Chapter 1: A Grim Beginning
A/N: A little short, I know, but I start my fanfics like this.
He stared at the drop of blood that slowly fell from his hand as it hit the small puddle of blood of blood. He looked at the poor man on the old metal floor, who was bleeding from his ears as well as a puddle of blood on his side. The man was wearing a gray jumpsuit, which was had a short sword stuck to his side, making it bloody. The man had the face of a man in his thirties. His short hair to the side which made nothing to hide his terrified face. He was shivering of fear staring at the figure. It looked like a person wearing the classical Rare Hunter outfit, which consisted of the purple cloak with the Millenium Eye symbol on the top part of the hood and the golden chain close to the neck( for a picture check my profile.) He also looked at the surroundings. The room seemed really old, part of an old building. Due to the darkness, and the only light going in being moonlight that shined from an old broken window on the side. It showed a door, perpendicular to a hallway, that seemed to consist of the same old materials. The person was wearing the Rare Hunter stared at the man, as his eyes glowed red, and his right palm emitted a soft pink glow.
"Dico mihi suum locus.(Tell me their location. )" asked the purpled-cloaked person, in a serious tone, to the man on the floor. The man panicked more.
"I-I-I don't know!" stuttered the man, as he felt weaker from the blood leaving his body. "L-l-et m-m-me go!" The purple-cloaked person expression seem to be the same serious face, although the darkness of the room could have hided an expression of anger. He took a step towards the blood puddle and bent his knees as he got closer. The man who was bleeding seemed to be paralyzed, perhaps too scared to move.
"O castitas lilium(the lily of purity)" said the purple-cloaked person as he pulled a beautiful white water lily. He slowly placed it carefully on the puddle of blood, as it started floating as if it was water. Then, the lily slowly started to turn black, as it started to die, and some of it's petals breaking. "immunda(impure)" The purple-cloaked figure pulled his short sword of the side of the man as more blood came from the body as the puddle grew. The short sword seemed to have ancient runes inscribed in them which glowed a light pink as well. The purpled-cloaked figure stood up and looked at the short sword, as blood slowly dripped from it as it had done from is hand. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood off with a single swipe of his tongue. He kept the blood in his mouth and spat it out. "Vestri feculentia planto vos nequam. Genitus(Your impurity makes you worthless. Be gone.)" said the purple-cloaked figure man as he threw the dagger at the man's forehead, ending his life. He slowly walked towards the dead man to retrieve his dagger but didn't heard the footsteps from the hallway.
"Stupid Slifer slackers, with their stupid whining." said Dr. Crowler to himself as he started mocking the Slifer Red students. " 'I got wedgied by an obelisk', 'I wanna go home." He amused himself as he walked through the corridor and noticed the opened door. He looked to the side to spot the dead man on the floor, with a puddle of blood to his side and the purple-cloaked figure pulling out the dagger from the man's head. Dr. Crowler let out a gasp as he took a step back. The figure looked to the corridor, his expression remained the same. His eyes glew red again as he examined Dr. Crowler in his fearful fright.
"What is going on? Mr. Stof?" asked Dr. Crowler as he looked at the body. "He's dead!" The purple-cloaked figure examined Dr. Crowler once more.
"Vos es Dr. Crowler , pulvis vos(You are Dr. Crowler, aren't you)" said the purple-cloaked man with a smooth voice. Dr. Crowler took another step back.
"What? I don't speak Latin, or whatever language that is." said Dr. Crowler as he examined the situation. He knew whoever he was dealing with, was capable of killing and because of the purple-cloaked man's calmness, Dr. Crowler could tell that the purple-cloaked man was comfortable with killing. The purple-cloaked man lifted his ring hand showed his palm at Dr. Crowler, signaling a stop. On his palm, he had a snail pattern on his hand, that was outlined by a pink glow. Pink waves seemed to emit from his palm as they seemed to go through the walls.
"We shall meet again, Dr. Crowler." said the Purple-cloaked man, in English as he took a couple of steps back and faded through the wall. Dr. Crowler was speechless. He just ran towards his colleague and checked his vital signs.
"Mr. Stof…" said Dr. Crowler as he checked Mr. Stof's vital signs. There weren't any. "What did he want with you?" Dr. Crowler dug through his outfit and pulled a cell phone. He started dialing the number. "Chancellor Shepard, we have a problem." Then he noticed the black, dead, lily. He slowly touched it and it broke up, leaving the petals to fall on the puddle of blood.