I own nothing and I make no money doing this. It is for entertainment only. None of you could pay me even if you wanted to, and none of you ******s would want to anyways. Entitled little...
Fire everywhere, bullet holes filling the surrounding walls, blood covering the floor from bodies that had been sliced into pieces. Then, standing in the middle of it all, a lone figure with snow white hair and tanned skin, dressed in a blood red shroud and holding two curved blades.
"Another day, another world... another hundred lives." The Counter Guardian said, his voice tired. How many had he killed? To be honest, he had no idea. He couldn't have told anyone how many lives he had taken. Or how long he had been surviving as an assassin to the Will of Humanity. He couldn't even remember his own life anymore, his own loved one's names and faces blurred in the river of blood that was on his hands. His soul had been stripped down by time, even if his power remained strong.
The only thing he could remember clearly was a man's face, the face of the man who he had called his father. That joyous look in his eyes when that man had saved his life. He had once believed in Emiya's ideals, now it was a mockery that brought nothing but pain to him. He had followed those ideals and they had lead him to hell.
"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions." He mumbled as he looked around him.
He didn't really know who's blood he was standing in. These people were Yakuza member or something. He couldn't understand what could lead the Will of Humanity to believe that such people deserved the attention of a Counter Guardian, it hadn't been so much of a fight as a slaughter, but who was he to ask questions. He had sold her his soul and now he does as she tells him to. He kills and kills and kills some more. Not understanding why.
Sick of the blood that surrounded him, he preformed a teleportation, removing himself from the area.
From the top of a tower in the Japan of this world, the tired warrior sat, looking out over the city. He felt the supply of Pana keeping his stable being cut off as he was being told to return to the Throne of Heroes to await the next time he would be called upon to commit murder.
He resisted the force that tried to dispel him from the world. He had become better and better at doing this over the last eternity. Buying himself a few moments of rest from time to time. The strength of Gaia seemed weaker in this particular world that in most others. He would probably be able to spend a few days before losing the fight and falling to pieces. It didn't make him feel any better. Eternity was eternity, regardless of a few stolen minutes. He could only hope it annoyed someone. All he would do is sit around moping for a while before fading away again. This was his fate.
However, when you have an E rank luck, fate tends to change in the most unexpected manners. The Counter Guardian himself sure didn't see it coming.
The sound of rubber sliding against concrete and a thin plate of metal being slammed into stirred him from contemplating his self earned damnation. His eyes became like telescopes as he looked to were the sound had come from.
It was a bloody scene, though that didn't mean too much to the Counter Guardian. A small girl with dark purple hair, probably around eleven or twelve years old had been hit by a car. A sad twist of fate. Dying so young in a complete accident.
Her body had been hit hard and had rolled up and in through the windshield of the car. Glass cut through several places on her body and blood was pouring everywhere. Her stomach and the right side of her face had it the worst. The warrior could already tell she was more than likely going to die.
The Counter Guardian was going to turn his head away when he noticed something. The girl was clutching a small tiger stripped cat in her arms, holding it as if to try to protect it from the car crash. It seemed... odd to him.
As the child was rushed away to the hospital, the Counter Guardian decided to tag along, turning himself into his astral state in order to avoid prying eyes. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do. He felt somehow compelled to watch the girl, going so far as to stand in the room as they preformed the operation on her, removing the glass and damaged organs and hooking her up to the machines to keep her alive. He watched it all quietly as the doctors struggled to change the girl's fate.
Six hours later, and the girl was nearing deaths door. Her parents had been called, a mother and a step father. The Counter Guardian was disgusted with them both.
The step father had the gall to talk about his business meetings being disrupted by his step daughter dying. Acting as though the girl didn't matter at all.
The mother was only marginally better. When told that their was a chance to save her daughter with an organ transplant from the mother, the woman refused. It wasn't that hard to understand that a human being might find it difficult to trade their own life for another, even if it was their daughter. It was only made horrible by the fact that the woman openly declared that her daughter was a freak and that she didn't care.
"They let her kind reproduce in this world?" The Counter Guardian mumbled, shaking his head. He caught a bit of moment out of the corner of his eye. Somehow, the girl was awake. Her remaining left eye looked empty as she stared at the door to where they were talking about her. "Did she hear that?" The girl's eye moved towards the Counter Guardian where he stood in his astral form. The warrior knew it was a bad sign. If she could see him in that form, then she was coming closer and closer to death.
They stared at each other, his two silver eyes into her one purplish black. Then the warrior sighed. "How long has it been since I last saved someone of my own free will? Might as well give it a try." He reached up and did something that would have shocked anyone who saw it.
He removed ten of his magic circuits and condensed them into his right eye before pulling it clean out of its socket. Then he moved forward and implanted it into the girl's empty eye socket.
The girl's entire body reacted the to presence of the large mass of magical power. She tried to gasp, but the tube down her throat caused it to just be a splutter. All the instruments in the room began to go crazy and her heart rate, brain activity, and blood pressure all sky rocketed. She closed her eyes shut, her arms and legs convulsing from the pain.
"I am sorry, but in order for there to be a miracle, you will need to endure through the pain." The Magus said, blood dripping down from his closed right eye, though he didn't seem concerned. "Do not worry. It shouldn't last long."
The doctors rushed into the room, all of them trying to figure out what was going on. The sure amount of shouting made it impossible to hear anyone clearly. They were removing the bandages, prepared to do what they must to try to save the girl's life, but when it truly started, all of the men and women went quiet to simply stare in awe.
The flattened stomach from the girl's removed organs began to swell up, the cuts that littered her body were disappearing rapidly. Her breathing slowly became more stable and she calmed down. Finally, her eyes drifted back open, one the same black as before, but in the eye socket where the doctors had removed her damaged eye, was a deep silver eye.
"What in the world?" One of the doctors whispered in shock, but the girl didn't listen to them. As all of the monitors started to show normal readings, her eyes drifted back closed and she went to sleep.
The Counter Guardian smirked as he felt his master's outrage at what he had just done, but at the same time, he had given up what time he had left to preform this ritual. "Well, I suppose it is time I get going." He said as his body decayed away. "Have a good life, my little Familiar."
Archer find Chrome after a job and implants part of his body and a good deal of magic circuits into her, turning her into his Familiar and saving her life. So now Archer and the girl are connected to one and other.
I think the two of them would be funny together. Archer is a sarcastic ass and Chrome is too direct and innocent for him to get worked up.
It will also be funny to see how Archer reacts when he finds out that Chrome wanted to have just died in that hospital room because she felt her life lacked meaning. He'd probably get a good laugh out of it.
With about a third of the magical power of a Heroic Spirit along with her illusions, she would probably create some waves in the Mafia world.