Desmond grabbed his lower back and stretched out past the series of cracks. Brennan uncrossed his legs and looked up to the at the black and gold street clock. He looked down at his own watch. The times were the same, the time that was exactly desired in their contract. Brennan fixed his sleeve and got up from the bench. He walked over to the canal and reached his hand into the water.
"So what are you doing?" Desmond asked as he kept his eyes on the streets.
"These people we're after, they dump a leg of the victim's down here. That's when we know they are here. Always at the same time." Brennan looked back at Desmond. "How don't you know about these girls? The Sissor Sisters grew up right here in Dublin."
"I didn't grow up in Dublin. I grew up in the farm land of Ireland. You insensitive prick."
"I found you here in Dublin."
"You found me in a back street bar in Dublin. At like 3 am lad. What you saw was a drug deal gone wrong."
"You boys shouldn't be here." A girl's voice shouted from down the canal.
The partners squinted their vision down the canal. "So did the report say the third bench, or the fourth bench?" Desmond changed his arm into the chain.
Brennan rolled up his sleeve. "Doesn't matter. Her knife can cut through bone and her sister's hammer can knock you unconscious with one hit across the back of the head."
"Couple of skills." Desmond clasped on Brennan's wrist and formed into his scythe.
"Linda, Charlotte, you've broken the ethical standards us humans live for. And for that." Brennan shoved on his second glove. "You die tonight."
"Come on sister." Linda licked the blade she held. "You'll knock out the little child and cut his throat."
Charlotte sprinted after Brennan with her hammer high in the air. Brennan looked down at his feet and widened his stance. She swung down way before Brennan would need to flinch. He grabbed her arm on her way back up and twisted it behind her back.
"Brennan behind you." Desmond warned.
"Already on it."
Brennan flipped the scythe backwards and chucked it backwards. It pounded on her nose and dropped her to the ground. The chain called back into Brennan's free hand and used it to wrap around Charlotte's neck. Brennan grabbed the scythe and tapped the blade on her neck.
"She's not down!"
"Son of a" Brennan kicked her forward and extended the chain more.
He joked to the side to avoid her knife strike. Desmond sliced off her hand and chucked her over to the canal. She rolled through the grass and tumbled into the water. He pulled on the chain and dragged Charlotte to him. Brennan pulled up on her neck and dragged the blade through her throat. Her body warped away and left behind a red soul.
Brennan rolled his hand through the sweat in his hair and walked to the canal. His hand dug in the water and pulled on a wad of hair. He held the scythe by his own neck and pulled her head above the water. He swung across his body and sliced her head. Brennan pried the connection off his wrist and tossed the scythe.
Desmond transformed into his human form and quickly landed on his feet. "What the hell lad? What is your problem?"
"I got stabbed." Brennan scattered over the buttons on his vest and pulled it off. "How's the cut?"
Desmond knelt behind him and pushed him forward. He ripped the shirt more to expose the cut. "It's not bad. Maybe just an inch or two deep."
"God that thing hurt."
"Well as you said, it's a blade with the properties to pierce through bone. You're lucky it only hit flesh. We'll hit a hospital before the plane tomorrow morning."
"Hey you!" A new voice shouted.
Three men walked to them. All of them were in dark blue Jean's, tan wool shirts, and two of them wore green berets and the last had slick black hair. They surrounded Desmond and Brennan around the canal. One of the men left the half circle and grabbed the soul from the path.
"That can clear a grand of your debt." The hatless man grabbed the soul out of the other's hand. "Now you owe me two."
"Who in the hell are you?" Desmond grabbed Brennan's arm and pulled him up.
"You don't remember me kid? A year ago, before you bailed suddenly."
"Oh my God. It's you." Desmond removed his sweatshirt to his bare skin. "How'd you find me? Didn't tell anyone I came back. Not even them."
"You're lucky I like you kid. Those kids are fine in a home. But you are not, you still owe me two large."
"Take the two souls and we'll call it even."
"One more soul and we're even. But right now, I can't trust you will get it back by tonight."
"What the hell is going on?" Brennan asked.
"Back in my hell days these guys here paid for half my earnings. As a Weapon I was hot back in the day and a perfect guard. When you pulled me I carried an emergency supply. Your father disposed of it without anyone knowing it."
"My father can wire you the money, everything can go away." Brennan pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Just one call."
"That's not how it works. I was putting it lightly for one reason. So I could avoid saying your dead. If one of us disappear your siblings are still fine. We lost a lot of money that day."
"What's the point you're trying to make." Desmond's arm turned into his scythe.
"My boys think I was never as strong as a person without you. If I bring them your soul and place it in a display case. Maybe I can bring back my profits. That's where the third soul comes into play."
"It's time Desmond." Brennan straightened his back, he groaned heavily from the pain.
"Let's play." Desmond turned into his scythe form. Brennan didn't connect with his chain and grabbed hold of the staff. Brennan felt the strength of their soul wavelengths battle against each other for dominance. The entire time Desmond's scythe expanded larger the entire time.
The man laughed. "I see your stronger now! But still not stronger than me." He rolled up his sleeves and closed on their distance.
Brennan screamed into the air and slammed Desmond's blade into the ground. The ground teared apart with a large wavelength attack right down the middle. The man went right into the attack. The attack continued through the path and stopped right before the street. A single red soul floated in the divot.
Brennan looked at the other two men. The two slowly raised their hands in the air. "We're just here to confirm the out come of this fight. You can take your souls and the debts are gone. Your siblings are still in the home."
"Thank you." Desmond nodded.
Brennan limped down the path. "So, we got it down a little bit."
"We hold it long enough for one super attack. That's it. I can't even hold a solid form. Our wavelengths are still at it."
"Come on." Brennan ruffled up Desmond's hair. "Take the victories as we got them. We came with the thought of two souls. We left with three. I see that as a victory."
"Yeah. I guess that's a victory."
