Hello, fellow readers! I'm back with the new chapter, only this time, I'll stir a little from the main plot now and then to bring you a series of filler side-stories to help you prepare for the main plot ahead, that way, you won't be all "whaaaaaaaaa?". Anyway, here's your first story, centering around the aftermath of a certain goth's isolation in the land of darkness and madness. Remember, if you have any questions, opinions and critiques about my story, don't be afraid to post them all in the comments down and I'll do my best to attend to them in the next chapter. Enjoy!

I know I said this before, but I DO NOT own anything mentioned or refered to in this fic.

Chapter 8.5: Gunz And knives

It was a beautifull night.

The city of Norisville was sound asleep, the night filled with beautiful stars created a magnificent picture….

Who am I kidding? It was filled with action: across the dark streets of Norisville, a single person was driving a motorcycle. He wore a black, punk trench coat, spiky boots, and black cargo pants filled with pockets with god knows what. At the edge of the city, a bunch of criminals were loading mysterious technology and tanks filled with a glowing, ornage liquid "Come on, lazy assholes! The boss asked us to bring this cargo to the new location as quickly as human possible! And you all know what happens to those that disappoint the boss…". Everyone shivered at the thought.

Suddenly a loud bike noise was heard. As everyone turned towards the iron gates from which the sound came, a bike flew above the fence and crashed into a tanker truck, causing it to explode in a ball of flames, killing a bunch of people as everyone looked at the wreckage with shocked faces on them, a criminal pointed at the moon and yelled: "Look!" there, still in the air, a figure appeared, the light from the moon caused him to look completely black, except from his twisted eyes and a smile that would cause you to pee in your pants. Everyone took out their submachine-guns and started shooting at him. The figure landed on his feet, rolled forwards and started running around the criminals. He extended his arms to the sides and 2 expandable trivets carrying pistols with the symbol 9 on them emerged from his wide sleeves. The figure grabbed the pistols and started shooting down the criminals at their hearts and heads. Three criminals started sniping him out, managing to shoot him in the stomach. Hurt, the figure hid behind a jeep while reloading his handguns. He then took a red and black grenade and threw it at the criminlas, creating a huge smoke screen. While the criminals were all shooting at the smoke, the figure emerged from above it and shoot down the snipers. He then landed while two blades emerged from his arms, and with demonic speed he slashed them all, until only one guy was left.

He pushed him into a wall, cracking it and yelled: "WHERE IS YOUR BOSS?! WHO IS HE?! ANSWER ME OR I'LL CUT YOUR THROAT OPEN!" he said with little patience "he…uhhh…" the criminal was about to break, until he got shot in the head "I'm sorry" said the criminal leader who came from behind a truck "but the boss has no tolerance for snitches" as the figure turned around, the light of the moon now in front of him revealed the face of a young man, his hair was tied back and down in a spiky ponytail, except for 2 hair streaks in front of his face that resembled fangs, a real fang came from one side of his lips, his skin was grey, as if he has never seen daylight in years, and the look on his eyes was empty and filled with rage at the same time. "Huh? You're just a kid!" said the leader, until he looked down on the "kid's" stomach, is wound completely healed, as if it never was there in first place, in then looked deep into his eyes and he realized what he was "I see…" he said before bursting into laughter "….So that's what's going! You're not even human, are you now?" the kid only answered with a fierce look "I should've known, you reek of darkness just like the boss"

That refocused the young man on the main topic "And who is this mysterious boss of yours?" he finally asked "oh, so you can talk? I'm sorry, but you won't be able to meet him" he said as he ripped his shirt off, revealing a weird device attached to his chest, "You see, you guys are not the only monsters anymore" tubes came out of it and reached his back, where there were 2 tanks filled with a yellow liquid the young man knew from pictures in his employer's book "That's…!" "Oh, yeah!" said the leader as he pushed a button in the device that pumped the liquid straight into his chest. The leader began to deform drastically: spider legs and tentacles grew from his back, six tails emerged from behind him, he grew gigantic rock like arms and he grew up a couple of sizes- he became a stank monster, and on his own will. "Come here!" Said the leader as he stretched his tentacles towards the boy, who evaded them and then leaped at him, kicking him in the face so strongly that he knocked him into a wall, releasing some smoke. Suddenly, a tentacle emerged from the smoke, grabbing the boy towards the leader, which from up close seemed intact and angry. He was about to smash the small boy using his rock arms, but the boy managed to activate a flash bang grenade and threw it at his face, causing him temporary blindness and he hid inside the warehouse from which the stuff was being transported earlier.

"Come out, come out wherever you are! You little scum…" said the moster-leader as he flipped a car into a wall, causing an explosion. The boy, hiding behind a pile of sandbags, took out a magazine with glowing red bullets with the number 9 on them, it hurt him just to hold the magazine that held those bullets "time to put your little invention to the test, Sam". The boy reached from above the pile of sandbags and shot him with his pistols, only for the monster to block them with his rock arms in an insane speed "nice try, kiddo, but you'll need more than that to kill me!" said the monster as he threw a container at him, which the boy jumped through and landed about 100 meters from the monster "In that case…" he said as he dropped the magazines to the floor "let's fight mano a mano, shall we" he said as he charged towards the monster, he kicked him and evaded his attacks for a couple of seconds, until he jumped back and said "your loss" "Hah! What makes you think those hits were harder than your previous kick?" the boy smiled and said "look at your body" and so did the monster-leader, only to find, much to his fright, that there were bullets stuck all over his chest "then all those hits were…!" "Just a distraction to stick these in you" "why you…!" said the leader as he charged towards him, only to fall to the ground.

He tried to stand up, but he found out he couldn't, since he didn't have any legs to stand on to begin with "what!?" "-are those bullets? Let me explain: those bullets are made from a rare ore called 'celestium'. They can only be found on mount Darac Suci in India, where an ancient 100 year old war between demons and sages took place. Soiled with sacred water and demon blood, this metal has the power to purge all evil, or all good; it really depends on the user. It is also the metal used in the ninja weapons" "but I saw you dropping the magazines!" "that's right, you saw me dropping THE MAGAZINES" as the leader looked at the magazines, he saw they were empty- the boy emptied them before reloading and then throwing them, storing them in his pockets "what's happening to me…!?" asked the leader as his body slowly became ash "What happens is that since you accepted the evil within you, and became one with it, you'll now be purged with it" "NO!" said the leader as he stretched a sharp tentacle at him, but before he reached him, he became a pile of ash.

Painfully, the boy then reloaded the bullets into the magazines and then inspected the device on the pile of ash. On it was the symbol of a top hat, and a grinning face under it, the symbol of a terrorist organization which seemed to have influenced every criminal gang in the city. The boy took out a cellphone and called a certain number "hello? Sam?" "Don't call me 'Sam', you bastard! It's Mr. S. Ward Smith for you!" said the deep voice of Mr. Smith from the other side of the line "Fine, Mr. S" said the boy "Ha-ha, very funny" said Mr. Smith. He then cleared his throat and continued with a more serious tone "Any information regarding the bounty?" "Yes, it's 'The mad Hatter' once again, his influence reached even this distant gang, and considering the logo and what he was providing to the leader, I think I got a pretty good idea of who the leader of the organization is" "Good, proceed with the investigation on the western side of the city, the highest bounty in town, Hannibal McFist was spotted there last week talking to a member of the organization" "Roger that." said the boy as he was about to hang "And Julian…" "Yes?" "…Be careful" "…. Got it".

How do you like that? I'm sure you got a lot of questions, and I'll try to answer them next chapter without spoiling some major stuff. Next week we'll continue with the main saga where we last left our heroes, but until then, good bye!