Chapter Two: Deathscythe
"Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? No? Well, allow me to introduce you to him then." - Deathscythe


I woke up sweating, I had had the dream again. The one where I watched my father die, knowing I couldn't save him. Oh yeah, my name is Elvira, but call me Deathscythe. I rolled out of bed and pulled on a loose tank top and a pair of sweatpants and walked into the workout room. Zero was there. Zero's a cold hearted bastard that hates women. Actually, he just thinks that women shouldn't be fighting unless they know how and aren't weak. Wing, Eypon, Altolong and myself had already proven our strength to him. Other then that he's an okay guy, you know? Zero's probably the only best friend I have. Yeah I hang out with Wing and Eypon, and we talk girl stuff, and yeah I hang out with Altolong, she see's me as the mother she so desperatly needs. But Zero knows almost everything about me, except for a few personal facts that you don't need to know either!

"Hello. Ever hear of knocking?" Zero said, straping himself to the rope hanging from the high ceiling of the room.

"Yes, but it doesn't count if it's not a bedroom, locker room or a bathroom." I said, standing in front of him.

He looked down from straping himself in and grinned, "You're working out braless again, huh?"

"You bastard! Stop looking down my shirt you perv!" I shouted, scowling.

"I didn't see anything, I'm more honorable then that. My father taught me well in that area."

I shoved the image of my father's death out of my head, "Do you miss him?" I asked, suddenly.

"Who?" He asked, still hanging upside down.

"You father? Are you upset that he's dead and gone forever?"

"I'm glad he's dead. At least he can't make anymore demented freaks like us." Zero said, as he started doing hangers. Hangers, for those of you who don't know, are doing sit-ups while hanging from the ceiling.

"Yeah well, I enjoy being a demented freak, thank you." I said folding my arms, glaring up at him.

Zero laughed, "Woman, I admire you."

That caught me off guard. "Wha? Why?"

"You're not afraid to be yourself. Deathscythe, keep that trait. You'll need it." He said, unhooking himself and jumping down. He flashed me a smile. I smiled back.

"Why don't you miss your father?"

"My father was an evil bastard! The only reason why any of us were made was because our parents wanted us to become warriors and fight! They never cared for us, not even your father!" This wasn't Zero, this wasn't MY Zero. This wasn't the Zero that I had been friends with sence childhood. His change had snuck up on me.

"Zero?" It hurt. I trust Zero, but I can't loose what I have with him, the friendship he has given me sence we first met when we were babies.

Zero smiled, nodding his head, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Deathscythe, forgive me."

"I do." The painful memory of my father came back full force and I did something that I haven't done sence his death, I fell into Zero's arms and cried.