Somber fog glided through the skies of Death City. Sure, the city always had an eerie atmosphere, but nothing compared to what it was now. Stepping outside, the rancid smell of rotting flesh stung your nostrils, the lingering, dirty taste of blood nearly choked you… The once modest town became an unsuitable place to live. Many people tried to flee in attempt to protect themselves and their families. However, leaving wasn't easy, and let me just say that struggle of leaving resulted in the sky-rocketing mortality rate.
Why were things this way? You might be asking yourself. I could give you the explanation the regime abides by, 'This world is unsafe, undirected, misunderstood, and we have the opportunity to annihilate threats to improve our living', which is the biggest fucking pile of garbage. The honest truth begins with the fall of the Death Weapon Meister Academy, and Medusa Gorgon.
During my final year at the Academy, after the Kishin Asura was defeated and the village's havoc subsided, was when it all happened. A night that no one would forget, at exactly midnight was when our school flood with an infamous liquid, the black blood, the creation of the wench Medusa.
The fluid began pouring into Doctor Stein's classroom, where most of us students were. Spurting out from the grout of ceiling and floor tiles, it began drenching everything inside. Frantically we all made a run for it, opening the only exit of the room, the door. The gore chased down the hall with us, solidifying objects, and students it came in contact with. I felt every muscle in my body become powered by adrenaline, and I kept going until there was no way to run.
The carnage made everyone forget reality for awhile. Especially me… I forgot my purpose, my bravery, all my knowledge, everything I had trained for came down to a moment like this, and I was aghast, watching the world slip away.
Until I heard a dismayed scream of help. I could recognize that voice from across the world. Maka. I instantly slammed myself into a wall to halt my sprinting, looking behind me, watching my partner become engulfed by the black blood. I tried to scream, I tried to run back to help her, but no sound came out and my body was paralyzed of shock. I was quickly hoisted over one of my peer's shoulders and carried onward with the escape. I watched the corpse of the most delicate, beautiful body become tainted with evil.
The whole town became debris from the black blood attack. Eventually, a new wave of union came and began to take over the survivors, turning a society of prudent nature into a controlled and ordered system. Their first call of action was to incinerate what remained of the Academy, after taking a body count and recording everyone who was alive, dead, or M.I.A.. The second was the unbelievable slaughter of Death.
I haven't been the same person since that day. That day occurred exactly ten years ago. Since, there has been a manhunt for anyone whose body was left unaccounted for in the Academy. Being a survivor, more importantly being a Weapon, the rule forced me into working to find the missing Meisters. I had a "job" working at the confinement building, being told to slaughter anyone who came in for capture. I've killed, no, murdered, five people I knew against my will.
Today, I lay forlorn in the room I'm stuck in for the rest of my life. I am going to die in this room, my last breath is going to be of stale air and my last meal is going to be of nearly raw foods. I'm going to see four, grey cement walls, which metaphorically could relate to me, feeling like a prisoner for someone else's doing.
Hearing a piddling knock coming from my door, I sat up in my bed and stretched my arms forward, "Yes?" I called back to whomever was on the other side.
"S-Soul?" a childish voice. It was Patti, the only Weapon (whom I know of), that survived along with me. I forced myself up and out of bed, and over to the door where I opened it to meet the fragile girl. Her eyes were red and strained from crying.
"What's wrong, Patricia?" waving my hand to indicate it was okay for her to enter. Taking small, feeble steps with her head bowed down, Patti sat on the wooden stool near the window.
"I had another nightmare." she confessed, looking up at me in fear. Her face was scarred and disfigured from the killings she was involved in. Being an easy target, Patti's victims always fought back to her.
"Oh." I swallowed hard, coming back over to my bed, sitting on the edge of it to look opposite of her direction, "I get those all the time too."
"I hate it, I really hate it, I hate this. I hate this life," she shifted out of the chair and onto my bed next to me, leaning her head against my shoulder. I lifted my hand to cup the scars on her face, stroking them gently.
"I hate it, too. You're not alone."
"Will it ever go away? Can I ever be with my sister and Kid again?"
I paused, hesitant to know if Patti knew the truth about her friends. I honestly had no idea what happened to them. "Well, where are they?" I asked stupidly.
"Besides in my dreams, I don't know. I hope they are okay."
"I'm sure they are!" I practically choked on what a damn lie that was.
"I really miss them."
Patti's cries were quickly interrupted by footsteps approaching down the hall, "We got one! We got one!"
"Oh, dear…" I huffed under my breath, watching Patti become overwhelmed with horror.
"It's them! It's them!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs. I could only imagine what she was envisioning in her broken mind.
"You stay here, you stay here, please." I tried to drag her comfortably into the warmth of my bed, but her body felt rigorous. I fought to get her down and calm, until I felt the back of my shirt being pulled by an assistant.
"You're needed, Mr. Evans." she said between pitch-black lipstick. I nodded, watching her go over to tend to Patti, who was wailing loud enough to shake the building. I left my room, and climb the flights of stairs up to the kill room.
Outside of the kill room was a black, full-body suit, that only showed the wearer's eyes. I quickly stumbled out of my casual attire and got into the suit that reeked of sweat. Along with the suit was an array of weapons. I usually always took whatever weapon I felt would make their death the fastest. I could already hear the muffled cries of my next victim, while I chose a samurai-like sword. I entered my code to unlock the door… 506. That number was a fucking joke.
"506… 506… 506…" I kept repeating to myself under my breath, as the gate carefully swung open. I stepped inside, pressed it closed, and looked across the room under the crimsoned light. I squinted my eyes, making out the silhouette of a young girl, most likely someone my age. She had long, flowing hair that she was hiding behind. Her body was trembling, but I could tell she was ready for a fight.
Not saying a word, I quickly lunged out my sword and ran to her. I struck her in the side, making her grunt and fall to the ground. I took a couple paces to her, seeing the blood pooling out from the wound. I raised my sword above my head, kicking her onto her back so I could watch myself suck the life out of her.
"Please...please don't kill me… Please…"
What? I shook my head and blinked a couple of times, "People like you, they have to die." I teased her, kneeling down a bit so I could get a better look at her. Suddenly, piercing, emerald eyes met with mine. I threw my weapon back and shrieked at her.
"Just, make it fast." she turned her head to the side, trying to escape the last image of her life being the image of her killer.
"N-no! Fuck! No! Maka!" my weak hands pulled the black hood off my head. Maka stumbled back when she saw my ivory hair swoosh out of the coif.
"SOUL!"
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