A/N: I would like to think the people who sent me the reviews, and to be honest, I'm sorry it took me so long to write another chapter. I just didn't think it was all that great, however, I'm back. Now, on another note, my Characters name is one I created before Soul Calibur three came out, see, I had a story called 'Midnight's Past' posted on a Zelda site. I am also writing a sequel to that story. I started on the Original in October 2005 and finished sometime in March I think. However, this character has been around since the beginning of 05. Now for the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not on Soul Calibur; I do, however, on this story and the Character Midnight, along with the Shadow blades.
Soul Calibur: Midnight's Quest
Chapter three: A clash of Two Evils Part one
Midnight, being an ex-assassin, was easily able to stalk Tira without being seen or heard. Though, he was slowly becoming impatient. He wished the Tira would move faster but then, he also knew that if she did, he would have a bit of trouble following her, not because of her speed, but because of her un-predictable ness. If she had ran, it would be much harder for Midnight to move away from site when she looked back. While she walked it was easy to evade her eye site, but when she ran he would have to focus on keeping in tune with her foot steps so she would hear a separate pair of feet and also focusing on her head. Lucky for Midnight, they had finally come to a stop. Tara's head started darting around quickly, as if she was looking for somebody, Midnight was hoping he hadn't tipped her off.
"Cervantes…" Tira hissed before jumping away from a gun shot.
Midnight almost fell backwards when the green haired girl jumped away, and the gunshot didn't help soothe his increasing nervousness either.
"Tell me where that fool, Nightmare, is!" Came an angry yell as a man that looked like a pirate came out of the woods and on to the path that Tira had been walking.
"No. Soul edge doesn't wish to be connected to a soul as weak as yours again!" Tira practically screamed. Midnight could tell by listening to Tira's voice that she was scared of the Pale man, though, he had never known Tira to be afraid of anybody, and he couldn't even scare her enough to actually make her sound that shrill.
"Insolent wench, tell me where he is so I may once again claim Soul Edge." The pale man replied, taking a step forward.
"No!," Right after saying that one word, she fled, the Pirate was about to give chase but was stopped by Midnight, who had jumped in front of Cervantes.
"Who are you?" The pirate asked angrily.
"My name is Midnight, and I can't let you follow that girl, because, she's my ticket to Soul Edge." Midnight said. He didn't really want to fight the pirate; he could sense the pirates power and knew that he would sustain some injuries if he were to actually fight this man.
"You dare to stand in my way. Your either brave or stupid, personally, I think you're the latter. Though, either way, this is your final day!" Cervantes replied and then swung at Midnight with his Dagger; Midnight easily dodged the Dagger but was caught off guard by the bullet that had gone through Midnight's shoulder.
"Where the hell did that come from?!" Midnight jumped back several feet while holding his shoulder. He then looked at the dagger and noticed it had a built in pistol at the base of the blade.
"I've got to say, you're a smart Bastard, but, that won't keep me from killing you," Midnight said as he let go of his shoulder and drew his swords, he then swung them around and as he did, they started to morph; his left hand sword became a double edged sword and his right hand a pistol which he fired at the dumbfounded Cervantes, and it hit him right in the leg.
"Damn, I missed. I was aiming for your head, guess I suck at aiming a gun." Midnight said casually before disappearing from view and then reappearing behind Cervantes who barely dodged a stab that would have gone right through his heart.
"What magic is this?!" Cervantes yelled as he backed away from the white haired assassin.
"Are you afraid of the Dark? Well, I hope not, because soon, I will banish your wondering spirit to eternal Darkness." Midnight slowly made his way towards Cervantes. Cervantes smiled and shot at Midnight again, this time, however, one of his swords became a black shield that he used to bounce the bullet back at Cervantes who had been hit in the arm by it.
"Soul edge, what does it mean to you?" Midnight suddenly asked, his mind detoured from the fight slightly.
"I owned it at one point, now, sadly, I only own the weaker one. Though, once I kill you, I'll be able to once again, claim it once again!" Cervantes Grabbed Midnight and threw him into the air, where, he began shooting him. Cervantes didn't let up there, he then started to stab Midnight repeatedly and then kicked him several feet away.
"There, now back to soul edge," Cervantes said to himself as he started to walk back to where he last saw Tira.
"This fight isn't done!" Midnight said as he slowly stood up, blood poured from his stomach and chest, yet, he still stood. His eyes glowing red slightly, and tattoos covered his body. They started at his eyes, connecting to both ends of each eye and going down his chest, arms, and legs. A Black crescent moon was on his fore head and a Dark aura surrounded his body.
"Impossible, you can't be alive." Cervantes gasped as Midnight stood staring painfully at him. All though Midnight was alive, it was quite clear that he was badly injured.
"I admit you are powerful, but you will fall yet!" Cervantes yelled as he ran at Midnight, only to go flying through the air as something hit him. Cervantes got up quickly and saw that in Midnight's place there was a huge ball of Darkness that had electricity that continued to strike out from the ball of Darkness. It was clear that something was about to come out of there and when it did, it would be much more powerful then anything Cervantes had ever seen.
"Insolent Spirit! You will pay for your foolishness with your life. You, who betrayed his on crew mates, you, who betrayed his on Daughter, you who seek Soul Edge even after death, shall once again die!" A voice rumbled from the Darkness, and then, everything froze. The lightening stopped coming out of the ball, and the ball stopped swirling, the birds that had been heard all through out the woods had quieted down and even the forest breeze stopped blowing. Then, in one burst the ball of Darkness exploded and a figure came forth.
The figure looked just like Midnight except the white hair became black except for a couple white streaks, his face and body was still covered by dark marks, and the crescent moon still resided in the middle of his fore head. He now, however had fiery wings that came out from his back, the holes in his body had disappeared and his black clothes had stitched it self back together. The glowing red eyes disappeared and in their place were two purplish colored eyes.
"The time of your Judgement is nigh," Midnight's Voice rumbled.