(Disclaimer: Still don't own 07-Ghost...)
I told you I was posting again in a few minutes. Well, not much to say...
'Frau! We shouldn't be here! FRAU!' Despite his panted shout, the blonde bishop did nothing to indicate hearing his violet haired companion. He just kept running, kept chasing that vile wars to it's doom.
A sudden overwhelming feel of sadness, hatred fear, disgust - a wars coalescing just to the side. A trap.
Labrador instantly drew his scythe, preparing to protect himself and rid the world of this most foul demon if necessary. A quick glance confirmed what he had thought to be true - his companion, so dedicated to the chase, had continued after his prey, leaving the more vulnerable Ghost to fend for himself.
The wars sprouting from the ground to his front drew his attention once more. 'Well, if you aren't a nasty one...' the bishop murmured thoughtlessly, staring into the swirling shadows that once was a pure human soul. He never saw it's companions coming.
The gross darkness swarmed over Labrador from seemingly everywhere. From his left and right sides, from the wall behind him... one of the demons even managed to pop up from the ground beneath his feet.
The fair bishop was momentarily stunned.If you are too absorbed in one target, he remembered, you stand no chance if attacked by another. Cursing in a highly uncharacteristic manner, the Ghost struggled against the groping shadows, swinging the scythe wildly through the air. Plants erupted from the street, pulling at the shadows threatening their beloved Profe to no avail.
'Well lookit that! Those shady scum actually got us a treat!' A voice practically dripping with sarcasm spoke through the sounds of the struggle. 'You look like you might be able to get us a few yuus with a body like that! Now stop struggling, let me get a better look at that pretty face of yours...' With a snap of his fingers, the man standing against the far wall caused the wars to wrap tightly about Labrador's flailing arms and legs whilst simultaneously capturing the young bishops attention. The struggle was ceased momentarily.
'Hmm...' The man slid away from the wall with cat-like grace, not making a sound. 'My guess was right,' a hand reached out and grabbed his captive's chin, twisting his head to both sides, inspecting the bishop as though he were a piece of meat. Labrador jerked back in shock, his eyes wide. What...? he thought, stunned. 'You will get us a good number of yuus. Though it seems... you might need some training before you're ready for the market, hmm?' The vile man dragged a tattered piece of cloth out of his jacket, shoving it brutally against Labrador's fair face. 'Sleep well, sweetling. You'll have a lot on your plate when you wake up.'
A muffled protest and a few weak pulls against the wars were all the bishop could manage before sliding into the haze of a drug-induced sleep.
More of a flashback than anything, but it is important. Please review!