his pocket without reason and walked towards the teleportation site.

As he stepped into the teleporter it shrouded him in white light, a strange feeling manifested itself in Wind's stomach, he felt the usual shifting of dimensions occur as normal only this time he did not appear in the city he wanted to, he appeared over a lake surrounded by dense forest. As Wind hit the water he could only wonder what strange force had ripped him from the year 2170.

(A/N: Please R&R)