Allo all~ BoredomxIsxThexEnemy here, publishing my first story on . This story was originally posted (by me under the same pin name) on , but I wanted to post it here and see if I got any reviews. After all I would love some feedback on how to improve it. So enjoy.
It was a snowy day in a small village somewhere in China. The streets were busy with people buying things from the merchant stands setup along the sides of the street. In the middle of it all stood a man with long black hair, and orange eyes.
Chase's P.O.V.
"Tch.....what a pathetic town," Chase mumbled to himself, "but there's a power here that has caught my attention. Perhaps it is not as worthless as it appears." He crossed his arms and started down the northbound street. He had barely gone twenty feet (6 meters) when he heard shouts and pounding feet behind him.
"STOP! THIEF!"
"STOP HER!"
"IT'S THE WITCH!"
He turned around to see what was going on when he sensed the same power that had drawn him here approach. He uncrossed his arms and waited for it to get closer. It was a raw, unrefined power, so he had no doubt that if things turned ugly he could easily win.
Chase looked from person to person trying to decide who was releasing such a large amount of power when his eyes fell upon a young girl running from a group of rather large (and unhappy) men. The girl had been looking over her shoulder as she ran (she was sticking her tongue out at the men) so she had yet to notice Chase, obviously since she was on a direct collision course with him.
As she grew closer she must have grown tired of mocking the men because she turned her head to face Chase. Her facial features remained calm as she started to move a few feet to the left to avoid colliding with him. He stepped in front of her. Now she tried moving to the right, and he blocked her again. At this point a vein had become visible on her forehead. He smirked and waited for her to come to a stop, but she kept running. Chase realized she had no intention of stopping and began to wonder what her plan was. She closed her eyes and began to whisper something to herself. "….scatter," was all he could make out.
The wind picked up and black leaves began to swirl around the girl. Just as she was close enough that he could reach out and grab her she disappeared along with the power he was sensing. A few seconds passed and he could sense the power pulsating a short distance behind him. He turned around and saw the girl appear with black leaves surrounding her. She stumbled and coughed before she straightened up and continued running.
By this time the men were behind him panting and cursing under their breath. "You idiot! You let her escape!" The apparent leader of the group screamed at him.
"Perhaps you should try running faster," Chase said smirking, "rather sad that a little girl could outrun you."
"Why you- I'll crush you for that!" the man screamed throwing a rather sloppy punch at him. Chase could have easily stepped aside to avoid the blow, but instead he just simply held up his hand and took hold of his fist. A shocked expression appeared on the man's face followed by and irritated look. He stepped back and Chase released his hand. Then he tried his other hand, unfortunately for him this punch was worse than the last. This time Chase pushed his hand away and punched him in the face. The force of the blow threw him back into the other men.
The men who weren't knocked over began to help the men who were knocked over back to their feet. One of them reached down to help the man Chase had punched, but he refused it and got up to his feet. "You idiots! Go after the girl I'll deal with him," he said as he popped his knuckles. Chase smirked and let the men run pass him as he waited for the man to make his move first.
"You'll regret making me mad, I'll make sure of that," the man said popping his knuckles.
"We'll see," Chase replied with a broadening smirk. The man growled and clasped his hands together as he lifted them over his head. He let out some sort of battle cry as he brought his fist down on top of Chase. He quickly moved a step back and the man hit the ground Chase had just been standing on. His blow created a crater roughly 3 feet (about a meter) in diameter. His arms were buried in the rubble and he was trying with all his might to pull them back out.
"Here let me help you," Chase said as he took hold of the man's throat. He lifted him in the air with one hand and made a fist with his free hand. He punched the man in the stomach and at the same time released the man's throat. The man flew back into the air and before gravity could even begin to pull him down Chase was behind him and delivered a kick to his back that sent him straight into the air. As the man flew into the air he slowly opened his eyes only to see Chase Young before him, and that was the last thing the man remembers seeing. Chase pressed both of his feet into the man's stomach which sent him flying back into the street.
His impact made a crater about 12 feet (3 ½ meters) in diameter and 3 feet (about a meter) deep. Chase gracefully landed on the edge of the crater and looked down at the man. He was still breathing, barely but breathing none the same. He sighed as he realized that he had held back a little too much. He turned around and began to walk down the street when he felt an even stronger power nearby. He began to walk towards the source of the power when a loud explosion shook the ground. His walk turned into a sprint and as he approached the power he saw the source of the explosion.
A large suit of armor stood at the entrance of an alley. It was made of jet black metal and it was clearly empty. There was a gap between the pieces of armor and where the would-be-joints of a man would be, blue spheres that had an ominous glow floated. It held in one hand a very large claymore with the end of it resting on its shoulder. The group of men that had been with the first man, were cowering in front of the being, some had been knocked over and stared up at it from the ground. The being took a few steps toward the men and began to fall apart. Quickly, it lifted it blade and brought it down toward the men, but before it could reach them the sword shattered. The fragments vaporized before they even hit the ground. The creature turned and held its hand out toward something in the alley before it faded away into oblivion.
"W-what w-wa-was that?" one of the men said.
"I-it was so-some kind of d-demon," another said.
"That g-g-girl she cr-created it," yet another said.
"Then we should get rid of her," one of the biggest ones said. He was slightly trembling as he walked toward the alley. "Well come on guys, she's out cold, she can't create another," the man said trying to assure the men as well as himself. Slowly the others began to walk toward the alley.
That's when Chase got involved. He leapt in front of the men and crossed his arms. "I don't think you'll be bothering that girl anymore," he said.
"Move it pal. You have no idea what that witch is capable of," one of the men said.
"I think I do," Chase replied, "that's exactly why I can't let you kill her." Chase uncrossed his arms. There was a twisted look of disgust and anger across the men's faces.
"You're making a big mistake," the new "leader" of the group said, "if you get out of our way now we'll let you stay in one piece." The other men began to puff out their chests and cross their arms, each one was smirking. The scene made Chase chuckle.
"Do you really think you can beat me?" Chase replied smirking back.
"Look around you, you're surrounded! There's no way you could possibly take on all of us at the same time!" One of the men called out. The men began to step toward Chase, some calling out taunts and others laughing at him. Chase's smirk grew, and he turned to the man to his left (he happened to be closest) and took a hold of his neck, than he threw the man into the group to his right, knocking 3 of them over. The other men paused for a moment deciding if they should be more afraid or irritated at the man. They must have decided upon irritated because the group began to charge at Chase.
"I have grown bored of this," Chase said. He let out an irritated sigh as he turned into his dragon form. The men skidded on their heels, some even fell over, as they tried to stop and run the other direction. It took about 30 seconds for the entire street to become empty.
Chase smirked and turned his attention to the girl in the alley. She was lying on her side, staring at Chase. It was the first time Chase had gotten a good look at her. Her eyes seemed empty, she must have been unconscious, and her hair was long, matted, and mud was streaked through it. Her clothes were at least 2 sizes too big, and her hands and bare feet were covered with scratches and bruises. Chase returned to his human form and took a step toward the girl. The alley surrounding them began to fade and swirl. It was soon replaced with a wasteland. Broken pillars and cracked walls loomed where, chase assumed, buildings once stood. Dark creatures that had the form of large dogs ran down streets of bodies piled upon each other. A large tower stood in the center of all the chaos and a voice rang out from it. "This is the world you seek is it not dark one?"
Chase was briefly taken back by this, but soon recovered his calm disposition. "And what concern of it is yours?" He replied to the voice.
"My only concern is to serve you dark one, after all you've saved my life," the voice remained calm as it continued, "No matter what dark future you seek, you have my service and loyalty." The scenery began to fade and return to the alley that Chase had been standing in; only this time the girl was not in sight. "What is it that you call yourself dark one?" The same voice from the vision spoke from behind him. He turned around and looked down at the girl.
Chase stared at the girl for a brief moment before answering. He was surprised that she had been able to sneak behind him without him becoming aware of her presence. "I am Chase Young," he responded still staring at the girl.
She bowed and replied, "Master Chase, I am at your service." Chase smirked. That was much easier than he could have hoped.