And Chapter 2 is here.
So chapter 3 might or might not be coming out later today... depending on how we feel, but we will try!
Credit goes to the original author of the Fate series and I would not be able to do this fanfic without the help of LordSchrongled. He did the amazing descriptions!
NOW OFF TO THE READING
Chapter 2:
Jasper stood crouched on his bed, absently reading a book while Piper was out exploring the city. Since summoning his servant, Caster, Jasper had dismissed Piper as a childish servant who was useless in both strategy and combat and only offered entertainment. How did I end up pulling the short straw with a caster? They are always the weakest.
I can hear you, you know… teased a high and playful voice. Upon making his pact with Caster, Jasper had learned of the telepathic connection between master and servant and assumed it would be extremely helpful in the future, but now it was only an annoyance.
If you can hear me right now, why aren't you denying the comment about you being weak?
Well, I am weak. What are you doing inside? You should be outside in the fresh air, enjoying the sunshine. I would if I were you.
And if I were you I would be preparing for an inevitable servant or master attack. And you could at least tell me how you are useful in the grail war…
The piper materialized out of thin air in a sudden, white glimmer. Jasper heard the appearance of his servant, laid down his book, and stood up to face his servant. This was the first time Jasper was able to get a full look at Caster, and the young magic-caster realized his preconceived notions were incorrect. The Piper wore an elaborate white suit, with silver, elf-like slippers and a matching hat. The Piper himself looked around Jasper's age, however, with a similar lanky body type but with a bit more muscle, and his facial features had a feminine charm to them.
"Since I'm a pretty boring person," Jasper declared, "I'll start with myself. My name is Jasper Wren, I am from the Wren magecraft family which specialized in space manipulation magic, mine being alternate space manipulation. My hobbies are reading and writing, I enjoy video games, and my wish for the Holy Grail is to free myself from my family crest. Your turn."
I don't think I've ever talked for that long. I hope he doesn't go on like that. The less talking, the more time for preparations.
"I am the glamorous Pied Piper, the most revered musician in all of German folklore. I also specialize in manipulation magic, but instead of space, I manipulate plants, animals, and even humans." The Piper added a mysterious wink to the last declaration. "My skills are trickery, persuasion, and of course, the flute!" The Piper happily brandished his pipe, which instantly warped into a silver flute. The piper smiled at Jasper's dismay. "We have so much in common Jasper! I am looking extremely forward to working with you!"
We have about nothing in common. Creature manipulation and space manipulation are completely different, he's not exactly inconspicuous in that bright white suit, and he seems way too upbeat for me to handle. To add to that his skills make him seem like an untrustworthy person.
As I said before, I can hear you. In time I am certain our bond...
How about I show you around the city before this gets too gushy?
What an enticing idea. You interest me more and more by the minute, Jasper Wren.
Ryan had just arrived at his home on the Upper West side, delighted that he could finally take it easy after a stressful day. His parents were still on a business trip, and he typically just stayed home by himself and used the credit card his parents gave him. When he opened the fridge though, he found it to be completely empty.
Ehh shit. Gotta go get groceries. Changing into his other clothes, Ryan grabbed his keys and left to go to a nearby Walgreens. There was no need for any major shopping.
As he turned the street, he suddenly heard a loud squelching sound, coming from a nearby alleyway. His curiosity got the better of him, and Ryan decided to see what could be making such a disgusting sound. He was not pleased.
A woman, around his age, had a knife in her hand, as she repeatedly stabbed at an empty corpse of a woman. A look of agony was left on the woman as the girl looked up at his face.
"My my, what do we have here? Seems like we got someone else John" the girl murmured as she started moving towards Ryan. Suddenly, a tall man in a suit appeared out of the shadows, a Southern accent evident as he leaned down and whispered "run."
Ryan turned and sprinted, the girl close behind and the cackling he could hear from the Southern guy. She didn't seem like a person that should be able to keep up with him. Suddenly, he could hear a gun being cocked as bullets were heard being shot around.
Why am I being chased by a crazy bitch and her weird Southern henchman? Why do the number of bullets they have never end? Why is this neighborhood completely empty?
Turning the corner, he quickly ducked down into a bush and flattened himself onto the floor. Looking around, he realized he was pretty close to where Christian's place was. He quickly dialed his Christian on his phone.
"Yo, what do you need?"
"Christian there is a crazy girl with a knife chasing me around Central Park"
"You sure it isn't your ex?" Christian replied lazily. "She was kinda creepy…"
"My ex doesn't have black pigtails or CARRY A KNIFE AROUND WITH HER!"
As soon as he screamed, Ryan's phone exploded into a fray of metal and glass. Ryan slowly turned to see the man from before pointing the 19th-century pistol at Ryan's chest, while the freak stood behind, gazing maliciously at Ryan.
"If you come quietly, we'll make your death less painful," Ryan heard the girl say, though he dared not take his eyes off of the deadly weapon in front of him. He could tell the girl wouldn't keep her compromise… she was a cold-blooded murderer.
With all other options exhausted, I guess I only have one more option.
"Okay, so I've seen fetishes before, and I don't care as long as you do you. Just please don't involve me in that" The girl just looked at him confused.
"Seems like I'm killing an idiot today. Just adds to the list." the girl said, closing the distance even more.
"Alright well if jokes don't slow you down, hopefully dirt does" Ryan said as he threw dirt at the girls face, and ran off deeper into Central Park.
"God damn it you idiot, CHASE HIM" she yelled at John as he materialized and followed the Ryan. As he passed a group of bizarre looking carvings on the ground, Ryan instantly felt a sharp pain in his leg, and collapsed, to see a fairly sized hole in his leg. The pain was excruciating. The sensation of lightning coursed through his leg as the bullet spun its way through his flesh and shot out from the other side, embedding itself in the grass. As he raised his head, Ryan caught a glimpse of the Southern gunman coming up to him, an evil smile on his face, as he held his weapon in his right hand.
"Well it seems the end has come for you kid." He leveled the gun at Ryan's face. "My master somehow always finds ways for both of us to enjoy ourselves." For Ryan, it seemed to be the end, when a flash of light came from directly underneath him…
"You sense that too don't you Ereshkigal?" Christian said, as he looked outside the window of his apartment.
"That magical power is no doubt of a servant, though the master I can't sense. I can't tell for the lack of power, or the concealment of power…" Ereshkigal responded as she looked around the apartment. Christian lived in a small studio apartment, easy to pay for with his part-time job. His room consisted of a cozy bed, a small metal desk illuminated by a lava lamp, and a bookshelf next to his bed was piled with books and video games.
Ereshkigal gazed around the room with her solemn ruby eyes, clearly disapproving of her surroundings. Her silky blond hair flowed across her neck down to her torso, which was adorned by black body armor. A red cape spread out from behind Ereshkigal's shoulders, and on her head sat a black crown, the symbol of her royalty.
"While I think you a competent master," Ereshkigal calmly declared, "I do not believe this place is for the likes of a queen. When I was the queen of the underworld, the bathrooms of my handmaidens were more decorated than this… closet."
"It might not be the best apartment, but it will make do." Christian said as he finally noticed Ereshkigal looking around the apartment.
"Also, why do you call me by my name. You known 'Lancer' is the term that past masters have called me." she asked as Christian turned to look at her.
"You have a name right? Then I'm using it." he responded as he looked back to the window.
Suddenly, his phone started to ring, and noticing that it was Ryan, he almost decided to put it off… he needed to start searching for the other masters. The faster he did this, the closer he could get…
"Yo, what do you need?"
"Christian there is a crazy girl with a knife chasing me around Central Park"
"You sure it isn't your ex?" Christian replied lazily. "She was kinda creepy…"
"My ex doesn't have black pigtails or CARRY A KNIFE AROUND WITH HER!"
Suddenly the line was cut off as he looked at his phone, the call terminated.
"What happened" Ereshkigal asked as Christian started opening the window.
"Seems to me like one of my friends are in trouble, but I got more dire issues right now. Come on, we're gonna look for that magical power. Doesn't seem far from here." He was getting ready to jump when Ereshkigal grabbed him by the shoulders, a worried look on her face.
"What's wrong with you? Are you gonna jump off for fun?" she exclaimed as Christian just turned around and smiled.
"Aww, you're worried about me already" Ereshkigal just looked the other way, a slight blush showing on her otherwise pale face.
"If you die now, I will not be able to obtain the grail, and then I'll be... screwed, as you people say it."
"Whatever, see my magic is enhancement magic. I can make my fist as strong as steel, or my legs the ability to jump at 10x the capacity. I was just planning on jumping." Christian said as he readied his stance.
With a strong heave of his muscles, Christian leapt from the 13th floor of the building, to the roof of the next one, following the magic trail that he sensed all the way towards Central Park. Ereshkigal following him in her dematerialized form. As he reached the last building before Central Park, he saw something he thought would never happen. Right underneath the bridge connecting two small sections of land, Ryan was laying down, a well-dressed man on top of him. As he kept looking on, he saw a bright light emanating from underneath Ryan…
"What the fuck did this idiot do?!"
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