CHAPTER SIX: A ASSASSIN'S BATTLE: MADNESS' DRINK?
Without warning, Black*Star launched himself at Free, ready to defeat the wolf and show them all that he-
The Immortal caught his balled fist easily in one claw. He squeezed it, and the assassin felt something grind together in his arm. He grunted, and used his other hoof to try and reach Free's gut. The wolf easily blocked it and retaliated with a kick that the assassin dodged by jumping away.
"You can't harm a God, pal!" Black*Star felt so alive in battle, letting out all his rage and grief out into this battle.
Free lunged forward, spreading his claws out wildly in a attempt to attack Black*Star, who ducked under the claws and went to kick the Immortal; his face met the wall when his foe got lucky.
"Heh.." Black*Star wiped the blood from his nose. "Is that all?"
It seemed it wasn't. While he was boasting, Free had stabbed his claws into the assassin's shoulders, lifitng him off the ground slightly. The wolf's mouth opened not to howl, but to make a strange eye symbol glowing red...the Demon Eye Cannon attack.
Thinking fast, Black*Star placed his hands on either side of Free's snout, said hands crackling. He had one shot at this.
"SOUL MENACE!"
His entire soul wavelength drove into Free just as the Eye fired a blast and Black*Star's world went black.
The moon laughed grimly at the city below, it's light shining down upon the search party of four as they stood on a rooftop.
"Are you sure he might be around here, Tsubaki?" Liz questioned as she and Patti looked at one side.
"Yes, he usually comes here to train." Tsubkai replied. Kid was looking down at other rooftops, not for Black*Star, but for a different reason.
"Ahh...look at the city, girls." Kid spoke with a bright smile, his eyes glowing.
"Kid! We're supposed to be looking for Black*Star, not looking at Death City!" Liz said in a annoyed tone.
"But it's in perfect symmetry!"
A rooftop on a house collapses, causing Kid to look at the other side.
10 rooftops. He looked back again. 9 rooftops.
"DAMN IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!"
Tsubaki seemed to know what caused the rooftop to collapse as she jumped off the rooftop and ran down the alleyway, determined to see her friend again, to apologize and-
She gasped as she saw, lying in a blood puddle with a long claw in his shoulder...
"Black*Star!" Tsubaki knelt down and gently took the claw out. "Black*Star, please! Are you okay"
Black*Star groaned feebly, worrying Tsubaki even more.
"YOU!" Kid was on the unmoving form of Black*Star in a instant, shaking it like there was no tomorrow. "YOU BASTARD, YOU MADE NINETEEN ROOFTOPS FOR ALL TO SEE, TWENTY IS SYMMETRICAL, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
"Patti." Liz nodded to her sister, who spoke in the voice that would bring Asura to shame.
"SNAP THE CRAP OUT OF IT!"
"Yes sir!" Kid stood and saluted, allowing the Thompson twins to lift the ninja.
"What do you think happened to him?" Patti asked.
"I don't know, but Stein may know." Tsubaki took out her cellphone Maka had given her in case they found Black*Star and dialed a number.
"Soul, we found him!"
Crona groaned as a tight fist found itself on his robe, pulling him up to the face of one angry Meister.
"You think you can kill Sid, eh?" he sneered.
"W-what?" Crona shook slightly. "I didn't-"
A punch to the gut stopped him from finishing the sentence.
"Yeah, right. You're the only dick with Black Blood!" the Meister held his groaning prey in a iron grip. "I knew you could never be trusted! Once a killer, always a killer! You're gonna pay!"
Crona made no retort for he knew that he was right...he was a killer. He killed Sid, it was the Black*Blood from him after all. The swordsman yelped as he was dropped to the ground, waiting to be beaten.
"Maka..." Crona could only think of the girl he loved as the Meister raised a pipe.
"CHOP!"
Crona opened his eyes to see the bully on the floor, a huge dent in his head. Maka was in front of him, a huge bloodstained book in her hand.
"Listen good, buddy." Maka's voice wasn't raised at all, but the venom and hate laced in her voice was enough to make Crona gulp. "You leave Crona alone..he didn't kill Sid and he never would! If you actually got to know him, you'd see he's one of the kindest people in this city, which is a lot more than I can sya for you! So, like i said: LEAVE...HIM...ALONE!"
The bully only whimpered in reply of the Kishin Killer's rant. A yellow stain and horrid stench came from his lower body; he both pissed and shat himself...
"Well?" Maka held the dictionary again. The bully was gone from the streets in a flash, leaving behind a whimpering Demon Swordsman and Meister, the only sound heard in the silence was the water spurting from the fountain.
"M-maka?" Crona meekly asked. Maka turned, a smile slowly forming.
"Are you alright, Crona?" her tone was warm and gentle, just as it always was than she spoke to him.
"Y-yes." Crona took her hand and slowly stood, letting go instantly. "Thank you..."
"It's what friends are for, right?" Maka giggled and Crona blushed instantly, the former returning the blush slightly. The two crushes stared into each other's eyes, both completely unaware of the feelings one had for the other. Soon, they subconsciously found themselves leaning ion, their faces drawing closer-
"HEY!"
The two remade the distance between their faces as Soul came over, his hand withdrawing from his pockets; he must have just put his phone away.
"It's Tsubaki, she's found Black*Star! We need to get there now!" Soul spoke in a urgent tone. Maka nodded and ran after him. Crona sighed to himself and followed. He was so close...
Dumbass. Ragnarok sighed inside him.
Stein and Marie stood in the Death Room, it's usual sky painted walls now decorated with stars and the moon with it's grin, waiting for Lord Death to speak.
"So, you might have something about the Madness?" Lord Death asked.
"Yes, sir." Stein held the note in his hand. "According to this, the Black Blood is able to regenerate itself from any injury."
"How is this even good news?" Marie demanded, receiving a grin in reply.
"If you let me finish.. it cannot heal itself with constantly attacked."
"...Perfect!" Lord Death said brightly. "Now we know that we can defeat it and detain it!"
"That's good and all, but how are we going to find it?"
Silence...
"I didn't think about that." Stein answered sheepishly.
Lord Death would have replied if his mirror hadn't glowed. The Reaper turned and found himself staring at Tsubaki.
"We found Black*Star!" her anxious and worried tone snapped Lord Death into action as he saw Soul helping the blue haired assassin onto his bike...he looked barley alive.
"Get him here quickly! I'll send for some cars to collect the rest of you kids up!"
"Thank you!" the image faded.
"I'll go tell Nygus." as Marie and Stein hurried to the hospital ward, Lord Death sighed.
"Hang on, Black*Star. We need you."
Soul gritted his teeth as he drove a fast pace, occasionally glancing back at the barley stirring body of his best friend and ignoring the rain pour.
"Don't you die on me, you idiot." the Weapon ordered, hoping that it wasn't too late.
Well, that was exciting and entertaining; looks like Blue-Bird 's gonna be all emo now he's not all that! Good fighter, but not all that.
Pity Free never got to kill him...well, let's face it; he's too fun. Ah, well...I'll let him eat some other fucker, maybe a child!
He stopped in front of a pink building with yellow windows; a bar no doubt.
Or maybe a drunken dickhead.
Blair smiled to herself behind the bar. The magical cat knew she couldn't do anything to help her friends, but she had to do this...Sid deserves it.
"Guys!" Blair's shout snapped all the drinkers out of their spur and all eyes were on the walking eye candy. "We lost a guy today: his name was Sid."
There of murmurous of agreement and sadness.
"But we wouldn't want us to be sad, would he? He was the kind of man who'd smile through anything." Blair continued. "So...to Sid."
"Hell yeah!" one man shouted. "To Sid!"
The toast to Sid was repeated by everyone as they slowly made their way out for the night, leaving a happy Blair, one drunken guy and a "figure" dressed completely in black...
"Hey, tall, dark and mysterious!" Blair said flirtingly. "What can I get ya?"
"A glass of milk." the "figure" replied. Blair smirked knowingly and poured one glass for him (whilst also licking it quickly). The "man" nodded a thanks but did not take a sip. If anything, he just stared at the bartender as she turned to close the bar. The drunk man took a seat next to the one wearing all black.
Blair seems at unease about the two people at her bar, but forces a smile as she continues to serve them. The drunken figure and the mysterious man look at one another, not saying a word. Eventually, after taking a few puffs of his lit cigarette, the drunken figure decides to talk.
"Theeeee... hell are ya... staring at,' ya freak?"
The mysterious figure doesn't budge from the slap or the proceeding burp, but answered: "Was gonna ask you the same thing."
Blair paused in her restocking, quietly listening in without looking too obvious. Suddenly, she jumps out of shock as the drunken fool slams his glass down on the table and demands for another round. Blair rolls her eyes in annoyance. Typical Matt: tenth round this night.
"Sure. As soon as you get rid of that cigarette." she snapped. Matt simply snorted but quickly yelped when the black coated man took his cigarette and took a few puffs himself.
"First fag of the night!" he sighed. "Always hits the spot."
"Hey, look!" Blair had enough. "I said no smoking!"
"W...What are you gonna do about it?" Matt slurred.
The bars' door slammed shut in Matt's face. He turned his drunken rage onto the "fucker" right next to him, thecrain pouring down on his face and his foes top hat.
"What the fuck did you do that for?!" he all but yelled in the guy's face, whose yellow eyes glowed with amusement.
"Well, you started it!" tone of voice: mocking, mock hurt. "And ordering around such a sexy girl like that around! No wonder you got no wife...than again, I guess you never fucked a girl; expect maybe your mother, but than again, who hasn't!"
Now, if Matt was sober, he would have just accepted the insult and shrug it off. But Drunken Matt reacted by trying to throw a punch...and missed spectacularly.
"Oh, you wanna play? OK, how bout this? Three goes. Just try and hurt me and when you're done, I'll break your neck."
Matt snarled.
"I'll break your fucking neck!" he charged forward with his fist raised- and hit the wall. His rival reformed himself from "his" liquid form and tapped "his feet". Matt regained his composure and attempted to punch "him" in the face; the face split in two and back as the fist missed.
"Let's make it easy!" the "man" than raised a long nailed hand and slit it's wrist. Matt watched as black liquid oozed from the cut and become a solid dagger that was thrown towards him; Matt caught it, though he only had eyes on the "man" in front of him, his brain working hard, even in his drunken state. Black blood...according to the rumors, Sid was murdered by living Black Blood. And this guy...
"You..you killed Sid, didn't you!" Matt demanded. "You're that Madness guy!"
"Guilty!" one would have mistaken a girl having said the word from the tone the Madness spoke in. "I killed the bastard, but tell ya what..."he spread his arms out dramatically. "Go on, kill me!"
Matt's glare grew.
"DO IT!"
The next four seconds were a blur to Matt: he had ran forward with the dagger aimed for the chest, but the Madness had gripped his arm behind his back and another round his neck. Matt would only gasp for breath as the skinny man held him in a headlock.
"Thanks for playing, Matt. But you know the rules!" The Madness leaned in to whisper, his beard tickling the skin of Matt's face. "Three strikes and you're out!"
Matt Damien's final act living was struggling for freedom; the sound of lightning clashing filled the air at the same time of the sickening crack of a neck.
Blair had heard and seen it all. At first she thought Matt had WAY too much to drink...but to see him murdered; that was enough to make the cat witch scream. She rarely saw others die before and to know two people who she knew have died-
The Madness turned, his eyes looking directly at Blair towards the window. Before she even had time to blink, the creature stood right in front of her, looking up at her face.
"Tell anyone and I'll have a new furcoat." he simply walked out after making the threat, not bothering to close the red door.
Blair mentally slapped herself for nodding. She should have refused and fought back. But she was so scared, something she hardly felt. But this Madness.. it was scary.
The sound of a motorbike was picked up by Blair's feline ears. She stepped out to barley make out Soul speeding off, Black*Star on the back. Blair instantly changed into a cat and ran after them on all fours, pating no heed to the rain. It wasn't like she cared about Black*Star, especially after hearing what he did, but she needed something to take her mind off of what happened.
She knew it was disrespectful for Matt, but there was nothing she could do; for him or for herself.
Because of him.
She was so infixated on the bike, the sound of teeth baring down onto flesh completely slipped past her.
Matt, my boy, you are delicious! Much more better than the old geezer. D'ya think our little kitty's gonna be quiet about tonight. No? That's funny actually...I was thinking the same thing. After all, she'd be mad to tell...madness is the emergency exit. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Speical thanks to LuigiWife1551 for helping me with the Blair bat scene and the upcoming scene with Blair later