R.I.P. or Go Mad

Frevel City, NY. Mid-Night, one year ago...

In the dark the shimmering red liquid on the street was oddly alluring. COME BOY, LET US SPEAK SOMEWHERE MORE PRIVATE. The the crimson moved along the asphalt and I followed it. Only an hour after school but looking at the sky you'd think it was mid-night, I couldn't even find that stupid laughing moon. A light? I thought catching a large green glow from an alley.

I walked into the alley thinking I was off the sanguine trail, so caught up in the green that I didn't even notice the trail curved in the same direction. PLEASE, CONTINUE. As I peered around the corner I found a floating green ball with a small tear on what I assumed to be a face. Looking around I saw no immediate danger and approached it. I proceeded to do a lap around it, viewing it from every angle. At certain points small chains could be seen holding it in place. I'M HOLDING IT FOR YOU. This is a soul, isn't it? Does that mean somebody's dead? I asked myself. Deciding to call authorities I pulled out my cell phone. WHY CALL IT IN? YOU COULD HAVE IT ALL TO YOURSELF.

I stopped halfway through dialing the number for the police. Before I knew it my phone was back in my pocket and my arm was out stretched towards the helpless soul. Retracting my hand, I hesitated. C'mon D, there are rules against eating human souls. RULES? IF YOU EAT THAT SOUL YOU CAN DO WHATEVER IT IS YOU PLEASE. I blinked and suddenly felt something warm in my hands. Opening my eyes I found was the soul, still held in place by the chains.

I'm not an Kishen egg. WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT BEING A KISHEN? Weapons aren't supposed to eat human souls. That was the rule I had heard since I found out I was a demon weapon. Even so, I was unable to loosen my grip on the soul. No matter how much I tried my fingers kept the soul trapped in place. I will not become a Kishin and infect the world with that stupid madness.

ONCE AGAIN, NO ONE SAID ANYTHING ABOUT BECOMING A KISHIN. Through my struggling my hand lurched forward, easily snapping the small chains holding the soul in place. YOU ARE DAMIAN LEX, THE DEMON CHAIN. I felt my jaw drop, and head go back. AND YOU WANT TO BREAK ALL THE RULES! I could feel the soul touch my tongue and I hated it. DELICIOUS, ISN'T IT? I couldn't stop, my body was moving of its own accord and all I could do was scream. So I did. "Gaaaaah!"

Espiazione Island, NY. Present...

"Prisoner number 2504, it's time." The guard says rattling the bars with his nightstick. "Wake up."

"But I was having my favorite dream." I sarcastically yawned. "And by the way my name isn't 'Prisoner number 2504', it's Damian." Getting up from my bed I looked out my cells window to the yard. A night just like back then, except that stupid moon's laughing just like it should be. After stretching I walked up to my cell doors and the guard waved to his left. A buzzer sounds and the metal bars slide open. The instant I got into the hallway the guard tightly grabbed my arm. "Oh come on, I have to do everything in cuffs and now I can't even walk to my death without you holding me?"

"Those handcuffs are the only thing stopping you from turning into a weapon. Besides, you may be eighteen but your more trouble than the other inmates." He answers. "Every time that your cell has opened, you've tried to breakout." Well, I've gotta give him that. I had been on death row since two weeks after 'that incident', and I had attempted to breakout approximately three hundred and twenty times.

"Well if the 'justice system' would hurry up and come through, I wouldn't even be here." I sighed as we got closer to the room where I'll be legally murdered.

"And another thing, you've claimed innocence more in one year than the others do in five." I thought about saying 'that's because I actually didn't do it.' but I figured that'd be the same as saying the other people here are all guilty. They could've been in the wrong place at the wrong time just like me. "You were caught red-handed. The police found you with a strong human soul in your mouth."

"Look, I didn't-"

"Whatever, your lucky they stopped you from swallowing it or the DWMA would've taken care of you." He nagged as though my situation here was so much better. If I had eaten the soul then some meister weapon team would've taken me out. Now the state's going to do it instead. Doesn't make much difference to me, matter a fact being killed by Death sounds more fun. Choosing not to continue this conversation further I remained silent until we reached our destination.

We made it to a solid wood door, the first door that I've seen with a knob instead of bars since I've been here. As the guard put the key in the door I felt my heartbeat become heavy. What the hell? I wondered hoping he couldn't hear the thuds from my chest. I knew this was coming, I can't be scared. The white walls and lights went black and the brown door lit blue. It was like someone was showing me the negatives for the prison. My pulse got even heavier and I found it difficult to move. "Demon Chain?" From seemingly nowhere a female voice flows into my ear. I could see that the guard was saying something but it wasn't him I heard. "Demon Chain, do you… want to die?"

"No." I answered aloud, though I'm pretty sure the voice is in my head. "There's a lot I want to do." The door to my execution chamber opened and the guard pushed me forward.

"Good, me either." The voice replies. I searched my memories for any voice that matched this one that just appeared in my head. I found nothing, the voice was too beautiful for me to compare it to anything else. So why does it know me?

I felt myself being strapped down to a standing-table and my handcuffs removed. I tried to transform but the restraints seemed to work the same way as the handcuffs leaving me unable to do anything. The mouths of the people in the room continued to move but I still couldn't hear them over my own heart and the girl's voice. "Why's my heart beating so quickly, they didn't even inject me yet."

"Don't be silly," The voice giggled. "that's not your heart." I don't know why but that happy tone was contagious, I even laughed a bit.

"What is it then?" I asked but after finishing my question the answer suddenly struck me.

An answer which we spoke together. "That's the sound of our souls resonating." The natural colors of the world came back in waves before becoming solid. All happening just in time for me to be blinded by sunlight coming from a large hole that appeared in the wall. The guards reacting quickly drawing pistols and pointing them to the breach as an alarm sounded. A girl wearing a black Mardi Gras style half-mask stepped through with a sign hanging from the high collar of her jacket. 'Will you be my weapon?' Sadly, that wasn't even the strangest part. What the hell? When I looked out of my cell it was night... wasn't it?