A new assignment for Nightmare always excited Tira. She'd do anything for her dream date, that hunky, sexy, gentle, evil, conniving, honest, sweet, lying scumbag. Tira tried to control her alternate personality from taking over. Either way, she had to suppress it and leave only one or two personalities for the mission. That's right, Tira was not actually schizophrenic. She was octoschizophrenic. She had eight split personalities, though two of which were actually seen in Soul Calibur 3, and were the most abundant personalities.
She had to concentrate on her mission. Her hubby asked her nicely to find at least six strong souls for him and to bring them in a giant leather bag, and out of her, Astaroth and Cervantes, the one who had the most souls would receive a 'reward.' She could only imagine what it could be.
Her first stop of the morning was a zoo. There were about five strong souls in the vicinity, and she could sense it. If only she could actually find them.
She noticed three cages side by side, each of which contained something that wasn't an animal. She laughed sadistically at their misfortune and started to make fun of them from the top of a restroom she was standing on as a lookout point. It was made of toy Lincoln logs and couldn't take more than a hundred pounds of weight. You probably guessed it, that the restroom collapsed under Tira's feet.
Everyone within ten yards laughed sadistically at her misfortune and started to make fun of her from the top of restrooms they were standing on as lookout points. Enraged, Tira took her ringblade out of her pocket, or wherever she was hiding it, and killed everyone in various ways.
Only then did she realize that chaos was erupting for a reason other than her mass murder spree. Oh, did she feel the strong souls now. They were flowing in like a school of fish. There was no way she'd be able to capture all of them in time, however, so she aimed for one at a time. She pushed people to her sides while charging through the crowd and located a woman in a kimono radiating plenty of power. As she started to bag her, the woman elbowed Tira in the nose. Enraged, she backhanded the woman with the strength of a golem, immediately knocking her out.
By the time she finished bagging the woman, the other souls she sensed were gone. She still had time to chase after the closest one. She leapt over the zoo wall and raced after it.
She was much faster than her target and was able to catch up with it within moments. Swooping down on her prey, she found that it was an old man with an owl head. She dove off from a rooftop and landed on his shoulders. Before he could realize what had happened, she kicked him in the head hard enough to give a concussion and stuffed the body in the leather bag. She looked around at the odd scene of dozens of weapons sticking out from the ground in the street. As she ventured through the maze of weapons, a lizardman stumbled toward her, seemingly unaware of her presence. It radiated great power. She grinned devilishly, snickering under her breath. She balanced her ringblade on the ground, and with her hands clenched at the top, swung her body through the center. She landed on the lizardman's shoulders and with the same method, knocked him out with a swift kick to the cranium. Another point for Tira. She was on a roll.
She picked up her pace and jogged up a mountain. She sensed a very large group of strong souls packed in a small area up there. The trail led her to a small house. She counted five in this area. With stark silence, she kicked down the door, which exploded upon falling on the floor inside. Well, maybe she wasn't so silent after all.
She had to act fast. She pounced onto her first target, a young woman with short, blonde hair. The woman grabbed a metal shield from under a destroyed table and swung it at Tira. Tira grabbed it and yanked it out of her hand, then hit her in the head with it. She stood over her unconscious opponent and saw four other faces staring in her direction.
"Ah, you must be the new babysitter! Please, have a seat and I'll get you some breakfast!" an unusually cheerful housewife smiled.
A man with long sideburns looked at Tira with tired eyes and whispered, "Please, do that to me next."
Tira grinned widely and obeyed. She hit him over the head with the shield and did the same to the housewife and their two screeching kids. She stuffed all five victims into her now nearly overflowing bag.
One more stop she had to make. She felt four presences now, in a house atop a hill. She made her way up through the tall grass to the back of the house and quietly cut a hole in a window with her ringblade. The window shattered upon touching the blade. Again, Tira needed to work on her stealth methods.
She ran up the stairs and attacked. She grabbed an old, wrinkly fellow in gangsta clothing by the ankle and threw him at a couple of younger Asians sitting on a couch with all the might left in her body. Catching her breath, she looked at the three bodies on the floor. She could have sworn there were four people here.
She sat down for a while at the couch to rest for the long journey back to Nightmare with a bag full of eleven sleeping souls. She knew it would take a long time to finish this task, but it would all be worth it. Nightmare was a man of his word, right?
…Right?
Next Chapter: Nightmare's StoryThis feels so rushed. Sorry peoples. But there are only two chapters left, so I'm ready to get this over with and move on to other things.