Weiss Kreuz
Zwei
Author's Note: This takes place post-Gluhen but before the Manga series that continues afterwards (forgive me I don't know the title of it). I don't own Weiss or anything affiliated with it.
Prologue Part One:
-Junges Blut-
-Young Blood-
A fiery red harvest moon rose over the flat eastern horizon, outlining a figure standing before a large Catholic church.
The light reflected off of the person's dark skin, creating a sheen of light off the ebony hair which hung low to the figure's cheeks and neck. The figure's charcoal eyes locked onto the large marble and bronze doors. It gripped a long metallic object tightly...a job was to be completed.
Taking slow paced steps on the paved footpath, the heavily cloaked figure approached the doors, the sharp clacking of his heels snapped into the soft evening air. As if on cue, the large doors banged open and out came a well dressed businessman, along with a Nun that belonged to the convent. Well, at least that's what it was supposed to look like, but the dark figure wasn't fooled.
The Nun struggled hard to pull free but to no avail.
"Where do you think you're going," the businessman sneered at the terrified girl, "You're my property now so it will be in your best interest to pipe down. Don't even think about fighting this client either, he pays well."
The black clad woman stammered something in spanish but when she looked ahead she stopped suddenly; which caused the businessman to slow his pace. That's when he gazed forth and found a shining silhouette stand before the sudden darkness.
Wind begins to rise and stir, the figures hair waves. Its the only movement that it makes. The businessman stopped completely with a cross look on his face.
"Who the Hell are you," the suited man growled, "How did you make it past my security?"
The figure doesn't answer the question but acknowledged the man.
"You kidnap innocent women, forcing them to work in you're brothel-in-disguise. A convent? You shame the god that you follow...Father Matheson..."
The found out priest's jaw dropped! A man, who had to be young by the soft low pitch of voice, found out his secret!
"You-WHO ARE YOU? SHOW YOURSELF!"
"I am justice...," the young man informed before pouncing from his stance.
The young assailant ran with incredible speed carrying its weapon low. The priest tossed the woman aside and drew a gun. He fired several shots at the black figure but that's when the young man dodged to the left and then the right and finally came within 10 feet of the priest.
"May God forgive you," the young one cried out in an aggressive roar, "because I won't!"
In a flash of silver, the priest collapsed in a bloody puddle.
The woman who had witnessed this screamed in horror because of the scene. She watched the opposing man land on his feet after the flying assault and shake the blood free from his sword. When the realization of the razor object hit her she fell silent.
Smoothing out his long dark overcoat the assassin made sure his face was out of sight and then the assailant sheathed its katana and walked away into the shadows from where it originated. Sirens echoed through the air as the woman shook from fear.
Out of sight and hearing range the young man's voice spoke into a cellphone headset,
"Somali to Persia; mission accomplished."