Ch.16: Sadly It's a Victory

Logan tried to move his arm but he didn't have the strength to. He knew, all he had left was his sword and his right arm. Malice on the other hand had both arms and the sword of Legend called the Doombringer. But there was something Malice didn't have and that was energy, he was almost completely drained and didn't have enough to perform a healing move.

"Listen here Logan…I have much respect for you."

"What? Why do you respect me?"

"You are a very determined man; I like the guts you used to even attempt to finish me off. I will tell you this, I don't have confidence that I will win and I don't have confidence that you will win but what ever happens I hope you get as much respect as you deserve. To tell you the truth I don't like Price either, he is a psychotic moron with a past that is not worth an alibi for the pain he has caused to these people. If I had the chance I would cut his throat myself but I gave him a promise and I am a man that keeps my word."

Logan nodded and smiled.

"I never thought I would respect a person trying to kill me but I really am."

Malice nodded again and brought his sword up to his shoulder. Logan did the same. With a small gasp of breath they both charged at one another with swords raised high. They spun there bodies around and connected the blades again this time they followed it up with a low swing. The battle continued for minutes, they both began to tire but they never let there guard down because one wrong move could mean the end of there life. Logan swung his blade at Malice's head but he met the end of a hilt that sent him to his knees gasping for air. Malice kneed him in the head and sent him skidding across the pavement scraping up his skin. The dark warrior walked over to his shaking body and stood over his chest. He put his blade tip at his throat and smiled.

"It is time I finished this; Soul-Eater!"

Logan saw the demonic eye on the blades hilt glow bright red and then the black steel had a purple light shoot from its tip. The light covered Logan's body and he felt like his life was being torn out of his body. What Logan couldn't see was a purple outline of him escaping from his body.

"You see Mr. Logan this is my final move, you will give me the largest amount of energy I ever had. It's called the Soul-Eater technique. It stills a person's life energy or there soul and gives it to me. When it's all over with the victim is left an empty shell like a fish out of water."

Logan tried to fight back but he couldn't move, it was like he had no control over his body. Malice felt his energy return to him, his power was returning. As he saw the soul leave Logan a sharp pain entered his body He felt like his stomach was fighting him back. His body yelled at him and the soul leave his body. The purple outline returned to a confused Logan.

"That…that soul! It's pure? No sins what so ever it's like your free of guilt for anything you have done!"

"Couldn't swallow that huh? Thought so, you see 10 years in prison teaches you something. It lets you figure out that no matter what you do now nothing can be as bad as what you had been in. So therefore I have no guilt and therefore no sin. Your darkness couldn't handle my light."

Malice looked at Logan up and down, it was like his body had healed entirely like what was suppose to happen to him happened to Logan instead. Before he could react he felt a sharp object in his stomach. He felt his gut and found an extending piece of metal just above his stomach. Malice leaned back and yelled in pain as the blade left his body. He backed away and tried to stop the bleeding.

"I figured out your weakness Malice. You see your powers rely on your energy. The les you have the less you can do. The more moves you pull off with that darkness technique the more energy is taken away you're like a battery for your own powers. That Doombringer sword was the last amount of energy you could use. That's why you weren't able to take my soul; your body wasn't strong enough to handle it. One the other hand thanks to your little failure with your weapon gave me the energy you were going to accept. You powered me up with my on soul."

Malice fell to his knees and then felt another object in his leg and the in his side. He couldn't stop the bleeding. He dropped his Doombringer and tried to slow his blood flow down. Logan rose to his feet and picked the Doombringer up. He placed it on Malice's left shoulder and put the Massacre on his right. He had Malice trapped in a scissor finisher.

"You win. I have lost Garfield Logan." sighed Malice.

Logan let the weapons drop from his shoulders and to the floor.

"Rise to your feet Malice."

"Why do you not finish me? I have failed and therefore you have the right to end my life."

"You have to good a talent to waste, you may be dark but that doesn't mean I am. I respect you and therefore I will allow you to leave as soon as I have Raven heal you. But remember this; if you ever try to do this again I will not be so nice."

"I am in your debt Mr. Logan and I promise you by the end of your journey I will repay you."

Logan nodded and then he saw Raven sitting up with a look of shook and happiness on her face. Logan on the other hand knew she would not be so happy when he had to deliver the news to her. Raven ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"Raven…heal him, then he will leave."

Raven nodded and leaned to his wounds. She placed her hands on the wounds and watched them heal up. Malice bowed and lifted the Doombringer to his side. He placed it in his back and groaned as it sunk into his skin.

"Thank you, both of you and I am sorry for your pain."

Logan looked at him sternly and watched him walk away. In a moment he sunk into the darkness and was gone from there sights.

"What should we do about her?" Raven said with anger in her voice towards the wakening Terra.

"We let her leave as well unless she wishes to stay with us. I got her to remember what had happened all those years ago. But I didn't do it in time to save…"

Logan froze, he didn't want to say his name, but Raven figured it off with a gasp. Her eyes filled with tears and she ran into the diners. When she entered it she fell to her knees and sobbed as she saw David cleaning up Nicky's body making sure he didn't look the way he did when Terra was finished with him.

"Nicky!"

David couldn't stand to see her crying, he wiped his eyes and went into the back room were he fell to his knees and sobbed as well. He had lost one of his best employees and had all his customers killed in one day. He couldn't take any more of this. Outside Logan walked over to Terra's side; she herself was not looking like she was supposed to.

"I can't believe I killed that poor kid."

"You didn't…Price was the killer not you."

Terra herself berried her head into her knees. Up above the streets Riku looked on with a small smiled on his face.

"They might have one this time, to bad it really isn't there victory. My father will be pleased to hear this news and soon he will no longer have to worry about Logan. He will be with mother."

Riku sighed and twisted the handle of the Apocalypse in his hand and the curved blade flipped open to make a scythe. He stabbed the scythe into the air and ripped open a portal to nothingness. He walked into the open hole and then it sealed up into nothing. Riku may be a dark evil person but he was correct what kind of victory is it when you lose someone that had his whole life ahead of him? The same thing goes for War, there is no victory in war we all lose, and yet we all act like we won and that's a good thing. Sadly though those people who are on the other side do not feel so happy, why do we need to sacrifice our men and women to stop something that is as small as an argument? But still we all sit back with a smile on our face and say to ourselves that this is a true victory.