Misc. Files -- Entry 002
Fandom(s): Soul Eater, Harry Potter
Title: Hunter Series
Chapter: 001 The Lambeth Poisoner
01/09/10 -- 938
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (Rowlings) or Soul Eater (Atsushi Okubo).
"Thomas Cream, the Lambeth Poisoner, your soul is mine!"
The creature looked up from avidly watching the rapid decomposition of his latest victim, the glare of the streetlights overhead casting his sunken face into shadows and glimmering off the needle of the now empty syringe in his right hand. Cream jerked erect in a graceless lack of motor skills, cocking his head to the right as blue bangs shifted to reveal one glinting red eye. Only madness existed in his gaze as he raised his left hand in defense, holding up a syringe filled with a lurid pink potion. The same potion that had killed the woman under his feet and at least six others according to the hunter's sources.
"Oh, is that so? And how exactly do you propose to do that? Heh heh heh! Come closer little human and I'll let you join my pretties in the ground!" the madman shrieked as he lunged forward.
The hunter jerked to the right easily avoiding the syringe, and stuck out his left foot tripping up the foolish wannabe Kishin. He ducked down and hopped backwards to avoid a sudden downward thrust from the serial killer. Stone dissolved under the onslaught of the pink potion and the hunter hissed at the sight. 'Right, no getting hit by this guy.'
Dark green eyes danced in delight as a wide grin stretched across his face. He was a true believer in quality over quantity for life without challenges could only ever be boring. The old Lambeth Poisoner of the UK was proving a refreshing challenge. His jerky, eccentric motions hid a grace and ferocity born of madness and so much as a drop from the lurid potion he wielded would cause injury. His inevitable death if he were to be injected never crossed his mind.
Jerking back to reality as his jacket ripped from a particularly close call the hunter kicked out stricking Cream in the solar plexus and knocking him back and took that time to back flip away to provide room between them to fight. Cream grunted as he righted himself, his hand resting against his chest for a moment. Standing tall Thomas Cream was a tall, ghoulishly gaunt man. Except for the barest layer of hard wiry muscle he looked like an emaciated corpse, flesh pulled taut against his frame. His hands were long and spidery and dangled at his knees , clasped into fists around syringes full of his special brew. He was tall too, extremely so, over seven feet of madness induced viciousness and intensity.
"You're an annoying little pest aren't you boy? Such persistence will be your death! Heh hehe hehee!" Cream cackled as he brought his fists up, holding the syringes like knives. Green eyes hardened in determination as the hunter raised his own arms with his hands only loosely fisted. His feet slid into a familiar starting stance as he waited for his prey to start. Moments ticked by like the slow crawl of eternity before a clatter rang in the night, a trash lid knocked off by a stray cat, and the madman struck.
The fight from there was quick and brutal. Fists flashed and metal glinted, thud and thumps from blows taken or parried. Blood splattered across the ground surrounding the struggling pair. The hunter jumped backwards clutching at a stinging line across his chest where the pink brew had rapidly eaten through his jacket and under shirt. Now a burning line of fire crossed his chest diagonally across his ribs.
"Fucker. I liked this jacket!" he spat before lifting his arm and flicking it. Smoke erupted covering the immediate area making Cream to back down warily, eyes darting madly back and forth for any sign of his victim. His last sight was a cruel looking metal plated spear homing in on his head.
"URK!"
Blood and gore erupted showering the immediate area with red and grey including Thomas Cream the Lambeth Poisoner's second executioner. Jerking his left arm free of his prey's skull the metal plated whip turned spear transformed back into his arm. As he wiped up the blood coating his arm to the elbow the body of Thomas Cream exploded into a spiraling black ribbon that imploded to reveal a floating scaled red ball of light.
"Ah, there you are. Your Kishin egg is now mine Cream," Hunter murmured as he plucked the floating corrupted soul out of the air. Opening his mouth wide the glowing red sphere readily disappeared down his throat and with an audible 'gulp' was never to be seen again.
Excitement over with the hunter pulled off his ruined bomber jacket to inspect the damages. He was swearing a blue streak in moments.
"I'll never be able to salvage this! Dammit, the little bastard died too quickly! This was an expensive jacket and now I have to shell out more?! GAHHH!"
Incensed the hunter turned and strode down the street aiming for a nearby darkened alley to take to the roofs from. It had long since been ingrained in his psyche to never show off infront of humans and jumping three stories counted as showing off. His paranoia had nothing to do with it. Really.
'And just why do I feel the need to justify my actions to myself? At least I already knew I was going mental but I was hoping to avoid going schizo on top of paranoid,' he thought to himself dryly. Chuckling quietly he launched himself straight up to land with cat-like grace on the overhanging ledge three stories up.
This is from when I was really into Soul Eater. I still think it is a pretty good anime but I just lost track around episode 20 so the inspiration died away. However, this really is a full fledged chapter/prologue.