CHAPTER 2

About three miles back down the road from where the tractor trailer crashed; Zasalamel got up and wiped the dirt off of his chest.

"Stupid spirit sword! That blasted weapon stole my vehicle!" he spat. Then, he noticed that his overalls were ruined. "Damn." He took a minute, took a deep breath, and strode up and toward the ruined truck. "At least I have one of the blasted swords." He grumbled.

Just then, he came upon the truck.

"Oh DAMN…" He hissed, seeing that the truck, which was encased in flame, was empty. Footprints led away from the wreckage. They headed…North.

Zasalamel spotted his scythe hanging on a tree. He'd be needing it, if Soul Calibur was really gone…

-

While Nate was in the bathroom, Soul Edge tried to reason with Ben.

"Look, your other 'friend' is in the bathroom. Kill him, feed me, and you can have anything you want. And, you won't be stabbed in the back…"

Ben shook his head. "No way in Hell. Nate's been nothing but a friend. An annoying friend, 'tis true, but a true friend nonetheless."

Soul Edge groaned. "I hate you, you know that, right?"

Ben nodded.

Soul Edge laughed. "Good. As long as we know where we stand."

Nate came back into the living room, where Ben and Soul edge were resting. Ben still had Soul Edge hidden under his vest.

There was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!' Nate said, opening the door.

Sean was there, holding Soul Calibur in one hand, and a machete in the other.

"Come out and PLAY, BEN!" Sean yelled, charging the wielder of Soul Edge.

Ben rolled out of the way. "DAMMIT! You WERE right!" he yelled at Soul Edge.

Soul Edge laughed. "Well, I'll help you fight this one, if only so I can kill my wimpy nemesis!"

Soul Edge then turned into its famous form as a Greatsword.

Sean gasped in delight. "YES! THIS IS PERFECT!" He leapt over Nate and swung at Ben's head, whose owner rolled out of the way again.

Sean landed with a heavy thud, laughing maniacally.

"Give me Soul Edge, and I won't hurt you." He said, strangely calm.

Ben shook his head. "No way. You're insane!"

Sean let loose a whoop, and charged Ben again.

A shot was heard, and Sean stopped dead in his tracks.

Nate was standing between the two with a shotgun.

"CALM DOWN!" he roared.

Ben backed up, as did Sean.

Ben sat down, but Sean attacked Nate, swinging his swords like a maniac.

"DIE!" Sean howled, stabbing Nate in the gut, and rending his shotgun.

Soul Edge then turned into a rocket launcher.

"Back off, wielder of Soul Calibur, lest I blow your head off!" he roared.

Sean jumped back. "WE'LL MEET AGAIN!" He then turned and ran.

Ben looked at his weapon, aghast. "You can change forms!" he said, amazed.

Soul Edge laughed. "Of course. However, when I'm a ranged weapon, I have no ammunition. I was bluffing the psychopath."

Ben laughed as well. "Well, we'd better help Nate."

Soul Edge smacked Ben in the forehead. "NO! He's fatally wounded. Perhaps we should harvest his soul."

Nate groaned on the ground.

Ben sighed, put Soul Edge on his back, and picked Nate up. "Are you OK?" Ben asked.

Nate groaned, but nodded.

Ben went to the first-aid kit Nate kept in the kitchen, and pulled out all the medicines and tools that he would need.

He then ran back to Nate, who was losing quite a bit of blood.

"Where are you hurt?" Ben inquired.

"Kidney…" Nate groaned.

Ben sighed. He would have to call 911. They were the only ones who could help Nate now. He picked up the phone.

"Fool." Soul Edge spat.

"Shut up, you stupid lump of metal." Ben hissed, as he dialed the phone, and handed it to Nate. He then took his leave Eastward.

-

Zasalamel saw the Red-haired kid run out with Soul Calibur, so he chased after him. However, the kid was extremely swift, and unknowingly outran him, unaware of the pursuit.

Zasalamel sighed. "I'll have to get Revenant to do my dirty work again."

-

Ben was about a mile away from Nate's house by now.

"WORMS!" he heard behind him.

"Oh no…" Soul Edge groaned. Ben turned around just in time to avoid an axe through his head.

"ASTAROTH SHALL DEVOUR YOUR ENTRAILS!" The voice roared, attached to a body that was massive.

Ben screamed, and started to run for his life. "THIS SUCKS!"

He turned his head to Soul Edge. "WHAT IS GOING ON!"

Soul Edge sighed. "Well, when you pulled me out, you disturbed time and space. Now, all the warriors that sought me are now in a time flux."

Ben nodded as he ran. "So, I'm screwed."

Soul Edge laughed. "yeah."

Then, Ben saw a way out: There was a raft connected to an upcoming dock. He turned toward it.

"WORMS!" he heard in the background.

"Shut up!" Ben yelled as he jumped in the boat, and cut the binding.

He immediately pushed himself far enough that even Astaroth knew that jumping for Ben was a stupid idea.

"I'm safe for now…" Ben mused.

"Smart thinking…" Soul Edge said, surprised that he was complementing a goody-goody two-shoe.

"Thanks!" Ben said, putting his hand behind his head.

-

Sean, on the other hand, was in an entirely different situation. He found himself in a city. A densely populated city, at that.

"What will I do!" Sean sighed. "The obvious it is: slaughter the innocents and harvest their souls!"

Soul Calibur wailed for a second, followed by Sean beating his machete against it.

"Shut up! All I want is your power!" he roared.

The spirit sword seemed to weep.

"SHUT UP, I SAY!" he bellowed.

"Can't get your sword to obey?" A sexy voice from behind him inquired.

Sean turned around, and there was Ivy. He nodded.

"Well, that makes two of us. So, what are you doing out here with two magnificent swords?" she questioned.

"Trying to capture Soul Edge." Sean muttered.

"Really?" Ivy hummed. "Well, I suppose you'd like some help…"

Sean grinned evilly. "You'd make a great Queen."

"I know, baby. I know."

-

Ben found himself bored out of his mind after the third day of floating.

"Where are we?" he mused.

"LAND!" The cursed sword roared.

Ben turned, and there it was, true enough.

"Land, but what land? There are all these windmills everywhere…"