"I might be late tonight if that's alright, Omisha wants to go over some plans for a new project. I think she's wanting to try climbing up to the sun again, we ran out of ladders last time."
Zemsta sat in the bell tower she was calling home base for now, the glass ball sat in front of her showing a picture of the Stein household from the bug she had left on Mia. Dakota was her first target, she had to find a time when he was alone and strike, he was strong but wouldn't stand a chance if she jumped him. While she wasn't able to use magic due to having to use soul protect she had been trained in most forms of combat and with a knife she would dominate, besides in a town like death city no one would really question a fight breaking out in the middle of a street during the night.
"Alright, we'll leave the porch light on for you."Marie's voice sounded. Perhaps tonight would be a good time to strike, give him one more time to say goodbye to his friend then send him to the afterlife.
Dakota strolled down the streets of his home town, a few stray chuckles making their way past his lips, he had just finished a rather bizarre plotting session with his meister. Omisha had come up with five new ideas to add to their prank/achievement to do list. He was just glad she had yet to come up with something worse then the post-it note makeover of the DWMA they had once done. So many post-its...
Dakota stopped for a moment, his head turning this way and that, something was wrong, he could sense it. He thanked god for his quick reflexes and weapon heritage as a blade made a stab at his chest, he just barely blocked it with his hand, now turned hammer.
A tall black haired girl in a scaly brown leather trench coat stood before him, a wicked looking dagger in hand and a slightly manic smirk plastered on her face. His greygreen eyes met ones of a identical shade and a faint sense of recognition clicked in Dakota's mind, hadn't he bumped into this girl a couple nights ago?
"Wow-wee, nice reaction time, I honestly thought this would be over in a single move. To bad, I kinda wanted to get this over with." The girls voice had a slight whimsical edge to it but was velvety and smooth. A slightly insane glint shone in her eyes, there was some resemblance to someone though at the moment the boy couldn't place it.
"Oh well, it's time to get on with it. I don't really fancy killing you, but I suppose anything to help get father back for mom." In a blink the girl was in front of him her deadly blade swiping up at him. On muscle memory he blocked using his still transformed hand. Oh how he wished Omisha was here, this girl wouldn't stand a chance against the duo
He ducked her next attack and made a swing at his assailants head before tearing down the street, if he could get home he would have backup. He hit the deck when the sound of footsteps behind him cut off and she sailed over him, her knife sinking into the bricks of the road. Quickly regaining his feet Dakota jumped on her back and used it as a spring board, successfully knocking her to the ground harshly and giving him a small lead.
Just a few more blocks, he thought as he focused his stray mental facilities to listening for pursuit, he couldn't turn around and waste time but he didn't want to be surprised. It was all quiet, only his own foot steps, that wasn't good. He whipped around eyes quickly scanning the area and nearby alleys for the girl, there was nothing. Dakota turned to continue running and felt the sharp agony of a dagger sinking into his chest.
He just had enough time to look into the girls eyes before the darkness enveloped him.
"Thank you for your sacrifice Dakota." Zemsta whispered as she wiped her half brothers blood off her blade taking a step back as a pool of the stuff began to collect.
She probably should've just watched through the glass ball but she couldn't resist. Zemsta lay on the roof of a neighboring house watching the action through the living room window with the assistance of a pair of binoculars.
Currently Mi-amora sat on one of the sofa's reading a book while her mother paced in front of her.
Marie was fretting looking at the clock, muttering something. Mia appeared to reply. Zemsta caught the sight of a police officer making his way to the door, the show was about to start. Marie was about to speak again when the doorbell sounded and she made her way to the door.
After a brief exchange the officer was let in and Stein joined the group. It was then that Zemsta noticed the jacket in the officers hand, it was Dakota's and was covered in blood.
The officer spoke for a few moments and Zemsta watched as Marie's expression went from confused to horrified to outright grief stricken. Mia sat looking shell shocked, Zemsta felt a pang of sympathy. She also felt a twinge of satisfaction as Marie sank to her knees and began wailing. The officer excused himself muttering what she assumed were condolences as Stein attempted to comfort his hysterical wife. As he hugged her to him, Zemsta caught the slight twitch of stein's eye.
A soft smile creeped onto the witch spawn's face. "Looks like daddy is already starting to crumble."