Chapter 12: Revenge. A Tall Price to Pay?
Logan crossed arm with Aline's. She had summoned a blade to block him. Her little body had more than enough power to hold him back. It was unnatural how much strength she had, but Logan knew not to underestimate the demented evil that stood in front of him. She threw him back and kicked him in the chest. He swung his arm at her throat. Her blade stopped his oncoming attack. He was seething anger out of his mind. He wanted nothing more than to kill her for what she had done. Her voice was brimming with evil,
"Usually a death weapon can't use his weapon powers while in human form without cutting his power in half. Not you though, you are a pure weapon. Your power is an exception."
Logan just wanted her lifeless before him. He struck several more times, back and forth with the blades. With one terrible strike he broke through her defense. With that he saw his opening. He crouched, then immediately sprung forward with his crossed arms, striking her stomach. The force of the jump pushed them both through a warehouse skylight. He parted his arms then spikes appeared on his clenched fist. He battered her body and face and raised his right fist and brought it down, sending the girl plummeting to the ground at an accelerated speed. Logan landed breathing deeply and sweat was covering his brow. He was confident that he had finally ended this. Laughing came from her downed body,
"I warned you that you would end up like Rose."
In a split second she hopped up and struck him in the stomach. His eyes grew wide and he collapsed onto the ground. His body lurched around involuntary. It was too much. Logan was shocked by how much power she had. All of this time he trained to be stronger, to kill her for what she had done. He wanted it with a burning passion. With a scream his soul became wrapped around his body. It was swirling with red and green. There were features about it that were unique to Logan. Aline chuckled,
"Yes more power. It will only make it the sweeter when I deliver the Kiss Of Death."
"Just shut up! Even without my brother here, I can kill you. I know I can!"
His body twitched and violently slammed into her. With a quick shift of her own body, Logan was sent flying with a kick. She formed a new weapon in her hand. A flintlock pistol was in her sadistic hands. She pulled the trigger just as Logan moved out of the way. The wall behind him broke open, leaving a gaping hole in the warehouse. Logan turned only to be slammed down to the ground. Aline questioned the young man with a sigh,
"Why do you even fight me? You know you can't beat me. Even after a lifetime of training I would still be the victor. So why do you fight me?"
"To…..To save them."
"To save whom?"
"All of my friends and loved ones."
"How can you save them if you can't even save yourself?"
She punted his ribs and he went through the skylight and in front of the full moon. He let out a breath as his body came back to the ground. He lay motionless on the cracked concrete as Aline made her way to him. Her weapon faded as she placed her body over him. Her eyes turned seductive as her lips got closer to him. His voice shook as she drew near,
"Aline, stop…Please."
"I will never stop."
She latched her lips on his as he struggled to get away. He could feel his soul being sucked away by her power. It was the Kiss Of Death. Logan closed his eyes and let a tear mix into his streaming blood that ran from his forehead. He knew it was all over. He couldn't move an inch. He couldn't fight it.
Their lips parted and Logan took one deep breath in. He coughed it out then looked to see what happened. He fixed his gaze on Maka who had punted Aline through a wall. Her voice was shaking with anger,
"Get away from my boyfriend you bitch. I'm the only one who gets to kiss him!"
Logan jumped up and embraced her. The things he wanted to say to her made him a bit dizzy. It could have also been his near death experience. He filled his kiss to her with all of his true emotions. Their opponent entered the building once again. She now wielded a claymore in her hands. Maka nodded to Logan and he gave her his left hand. His body started to glow and his words rang true and clear,
"Let's go Maka. I'm yours."
With his last words he warped into a scythe that a slight curve away from the blade. The blade was grey as well as the handle. The back of the blade was attached by a pointed 'X'. Maka could easily carry around Logan as this form. She took a couple test swings before getting back into a battle stance. Aline ran at the couple with murder in her eyes. She connected the blade across Logan's handle. As a pure weapon he could use some of his abilities as a weapon as well. He reached his soul wavelength out and attacked Aline with all the force he could muster. She screamed as a red and green lightning struck her body. Logan called out,
"Maka are you ready to do this?"
"Right!"
Their voices were in unison,
"Soul Resonance: Witch Hunter!"
Logan felt his blood rush and knew this had to work. The blood in his veins felt hot then cold. Something was changing. He didn't care as long as he killed Aline. The girl fell back and said,
"Even if you kill me, I am not alone. The one you seek is the original. I am but a mere clone. The weakest of seven in fact. My death won't mean anything. It isn't the end."
She heard Logan's voice as Maka raised him up to end her,
"It's a start!"
The clone screamed out but was cut short as Maka sliced through her. Even though she was a clone, a Kishin egg appeared. Logan left his scythe form and grabbed ahold of the floating orb. He slipped it into his mouth and swallowed. Maka spoke,
"Why are you eating souls? You don't have to be a death weapon."
"But I want to become stronger. That was number thirty-seven."
He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her. He was shaking and crying. She kissed him over and over. He knew it was only going to get worse. He turned and spit blood from his mouth. He left with Maka and left a puddle of black blood mixed with his saliva stained the floor of the ware house.