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Chapter 2
Beginning of the hunt
"How could it be? I thought myself and Skull Knight had destroyed them and any thing that was under there influence!" Angrily thought Gattsu as he felt the almost forgotten feeling of his brand burn at the presence of that accursed red behelit.
He looked at the child with a gaze that emanated hate and fear at the same time. Was this the God Hands last act? Or did he in fact never get rid of them at all? Also, was this child destined to become another of their kind? The same kind that ruined his life and took away the only women he had ever loved?
If so, he would have to kill once again. But who was left to help him? It figures, he would have to do this alone.
"Tell me boy.what is your name?" Gattsu dully asked as he began to dig through a giant chest. It had been forever since he last looked through here and it took him longer to remember where everything was.
"Cyrus milord." The child meekly said. The child was still in awe as he sat in the same house as the Black Swordsman. To his understanding, the Black Swordsman was responsible for fighting the Taka no Dan led by Griffith.
Cyrus was brought out of his daze as he noticed the man donning his armor. It was very black and had mismatched pieces of material. The shoulder guard was dented; more then likely from a stray sword strike. The young boy then noticed for the first time the singular metal gauntlet on Gattsu's left arm.
"Sir.why do you only wear one gauntlet? What are you getting ready for?" asked the boy. His wound was bandaged and the pain had subsided. Gattsu had rubbed some sort of green paste like material. When Cyrus asked what it was, Gattsu did not reply. Not wanting to anger him he did not pursue the subject any more.
"Where are you from?" questioned Gattsu as he continued to tighten his armor on him. How odd it felt but in another it felt so natural. He tightened his metal artificial hand as he turned around and faced the young boy.
"Do you know what you have boy?" questioned Gattsu as he walked towards the child.
Looking down at the red egg like object the boy slowly looked up and shook his head.
"Good.Let's go back to your village. Where is it?" asked Gattsu as he picked the child up and put him on his back.
"It's through the forest. It's a small village." Whispered the boy as he wrapped his arms around the Black Swordsman's neck. Upon getting on his back the boy noticed the weird mark on his neck.
"Sir, what is that mark on your neck?"
"My past." was the only thing that the accursed man said. With that he made his way out to the world.
---------------------------------------Abandoned Fort of Chuda-------------- ---------------------
"There late." proclaimed a burley man. His face was in a snarl as he looked out into the fields of the former land of Chuda. This base was once part of their great empire, but it rested and stood as a base for a band of thief's and cutthroats now.
"Relax.they were just going after some kid last time I saw them. They should be back soon enough." Replied a lazy voice.
The giant of a man turned his head slightly towards the direction of the voice and snorted. He could not believe the lackadaisicalness of some of the people here. He was soon brought out of his daze when suddenly the door busted open.
As quick as the door flew open the others that seemed to materialize out from behind the shadows quickly brought down the assailent hard on to his face. The man felt a hard knee to the back of his head and numerous tips of daggers and other self made weapons at his throat.
"Wa.wait!" he stammered out.
The burly man slowly made his way to the individual and knelt. He grasped the man's face roughly as he inspected it. Snorting he dropped the head as he turned his back to him.
"Why are you late?" was the simple question that was asked from him.
"Daig! He's.. dead!" stammered the out of breathe rider.
The thief's that held him down let him up after they were certain of his identity. Wondering who would dare to fight and even kill a member of the Shadow of the Cloak they waited in anticipation to see if they would have some fun tonight.
"Explain." commanded the big man, no doubt their leader. Continuing to stare out the moss-covered window, he began to tap his foot.
Quickly trying to gather his bearings, he was soon introduced to a solid blow from the big man's fist.
"I SAID EXPLAIN!" yelled the tyrant. His blood red eyes pierced into his soul. It was a well-known fact that their leader had very little patience and if an order was given, it was in your best interest to carry it out as fast as possible.
"My Apologies!! We had chased the boy through the forest and into the plains. We were about to get the necklace but then.then." The scarred rider began but was unable to finish his words as he went wide-eyed.
"Until what god damn it!" bellowed the leader as he quickly grasped the rider's throat. He began to squeeze it in hopes to intimidate his follower into telling him quickly but when he looked into his eyes he saw fear not from his grasp but the look as if he saw the devil himself.
"Kenshi!.Kuroi Kenshi!" stammered out the rider.
Clenching his jaw, the enraged leader let go of the man's face and turned back to the window. Thoughts flew through his head as he remembered the tales of the Black Swordsman. Could it be possible? If it was true then that meant that the necklace was with him as well.
"Do you remember where his land was?" questioned the leader as he tapped his foot.
"Yes I do." Whispered the rider.
"Very well then.Let us prepare for battle. That necklace shall be mine!" spat out the leader of thief's. He heard legends of this necklace and he would not let anyone, including the Black Swordsman get in his way.
-------------------------------------------Plains of Chuda------------------ ------------------------
The journey was quite. Gattsu had too much on his mind to begin a conversation with the child. He had thought that Skullknight and himself had disposed of all the Behelit's but it seemed that it was not true.
"How much farther?" questioned Gattsu. He wanted to begin asking for questions as soon as possible to where the Egg of Kings came from.
"Not much sir, we should be there shortly." Cyrus answered sleepily. He had been too tired to stay up for the trip. With the entire running and his wound, sleep was to good to pass up on this journey.
Gattsu soon spotted the little hamlet of a town. As he made his way through the front gate he could see the local villagers give him questioning glances as he had the child on his back.
He soon found his way at the center of the village were a once exquisite fountain once flowed, but now stood dry and cracked. Looking around he decided this was the end of their little journey and the starting point for his main objective.
"Wake up, were here." His gruff tone awoke the sleeping Cyrus as he looked around and saw the familiar sites.
Gently sliding down from the Black Swordsman's back, Cyrus hoped to the ledge of the broken fountain and looked up at the giant of a man.
"Will you be heading back soon milord?"
Gazing down at the child, Gattsu merely replied with a softer tone.
"No.I have some searching to do.you take care Cyrus, is that understood?"
"Yes milord."
With that said, Gattsu watched as the young boy went to his home. Once out of view, Gattsu began to look for a place to stay. Although he was unaware that he was being watched.
The cloaked figure silently fled back to the shelter that the shadows provided and waited for another time.
Sorry for taking so long with that chapter folks, work has been a rather pain in the arse as of late but hopefully I should be putting out some more chapters. Reviews are a writers best friend so help a brother out and please review!!! ~/Super_Saiyajin no Ouji\~ sends.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Berserk or any of their characters. I DO how every own my own ideas and characters that I may and will create.
Chapter 2
Beginning of the hunt
"How could it be? I thought myself and Skull Knight had destroyed them and any thing that was under there influence!" Angrily thought Gattsu as he felt the almost forgotten feeling of his brand burn at the presence of that accursed red behelit.
He looked at the child with a gaze that emanated hate and fear at the same time. Was this the God Hands last act? Or did he in fact never get rid of them at all? Also, was this child destined to become another of their kind? The same kind that ruined his life and took away the only women he had ever loved?
If so, he would have to kill once again. But who was left to help him? It figures, he would have to do this alone.
"Tell me boy.what is your name?" Gattsu dully asked as he began to dig through a giant chest. It had been forever since he last looked through here and it took him longer to remember where everything was.
"Cyrus milord." The child meekly said. The child was still in awe as he sat in the same house as the Black Swordsman. To his understanding, the Black Swordsman was responsible for fighting the Taka no Dan led by Griffith.
Cyrus was brought out of his daze as he noticed the man donning his armor. It was very black and had mismatched pieces of material. The shoulder guard was dented; more then likely from a stray sword strike. The young boy then noticed for the first time the singular metal gauntlet on Gattsu's left arm.
"Sir.why do you only wear one gauntlet? What are you getting ready for?" asked the boy. His wound was bandaged and the pain had subsided. Gattsu had rubbed some sort of green paste like material. When Cyrus asked what it was, Gattsu did not reply. Not wanting to anger him he did not pursue the subject any more.
"Where are you from?" questioned Gattsu as he continued to tighten his armor on him. How odd it felt but in another it felt so natural. He tightened his metal artificial hand as he turned around and faced the young boy.
"Do you know what you have boy?" questioned Gattsu as he walked towards the child.
Looking down at the red egg like object the boy slowly looked up and shook his head.
"Good.Let's go back to your village. Where is it?" asked Gattsu as he picked the child up and put him on his back.
"It's through the forest. It's a small village." Whispered the boy as he wrapped his arms around the Black Swordsman's neck. Upon getting on his back the boy noticed the weird mark on his neck.
"Sir, what is that mark on your neck?"
"My past." was the only thing that the accursed man said. With that he made his way out to the world.
---------------------------------------Abandoned Fort of Chuda-------------- ---------------------
"There late." proclaimed a burley man. His face was in a snarl as he looked out into the fields of the former land of Chuda. This base was once part of their great empire, but it rested and stood as a base for a band of thief's and cutthroats now.
"Relax.they were just going after some kid last time I saw them. They should be back soon enough." Replied a lazy voice.
The giant of a man turned his head slightly towards the direction of the voice and snorted. He could not believe the lackadaisicalness of some of the people here. He was soon brought out of his daze when suddenly the door busted open.
As quick as the door flew open the others that seemed to materialize out from behind the shadows quickly brought down the assailent hard on to his face. The man felt a hard knee to the back of his head and numerous tips of daggers and other self made weapons at his throat.
"Wa.wait!" he stammered out.
The burly man slowly made his way to the individual and knelt. He grasped the man's face roughly as he inspected it. Snorting he dropped the head as he turned his back to him.
"Why are you late?" was the simple question that was asked from him.
"Daig! He's.. dead!" stammered the out of breathe rider.
The thief's that held him down let him up after they were certain of his identity. Wondering who would dare to fight and even kill a member of the Shadow of the Cloak they waited in anticipation to see if they would have some fun tonight.
"Explain." commanded the big man, no doubt their leader. Continuing to stare out the moss-covered window, he began to tap his foot.
Quickly trying to gather his bearings, he was soon introduced to a solid blow from the big man's fist.
"I SAID EXPLAIN!" yelled the tyrant. His blood red eyes pierced into his soul. It was a well-known fact that their leader had very little patience and if an order was given, it was in your best interest to carry it out as fast as possible.
"My Apologies!! We had chased the boy through the forest and into the plains. We were about to get the necklace but then.then." The scarred rider began but was unable to finish his words as he went wide-eyed.
"Until what god damn it!" bellowed the leader as he quickly grasped the rider's throat. He began to squeeze it in hopes to intimidate his follower into telling him quickly but when he looked into his eyes he saw fear not from his grasp but the look as if he saw the devil himself.
"Kenshi!.Kuroi Kenshi!" stammered out the rider.
Clenching his jaw, the enraged leader let go of the man's face and turned back to the window. Thoughts flew through his head as he remembered the tales of the Black Swordsman. Could it be possible? If it was true then that meant that the necklace was with him as well.
"Do you remember where his land was?" questioned the leader as he tapped his foot.
"Yes I do." Whispered the rider.
"Very well then.Let us prepare for battle. That necklace shall be mine!" spat out the leader of thief's. He heard legends of this necklace and he would not let anyone, including the Black Swordsman get in his way.
-------------------------------------------Plains of Chuda------------------ ------------------------
The journey was quite. Gattsu had too much on his mind to begin a conversation with the child. He had thought that Skullknight and himself had disposed of all the Behelit's but it seemed that it was not true.
"How much farther?" questioned Gattsu. He wanted to begin asking for questions as soon as possible to where the Egg of Kings came from.
"Not much sir, we should be there shortly." Cyrus answered sleepily. He had been too tired to stay up for the trip. With the entire running and his wound, sleep was to good to pass up on this journey.
Gattsu soon spotted the little hamlet of a town. As he made his way through the front gate he could see the local villagers give him questioning glances as he had the child on his back.
He soon found his way at the center of the village were a once exquisite fountain once flowed, but now stood dry and cracked. Looking around he decided this was the end of their little journey and the starting point for his main objective.
"Wake up, were here." His gruff tone awoke the sleeping Cyrus as he looked around and saw the familiar sites.
Gently sliding down from the Black Swordsman's back, Cyrus hoped to the ledge of the broken fountain and looked up at the giant of a man.
"Will you be heading back soon milord?"
Gazing down at the child, Gattsu merely replied with a softer tone.
"No.I have some searching to do.you take care Cyrus, is that understood?"
"Yes milord."
With that said, Gattsu watched as the young boy went to his home. Once out of view, Gattsu began to look for a place to stay. Although he was unaware that he was being watched.
The cloaked figure silently fled back to the shelter that the shadows provided and waited for another time.
Sorry for taking so long with that chapter folks, work has been a rather pain in the arse as of late but hopefully I should be putting out some more chapters. Reviews are a writers best friend so help a brother out and please review!!! ~/Super_Saiyajin no Ouji\~ sends.