Seras was lost. Spirit had given her a map when they began the tour but it was so dated that it only covered the older wings of the school. She never should have gone on her own to get to the bathroom. Pip was trying to decipher the map as they walked. "Okay, if we turn left here we will make it back into the main hall. That or the dungeon." Seras slapped her forehead. They had been at this for three hours. "Pip, I think it is time we admit that we're lost."
"Shows what you know girlie, open that door on your left and we will be back at the front gates." Seras sighed and walked over to the door. She pulled on the handle but nothing happened. "It's locked." Seras sighed. "Now, now, Mignonette, try to show some resourcefulness." Seras was taken aback as two tendrils shot from her arm and directly into the key slope. "Pip, stop that, we are trying to stay on good terms with these people, remember the Bosnia incident. *click*. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you over the sound of getting shit done." Smirked Pip. Seras starred into the long corridor that seemed filled with darkness. Seras switched over to her third eye and looked deep into the depths of the darkness. Seras was able to sense a life form deep down in the room. She focused in with her senses. It was human, still alive, and scarred. She also sensed another being their but it was much smaller and very close to the other. It was similar to that of a woman who was pregnant. Seras began to walk down the hallway. The thick stones and metal doors gave off an old dungeon feeling. But why would a school have a dungeon, and why is there only one person in their? Seras wondered.
"Seras, where are we going? Last time I checked we were looking for a way out." Pip said with a hint of annoyance. Seras just shrugged him off. She kept wondering why one person would be kept alone in a dungeon beneath the school. Besides, they are bound to know some way out of here. Finally Seras reached the room containing the person. Unlike the rest of the doors there were no locks. Seras knocked on the doer a few times. "Hello, is anyone in there?" She asked. "Go away losers, can't you see we are trying to eat." So there were two people in their. Pip had not taken well to being called a loser and was already agitated. "Now listen up whoever you are, open this door before I rip it off!" Pip yelled, already grasping the door frame. Another voice, this time one of a child, came from the other side of the door. "Ragnarook, you can't treat guests like that. Maka said we need to start making friends and you aren't helping." "Well maybe if you weren't such a sniveling coward we would have them, but you are to much of a pussy to talk to anyone unless Maka tells you too." Came the coarse voice in retaliation. Seras was growing inpatients by now and decided enough was enough.
"I'm coming in." She yelled as she forced open the door. What she saw when she stepped inside shocked her. The room was a dark, prison cell. Everything about it reminded her of the old prisons of the Victorian age. That except for the posters, computer, desk, and comfy bed that were lying in the cell. But probably the most shocking thing was the room's inhabitants, or should I say inhabitant. There stood a pink haired child in a dress wrestling with a tiny black man sprouting from his back who appeared to be giving the poor child a beating. "Leave the kid alone Monster, Seras said as she pulled her sidearm from her waste. An american copy of the classic Dessert Eagle, it was twice as big and carried shells that would pierce the heaviest of armored cars and put a mad dent in any tank. Spirit had persisted that carrying the harkonen was a bit intimidating and impractical for her assignment. Reluctantly she had agreed and accepted the pistol. Master would be so jealous right now. Walter would be spinning on his grave if he ever found out she was using an American gun, which he insisted were always more flash then bite. Leveling the gun at the monsters head Seras flicked the safety off. The bullets weren't blessed but spirit had said something about infusing the gun with soul energy that gave the guns the ability to do damage to monsters and humans alike.
"Let the kid go, now!" Seras coldly said, her aura quickly growing. Ragnarok saw the danger in his situation and decided to strategically retreat leaving the group with a farewell statement of something along the lines of, "Bitches be crazy." No one heard him because the sight of a glowing red woman bursting into her rom with tendrils sticking out of her body and a gun leveled at his head was not something Crona could deal with. Crona then proceeded to black out and go to his happy place. "We'll shit, now look what you have done, we can't leave him here like this." Seras said with frown. Pip was shocked at the accusation. "My falt! You are the one who pointed a gun at a fifteen you old boy/girl. And anyway, where did that monster go?" "I don't know. Let's take him back to my place. We'll question him their." Pip was unsure about this idea. "Are you sure? This is a dungeon. Maybe he was locked in here for a reason." Seras saw plastic ID card lying on the floor. "Do they usually give prisoners school pass cards?" This seemed to shut Pip up. With one hand Seras plucked the kid off the floor and began walking.
Maka had been in enough fights to know when an enemy was near. She felt that feeling as she starred into the dark hood of the homeless man and his unnatural smile. After what seemed like an hour the man finally spoke in a thick German accent. "I'm so hungry. Can you spare something to eat?" Maka readied herself to run away at a moments notice. She looked around to find a way out but the man was blocking her only exit and slowly walking forward. As he moved his robe waved in the wind. She caught a quick glimpse of a shining silver eagle beneath the dirty cloth. Again the man spoke. "Just a small bite." The insane smile was spread across his face. Maka was shaking. Something about the man put fear in mind. Only the keshin had made her feel this way. Deciding that there was no easy way out, Maka took up a fighting stance similar to the one Black Star used. "I'm warning you sir, if you get any closer to me I won't hold back. I'm a DWMA student." Maka tried to deliver that last line with as much fearsomeness as possible. The man only smiled even more. "Good, it's always tastier when it puts up a fight." And with that the man sprung into action.
Maka had no idea what hit her. She had moved her head just in time to avoid a fist to the face but instead caught a second one to the stomach. "Your lucky I'm so hungry, or else your head would be separated from your body." Maka was struggling to catch her breath. The man also seemed to be breathing hard having used up a lot of his energy with that one attack. Had it been day he would have paid her no attention, but as he focused in on the night he felt his muscles surge once more. He refocused in on his target. The young girl was still struggling to breath but had managed to stand once more. Then he saw it. A little speck of blood on the side of her lip. She must have coughed it up from the initial blow. His eyes began to turn red and his hunger doubled. His nostrils flared at the smell of life. Not wasting any time he rushed at the poor girl.
Wrapping his hand around Maka's neck he watched as the life began to leaver her eyes. Maka felt it too. Her conciseness slipping. Not knowing what else to do she balled her hand up into a fist and began punching the monster. Again and again her fist made contact with the mans head but the only affect was that it left her with a sore hand. Maka wanted to scream but couldn't. Her vision was nothing but a blur. Her lungs convulsed desperately trying to grasp at any air possible. Maka went for one last punch. This time it was different. Instead of the expected fist slamming against the side of his arm, it felt much more like knife cutting through butter. As soon as she had pulled back she noticed his arm was no longer attached to his body. The man also noticed this and dropped the girl to the ground. "B-b-but how?" He asked, a look of shock spread across his face. Maka, who's brain was so deprived of oxygen, could no longer function and merely passed out. Right before she closed her eyes she looked to where her right hand had been. There, replacing it, was a shining obsidian black scythe blade.
The man, now realizing just what happened, cried out on anger. "You stupid girl, first I'm going to defile you, then I'm going to eat you, and when I'm done I will take your goulish remains and set them on your friends and family!" He began to tear off her clothes. First ripping off her jacket and then her skirt. He began to tear off her shirt when he heard a French man call out from behind him. "Hey you vampire bastard, why don't you try on someone your own size." The man turned around to see a tall, blonde, police woman dressed in a red uniform. A look of distaste filled the vampier's face. "I recognize you. Your the one who killed all my comrades, blew up our airships, and destroyed the Major himself. I will avenge them. And when I scatter your blood on the ground then the fallen men of the last Battalion will finally be at peace." Seras starred at the man. She saw the glint of nazi medals in the moon light. The thick accent was also a dead giveaway.
"So your a survivor of the last Battalion?" Seras said with a smirk. Finally she would get to give her new toy a bit of playtime. Ripping the pistol from its holster Seras caressed the the long barrel as she slid it back, cocking the gun. She felt the weight of the bullet in the chamber as she leveled the gun at the Nazis head. With a cold calculating star she motioned with her fingers for the nazi to come at her. He didn't hesitate. With a burst of speed he sprinted from his place. Seras fired two shots at the man, ripping his remaining arm from his body. He didn't care. He was going to bite her throat out. Bouncing off the wall the Vampire preformed an amazing summersault and began to soar with his mouth open wide like a human missile. At the last second Seras side stepped and rammed the barrel into the mouth of the monster. The Nazi ripped the gun from her hand, happy that he had managed to disarm her. Or so he thought. He failed to notice the string attached to the trigger. By the time he did it was to late. Seras gave a quick flick of her finger and the 50. Cal bullet slammed into the vampires mouth. As it ripped though flesh blood splurged out painting the surrounding area in crimson. The bullet hit his spinal cord right in his neck and evaporated it, leaving nothing but bone dust and tendons. Brain matter spewed from his ears as his head exploded when the round detonated inside of him.
Seras walked over and retrieved the gun from his the pile of blood and chunks. Bringing the gun to her lips she licked the steel body until it was cleaned of all the blood. The experience was near orgasmic. Holster the weapon, she bent down to examine the dead carcass as it burnt up a bright blue flame. She would have to wash the brain matter out of the receiving mechanisms when she found the time. She then turned her attention toward the girl, her arm had turned back into a regular fist but was covered in blood. "Welp, looks like we have another guest." Seras sighed as now she would be sleeping in the living room with both the bedrooms in her apartment filled up. She picked up the girl who was very light and draped her over her other shoulder. She the went back to pick up the other child she had set down outside of the alley. By the time she got their he had woken up.
"Where am I, who are you?" Crona asked as Seras lent him her hand for him to stand up. "My name is Seras Victoria, I will be your new teacher. You were being attacked by a monster when I found you." The boy was confused for a while. "Oh you mean Ragnarok. He bullies me sometimes but I can control him." Now Seras was confused. "Here, I'll show you." the boy said as he reached out his hand a small sword with a mouth appeared. The mouth let out a terrible scream that made the blade vibrate. Seras had to cover her ears to not go deaf. The boy then put the sword away. As he did so, Seras swore she heard it call her a bimbo. "How did you do that? You summoned a familiar but your certainly no vampire." Seras asked. "I don't really know myself. My mother did it to me when I was little. I went under a lot of experiments and injections." Seras sensed the question was making to kid uncomfortable and decided to change the topic. "So what's your name kid?" The boy looked up at her and for the first time realized how pretty she was. He also noticed that his best friend Maka was draped over her shoulder and a dead body was lying in the alley. The kid didn't know how to deal with all this information so he decided to just answer and ask questions. "Most people call me Crona." Well Crona my friend, let's head back to my place, I can't let one of my students walking around the city at night." Now Crona was getting invited to spend the night with a pretty looking teacher, Crona was drowning dizzy at the thought. This was going to be an interesting year at DWMA.
Sorry about the long wait. School has kept me busy. I'll try to release more. Thanks for reading.