Soul Caliber: No Future

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Soul Caliber 2, its characters, or any other part that is involved with the Soul Caliber Series created by Namco.

Chapter 4

Xainghua was miserable for the rest of the journey. Kilik, her best friend had to leave because of something he couldn't explain. Every time she saw a tranquil pond, Kilik's smile came into her mind, and she became more dismal. Every sunray that touched her cheek, his touch came into memory, and the more depressed she became. This was very discouraging to Cassandra, whom had thought she had already lost her sister. Nightmare enjoyed tormenting people, plain and simple.

"Xainghua you have to get over this, "Cassandra said with a concerned voice, but nothing came in return. Xainghua kept her head down, staring at the black earth. Her steps seemed heavier, "Oh come on Xainghua! He only did this to save you! He wasn't trying to kill you so get your head out of your ass and realize the truth!"

Xainghua turned around and got into Cassandra's face, "You know nothing about what we went through, you stupid bitch!"

"BITCH! Why you!" Cassandra slapped Xainghua in the face. She held her hand on her cheek and then did not cry, but only nodded. She knew she deserved that.

Days passed and nights rolled on, but they reached a small ram shackled house on the third day. It was obviously burned long ago, and no corpses remained out to decay. Someone lived here long ago.

The house was still up, but very unstable. Scorch marks were everywhere and neither knew if the ceiling would give out. Xainghua looked around examining the burns and how the fire started. Cassandra was looking through old books. It was a one story home, so there wasn't a load on the roof to cave in. Xainghua still felt angry, and then sad, and then confused. What was wrong with Kilik?

"Hey!" Cassandra said, breaking the long silence, "I found a book! It looks like an old journal." Xainghua rushed up to her and looked at it over Cassandra's shoulder, "It says:"

June 6th 1561

I've met a most wonderful young woman today. She was so nice to me, unlike any of my other friends. She had real concern for me. She was a bit younger than me, but all the same, we connected instantly. We have so much in common. She is also a warrior! That makes me happy to know that I'm not the only one who has a demanding master.

"It seems like there are lots of entries. Let's keep reading, "Said Xainghua, now becoming addicted to this person's life.

June 11th 1561

It's been five days since I met her. The only problem is that I can't get her out of my head. My other friends have abandoned me and she's the only one who hangs around me. I feel so alone without her. It's hard to do anything with her in my head! What's wrong with me??? I'll contemplate this at a later date.

August 23rd 1561

It's my 16th birthday and I'm miserable. No one has remembered me. All though the day, not even "happy birthday!". I thought it was a surprise, but this is the end of the night and no presents or anything. I think my parents hate me. They also don't seem to like her either. Maybe that's why they forgot. Maybe it's because of HER that they hate me. But I don't care, as long as she's with me.

"It keeps referring to this one girl," concluded Xainghua.

September 2nd 1561

This is something really important I need to write down. I found a really nice looking red shard in the ground. It glistens with a red glow. It is so beautiful; I must give it to her. She's the only one who listens now. Even my mentor, my father tosses me aside like a bone of chicken with no meat on it. I only hope she likes it, because she's the only one who cares.

"The next passages are too messy. Wait! This date is familiar," exclaimed Cassandra, now sitting on an old chair reading aloud to her friend.

April 7th 1562

My life is over. It took me all this time to build up giving her this shard, and she left for Athens. I can't believe her! I thought we had something special! I remember still her on the boat, not even looking back at me. I'm going to miss her. I'll never forget the name Cassandra.

At that last word, Cassandra dropped the book and tried to think back, "Yes, I do remember that I did use to live here, but my parents had to leave for Athens. But who was that boy?"

"Look at the cover," proposed Xainghua. On the cover it had the name "Siegfried" the last name was blurred.

"That rings a bell now!" Cassandra said, "I'm going to keep reading."

June 6th 1562

I can't take it anymore! Cassandra is gone and my parents are making me feel like shit! I don't know if I can last much longer. I've place the shard I was going to give her in my pouch and never let it leave my person. One year since I met her, and now I can barely remember her face! This is too depressing.

July 15th 1562

This is my last entry. I couldn't keep my anger in. I slew my father and burned down my own home; my mother fled. They pushed me too far, but I still regret my actions. Fortunately, I've found a sword of souls that says I can resurrect my father if I collect enough souls. The shard has merged with my sword, and become something unimaginable. From this day, I will be the reaper of souls. I need a new name. I am now the black knight Nightmare.

Cassandra dropped the book and moved back in terror. She trembled underneath herself and fell to her knees, staring blankly into space. How...how could this be!? I used to know Nightmare but no as a demon, as a friend!! This is impossible! She thought and went blank. Xainghua walked over to the book on the floor, read it and did the same. It fell with a bang and the old book scattered dust everywhere.

"Cassandra, you knew him?"

"Yes, I did!" Cassandra cried over knowing a person she knew slew her sister.

"It seems he really liked you, maybe even loved you."

"NO! That's impossible! Stop talking STOP!!!!" Cassandra covered her ears and stared to cry even more. Xainghua slapped her on the face.

"Face it, it already happened. So, what do we do now? He probably doesn't remember you and we have some clues. What is out next step?"

"We need to find Kilik. He's vital to our team. After that, we can go on from there."

Kilik walked through the forest, Nightmare following him through the trees. Kilik often rubbed his arm, which the rash had grown in a few days to exponential size. It burned, and every time he touched it. A hateful memory came into his otherwise calm head.

He found a lake and soaked his arm in it, but that did no good. He found medicinal herbs and those did nothing either. Kilik started to stagger a bit with his paces, and his suffering made Nightmare chuckle.

The world was spinning, he felt hot. Kilik didn't know if he would survive. He hit the ground and the world stopped spinning.

"Is he dead?" Nightmare said to Soul Edge.

No, but something marvelous is about to happen. Watch.

Kilik's mind was blank, and then he saw red. Heat came next and then smoke was conjured. He could now see an old memory he had suppressed for so many years. He saw himself killing innocent monks, stetting fire to his own home the Sheng Lu Temple. The blood from the monks stained their white clothing. It was on the walls and the floor, and he could smell it. He ran up to himself and shouted something, but nothing came out; just a hollow silence. Screams filled the air and he could hear himself laughing.

"NO! I didn't do this! No way!" Kilik screamed out. He tried to hold himself back, but as he went to grab the evil Kilik's arm, his own went through it. He was almost a ghost, watching an evil projection of a memory. It was so lifelike. He couldn't ever remember a memory being this vivid.

This was the memory of him destroying his temple (which was now rebuilt) and killing his master. This was when Soul Edge had complete control over him.

The Demon Kilik turned around and looked at Kilik. He advanced towards him, and he stumbled. He crawled back into a corner, and the Demon Kilik was on fire. He started to change shape, into The Eye of Soul Edge. It was right in front of his face, laughing sadistically. He screamed and woke up.

He was in a cold sweat and his stomach churned inside of him. He crawled over to his backpack lying a few feet away. The water skin in there would be very good for the nausea and heat flashes he was having. As soon as he drank some, he vomited. It was night and he was scared.

You see! I appeared to him a few weeks ago, and now I'm slowly destroying his mind. Then you will have a new brother; A brother that will understand you!

"Yes! My whole life and no one has understood me! How much longer do we wait until he converts?" Nightmare said to Soul Edge, leaping down to leave. He had seen all he wanted to see.

He is quite strong. It will take a while for him to convert.

Nightmare remained silent. His thought turned from having a new brother to Cassandra. He knew that she was familiar. He often wandered into his own fantasy world and Soul Edge watched disgusted, but remained quiet about it. It Nightmare did stray away back to the person he had known all those years ago, he would dispose of the vessel named Siegfried "the Nightmare".

A/N: This is my FAVOURITE chapter so far! I hope you enjoyed it too. My ideas are flowing so the plot thickens and it will thicken slowly; the best way to make a story. R&R!