Hay guys, I decided to post early today, right now Im really sick and Im not on top of my game so we apologize if there are more errors than usual...but wont really do anything about it..enough of my wining. Pleas enjoy, fave and subscribe, leave a comment if you wish and I will...presumably, given that I have any strength at all in this fragile human carcass, will return, better, worse..
This really is Daniel Mathis, and I am going to be fine..probably.
(at the Death Bucks Cafe)
A small mouse scurried around under the tables in the Cafe, it would soon be time to make it's way back to the burrow in the back room that it called home, it searched for crumbs left by the messy humans that stomped around its little world, it had a good nibble on a pizza crust and was ready for a good nights sleep with its rodent family. It would make one more pass under the tables to make sure it didn't miss any yummy bits left unclaimed. But something felt wrong, a feeling that hadent sat well the entire evening, it felt eyes on its tiny skittering body but it was unlike the hard stares of those volatile humans that would scream or try and smash it with a shoe or something, shoes did make excellent burrows by the way. The gaze that it felt was cold, and malicious. The mouse finally saw them as it passed by a dark crevasse under one of the booth seats, in all it inner city rodent life it had never seen eyes like this, they glowed, and if that rodent could have seen colors or understood the concept of colors, then it would have noticed they glowed a particular yellow hue. It was marvels, perhaps the owner of these eyes wanted to be friend's. It came closer, it said..well it said nothing, because its a rodent, what were you hoping for? It came closer until its eyes adjusted. "Oh my." it would have possibly said if it could have spoken "and what are you?" it conceivably would have inquired. The long slender rope like body with scales so marvelously slick and handsome. It came closer, oh so curios.
It felt pane boom though its body as panic set it, it felt suddenly fire in its veins and just as quickly it ceased to feel anything at all. Its small beating heart stopped. And within seconds began a slow decent int the jaws of a serpent.
The snake crawled up onto a seat where Crona's shoulder bag was laying, the sun had been shining there for hours and so it found its comfy resting spot on top, waiting for Crona to return...
At four o'clock that afternoon the minute of the last bell at the DWMA kid sent out a message to the entire gang, they were to meet at Death Bucks, patty liz and kid along with Tsubaki left the DWMA together and they met up with Black Star, waiting on the corner down the street from the radio station where he had been working as an intern. A large gray truck passed by them on the road, blowing its horn at them as it did. "there's our ride, look's like Stien is ahead of schedule, I wonder how he pulled that one off." they walked few more blocks down the street to find Marie and Stien and Crona waiting for them having left Ronnie in the care of Mifune.
"what the heck is this thing?" Black*star asked, looking up at the gigantic beast that Stien So proudly parked on the curb. Its wheels were the size of a small child and it was likely by the sound of the engine that it used children as fuel as well, it was diesel fueled actually but it growled like a hungry basilisk lurked under the bonnet. Stien smirked and shuffled his shoulders smugly under his lab coat. "This is my beuty, my flame, my muse..." he said proudly, Marie gave him a hallow glare. "oh...you mean the truck?" he said.."i thought you meant my lovely gorgeous wife who I love..." Marie shook her head in disapproval "nice save Franken." Stien avoided meeting her scornful one eyed gaze. "this is a Mercedes Unimogi, a piece of my childhood, you see, i was raised in east Germany during the cold war, and these were the choice vehicle for east German forces, favored for their massive size, perfect for carrying men or equipment, its power is raw, a determined juggernaut that will iron a path through any forest leaving decimation under its tires...it's...well its fun to just drive around the block, you haven't experienced a drive through until you roll through in a behemoth like this. I grew up watching them rumble through the Streets of East Berlin, even if I hated living in that place I always wanted one of these trucks for myself." "where did you even find something like this?" Tsubaki asked. "E-bay." stien shrugged. He looked down and bristled with horror, seeing that one of his tires had been scuffed on the curb. He began to feverishly inspect the damage , his face inches from the tire. "right..." kid turned "lets not waist any more time, lady's and gents if you would all be so kind.." he gestured to the door of the Cafe.
"okay, pack it up people. This is it, were moving out tonight, were going to get soul to lead us out three kilometers from the target, when we arrive Black*star and Tsubaki will conduct recon" Soul helped patty and Liz with some duffel bags and supplies. Crona grabbed up her shoulder bag and sword, she had almost forgotten about the snake. She picked it up gently from inside the bag. "i think maybe you should stay here, your all that's left of my mother, I don't want you to be hurt." the snake hissed furiously as it neared the threshold of the bag. Crona grimaced with a twinge of fear, knowing its venomous bight would really ruin her day. "oh, okay..putting you back now.." she lowered it back into the bag and closed it.
The unimog was at its heart a military vehicle and was not at all pleasant to ride in, Stien had configured some padded seats but they weren't too generous in the way of comfort due to the stiff angle of the roof and walls, with seven passengers in the back along with gear, they were pushing the limits of comfort but they had weathered worse, soul sat up front with Stien, being he now had a bead on Maka it would be up to him to help navigate.
The ride was exhausting, getting out of the city was hard enough as most of the cobble stone streets aren't meant for vehicles, let alone of that size, there were only a hand full of roads that could be traversed in the titan and they were chocked at all hours of the day until night when the traffic slowly dissipated. But eventually they made it out and headed for rout eight hundred north, north bound from Death city and the greater Night Vale aria (which was to the south of death City) toward Desert Bluffs, but that town was dreadful and they would not be stopping there for any reason, the target aria was far beyond that horrible, terrible cesspool of a town with such an awful name, the town which we will all no longer speak of...
(Desert Bluffs...*spits on the ground*)
At some point in the ride, crona had almost fallen asleep, but she lay slumped against the metal shell separating her from the night, thinking of the events yet to come, she knew very well what the chains in souls vision meant, for they once bound Crona's own soul to the demon Ragnarok that dominated her life as a child, what now had they done to Maka? And would she be able to save her? She blinked herself into awareness, now feeling extra weight on her shoulder. Patty was laying against Crona's arm, fast asleep. Crona shifted, almost wishing that Patty would awake and reposition but she did not stir. In truth, patty was not asleep at all. Through the night they left the Deserts of Death Valley behind for fields and pastures and soon they happened upon thick green forests of pine trees and ceders. Soul shifted in his seat, Stien had been keeping him awake the whole night, telling him a few ghost stories just to rattle his nerves a little. "how far away are we now?" Stien asked, turning the bolt in his head. "Im not sure, its hard to tell." "okay, how long do you think it would take to get there?" soul thought, "uh, maybe two hours? That's just a guise, were getting close." he assured stein "tell me when we get close enough to faintly feel her presence, we don't want to roll right into their camp but within walking distance." soul nodded "okay, ill give it a shot." he leaned back in his seat and tried to focus.
(the next morning at the ester Finch manor)
Justin balanced a silver tray in his hand, holding a cup of milk, toast, and eggs, careful not to spill a drop, he shuffled at a hurried pace down the hall and stopped in front of a door at the end, he knocked and waited for a reply. "come in." came a soft youthful voice. Justin opned the door and walked in, he sat the tray on a table and looked toward the window where maka stood staring out into the cort yard where the men below marched. Where a day before, Ester Finch lay dead. Maka was waring a black dress, and her eyes were now a shade darker than obsidian. She grinned at the nice day outside, at justin at everything, so wonderful everything was. "i think were going to have visitors soon." she said wistfully. "will we?" Justin asked intrigued and most excited. Maka nodded. "Crona is coming, I can feel her now. And others, oh she has friends with her.." she trailed off. "i can see them all, oh there's kid, and Stien...and..and Soul.." she trailed off, her grin becoming wider and more malicious, there were satins of black blood between her teeth. "we will greet them accordingly." Justin said, silently gesturing to a guard that was standing in the doorway to ready the troops. Justin came forward and stood next to Maka by the window. "will you tell me again what it will be like when crona gets here?" "of course dear, the sun will fall from the sky and the oceans will turn to coal dust, blood read streaks of lightning will clash in the sky. The sanguinette will give you the moon and the void and all of the stars, that will all be yours as long as you are hers." Maka smiled and smiled...she took a deep breath. "it sounds so perfect." Justin nodded "i couldn't agree more." he turned "now, have your breakfast, I have business to attend to."
"lets eat Blondie im fucking starving!" came a small grouchy voice. A black mass with a head, torso and two arms emerged from Maka's' shoulder, its over sized eyes glared at the nice day outside. He sneered. "come on get away from the window the sun is roasting me!" he wined. "okay Ragnarok, we can eat now." Maka smiled ignoring his negativity as he pulled at her hair. "eggs?! I hate eggs! I told that pedophile looking mother fucker I wanted steak!" "wow, your fussy this morning, you better cheer up before Crona arrives or your going to spoil all the fun." she said offering him a fork, which he swatted from her hand, he grabbed he plate and tilted it to his gullet, sliding toast, eggs milk and all down his slimy maw. "i really dont give a damn, okay? That little squirt got me Kicked out of his body and sent back to hell! Do you know what kind of an ass chewing I got from Satan for running away from hell in the first place?" "well your just a real spoilsport you know that?" she crossed her arms "whatever, you people are killing me, I wish Justin would have left me in the fire." "you know what Ragnarok? You sound just like I did before Justin showed me the way in life." she laughed, "ms, frowny face I would have called myself back then." she sighed fondly "i remember the times in the basement when Justin would hold a blowtorch to my back and I would scream and bight, my throat parched like the desert floor, blood drips on the sealing, that wretched red blood that filled my unwashed husk.." she smiled even harder. "thanks for helping me remember all those happy times Ragnarok, I love you." she hugged him." he squirmed and punched at her. "god damn, leave me alone you insufferable bitch!" she giggled at him "not until you cheer up! not a chance!"
(outside that room)
Justin spoke over Heinrich's shoulder, his hand firmly gripping his arm. "prepare yourself brother, the sanguinette approaches...)