SPLITTER
How much LONGER?! Ugh, I SWEAR these Mobians…
Be patient with them. You know what happened last time we went out of control, don't you?
'Course I do. But now I think they're just asking for it!
The silvery hog tapped his foot on the restaurant's floor. He always had these two in head, his voices, and it was, really, like two separate parts of his conscience. But they were him, too; the first, groaning one made his foot tap, and the other one was making sure he didn't start calling out how bad the service was. He wore a brown coat, gray dress pants and an odd black one piece like a swimsuit. He also wore black fingerless gloves and aviator sunglasses.
"Here you go, kid," the barkeep slid the soda towards him. "Where're you from?"
Oh, the calm one flinched with his body. I forgot that this is a small town.
"Well, up north, near Holoska," he lied in a mumble. His snow-white mane gave him the idea. Barkeep bought it as he cleaned a glass. The place was dead, like the only customers were unseen spirits. But even that wasn't true.
The hog had finished his soda and set the empty can down when the doors to the place busted open behind him, laughing. They moved towards the bar and took up all the seats beside him, until he was tossed off his own by the last one. He growled.
That—
Don't do it. Don't start a fight. Let's just pay for the soda and get out of here.
He thought about it and decided to toss the barkeep a five-coin. "Keep the change," he grumbled as he walked outside.
"WHAT THE #$#%?! WHICH ONE OF YOU # %- $# %&^$%# &$%#$ %$-UP MY BIKE?!"
"Problem, Fluffy?" the guy who shoved him out of his seat snickered.
I'll kick his— Then he noted the line of motorcycles that were on the other side of the building. He spotted the jerk's one, a very expensive, pimped-up bike. He wheeled both his bike and the jerk's into an alley.
Not in of caravan's interest anymore, he disassembled the bike before the douche decided to emerge from the restaurant. Like the hog, he too, was pretty PO'd.
"Problem, douchebag?"
"I'll freaking kill you!" His beefy hand clamped around his furry neck and slammed him against the wall.
"Kill…Pwaaah!" he started cackling loudly, nearly crying. His body started to gleam with a bright light, then his silhouette split in half, escaping grip of the jerk.
There were two of him. The one who was laughing was dressed oddly, wearing one striped arm warmer, black fingerless gloves, the leather one-piece, earrings, and black jeans with a different color crotch. He held a black pointed hat his right hand.
"Kill us? Ahaha. Yeah, right. You can't kill us with just anything, ahahahah!"
"You idiot," the other one, smartly dressed, holding a staff with a huge blade on it. "Don't you see that he knows about us now?"
"Oh puh-leeze, Reaper," the punk retorted. "He threatened to kill us, remember?"
"And you know that Mobians can't kill us. Not when we're one."
"Oh!"-he tripped the fleeing Mobian and planted a foot on him. "Not so fast buddy. We still need to figure out what to do with you, since you've seen what we are, and that you threatened to kill us."
"Wahh-wah-what the $#% are you?!"
"Oh. We're Fluffy, remember, you douche?"
The quiet one growled as he fixed his sunglasses. "He said "what", not "who", Witch. We are the two halves of a Splitter: a Mobian with two types of blood in his system, capable of dividing himself into the two creatures of his blood; in this case, a Grim Reaper—"
"And a Witch!" The punk kicked the Mobian into the wall as he said it. "Now you're gonna get it, 'cause that bike you tipped was our $# &% broom, %#$%#*!" He grabbed the confused one by clutching the collar. "You have any idea what that can do to us, you stupid $ #%*# IMBECILLE?!"
"I'm sorry-sorrry, pleeease don't—"
"Oh, you'd better be lucky it's in tip-top- $#%# condition, #$ %-wad, otherwise we'd be so #$ %ed that you'd be $#%& in the after-#$ %&-life, GET IT, #%^$#*?!"
"WAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
"SO WE'RE JUST GONNA KICK YOUR #*$% AROUND UNTIL WE FEEL BETTER, $#%*#!"
"You're an idiot, you know that, right? We just beat up some guy because he tipped our bike."
"You mean our broom," retorted the Witch half. "Our broom's never been tampered with before. We don't know what's gonna happen to us if she gets broken!" He diligently eyed their motorcycle as he wheeled her along. The Reaper let out an agreeing, defeated sigh.
They both shrugged simultaneously. They felt like they were supposed to be twins that somehow got screwed up and became a splitting only child. And they had to be a Witch-and-Reaper too!
"Look, we just need to be more careful about where we leave our broom, okay?" the Witch offered. "That way we don't get $#%ed about idiots who screw with her."
"Fair enough," the Reaper agreed. They walked alongside each other as the sun set behind them, their shadows crossing and becoming one. If they were together, there would be two shadows, but for now, there was one.
"Do you think about our parents, Reaper?"
"Sometimes… We try to figure out how this ever happened … since Witches and Reapers are enemies, it's hard to picture why we're here."
"D'you think they loved each other?"
"…Goddess knows," he said, but they prayed in their heart that they did. Why else would they let him live if they hated the child who reminded them of each other?
They walked for a few blocks down until they came across a cathedral with dark stained-glass windows. The Witch parked his broom along the door and walked in with the Grim Reaper.
The rows of pews were empty as they walked down the aisle. The window's art shone along the floor as the sun died out.
The stained glass depicted a beautiful Mobian holding a locked box, surrounded by young ones. The next was the box in full detail; thick, jeweled, gold-edged silver box, a masterpiece. Then, it was unhinged, releasing screaming, horrid faces on the young Mobians in a plume of black. The last was a glowing gentle light coming out afterwards.
They kneeled at the end of the chapel, in front of another depiction of the beautiful Mobian with the box, and began to pray:
"O Merciful Pandora, Great Mother, please watch over us, an unworthy Splitter born of Witch and Grim Reaper, that we may be able to evade those who would pursue us.
"Heavenly Mother, please watch over our parents, that if we cross paths we will not be a danger or a burden to them, since they were brave and kind enough to let us live a good life as a Mobian, knowing neither of Witch- nor Reaper-kind until we were too old not to.
"O Pandora, if it be your will, please let us find a way to end this feud between your children as we are both Witch and Reaper. Please also let us be able to discover who our parents were without bringing hurt, harm or danger upon them. Merciful Mother, please let us also know if they loved us and each other as well.
"Please forgive us of our sins and shortcomings, Dear Lady. In your name we pray…"-Silver fused together and looked straight ahead with gleaming amber eyes, "Amen."