As strange being that seemed to stand out among everyone else for some strange unknown reason walked through the now calm snow in the town of Hanayuki, standing tall and proud with his identity still veiled in his fur and black material jacket. His hands stuffed straight into his jacket pockets, he walked at a steady and slow pace through the town. Barely anyone was outside, everyone decided to stay in for the day because it was too cold, and the people who were outside were at the carnival.
The person with the hidden identity seemed to walk aimlessly through the town, looking like he didn't know where he was. Suddenly, seeming to come from nowhere, there was a faint pacing noise behind him.
He turned around to find three people rushing towards him, running at athletes' type of speed. He looked at their faces, one girl and two guys. Their colorful figures were silhouetted against the snowy white sky, their feet pouncing the snow into the air with every step.
The girl, with black long hair and purple highlights, her hair fluttering behind her as she ran headfirst the fastest she could through the large blanket of white that prevailed the town on the ground in the air behind her after every step looked armed and ready to hurt someone, her clothes all warrior-type like with metal embraced her equipment.
The two guys, one smoking, letting free white wisps into the air that matched his hair color ran big and tall through the white-blue snow with a black biker jacket only wearing a tank top undershirt underneath, his body much too muscular for a teenager's. The other one, brown haired and brown eyed, had a black-blue jacket with fake animal fur framing it, his brown hair styled to long and big three strands, if you could call them strands, that is, since they were so large, all the way to one side of his face, going slanted up then slanted down. The "strands" swung wildly in the cold wind that brushed against his face as he ran beside the other two.
Right away, the stranger in the black hooded jacket could tell that their purpose wasn't a good one. They had the look of malevolency in their eyes, and he knew that he had to stop them. After all, that was the kind of person he was.
He turned his path around and walked towards them, so they would notice him in their way. When they finally noticed him, the girl of the group stopped suddenly in her tracks on the cold and hard snow, skidding some forward in the form of dust as the other two guys followed suit.
The girl posed a mean look towards the stranger, mad that he was in their way, not at all caring of how shady he looked. "Who the hell are you?" she asked with her voice impatient. The other two guys put lazy, tough faces on, as if backing the girl's words up.
The stranger gave no reply. He didn't move, didn't say anything. Just stood there, blocking their way seemed to be enough of a comment for the girl.
"Answer me! What do you want? Money? Are you a beggar? Get lost, hobo," she told him, assuming things wildly, leaning forward and pushing her left leg back and placing her right hand on the handle of something that couldn't be seen that was tied to her waist. Was it a gun? "I said get lo-," she tried to repeat again, but her voice was cut off. Her eyes were wide with shock as the stranger began speaking to her all of a sudden.
"If I let you guys keep going, you would go and do something that wouldn't be for a good purpose, would you?" the strange man provoked, his voice lean and interrogative, the shadow from his hood blocking his face.
"What the hell are you talking about? Get out of our way or we make you get out of our way," the lazy looking one with the active cigarette in mouth asked. "Well?" he demanded an answer in a threatening matter.
He didn't answer back. It was either because he was scared or he didn't care. Either way, he continued to stand there, unmoving from his position on the white blanket of cold settled over the town grounds.
The girl scoffed right in his face. She was about to say something back when, all of a sudden, the brown haired one interrupted her and said, "You guys go ahead, I'll take care of him."
The girl turned her face back to the brown-haired male and said, "Would you? I'd appreciate it," she said, not at all nicely. She actually seemed grateful he was offering to back off the team. "Well?" she asked, turning back to the black jacketed man.
He didn't seem to reply, but the girl could've sworn she saw him nod his head a little. "All right, this'll be fun. You guys go on," the brown haired one said giving the stranger in their way a mean, cold stare.
"Gladly," the girl said, running off, trying to pass the strange man in the way, the lazy smokier following.
The exact same moment the girl and smoker male began running, the hooded man jumped back and took in a deep breath. The long inhale seemed to echo off the snow as the person seemed to remain stationary in the air, finally taking his hands out from his jacket pockets to direct the inhaled air better.
When he exhaled sharply, the male and female only a few feet away, a long and thin at first stream of bright red and orange came from the stranger's mouth, his feet coming back to the snowy grounds, his boots crunching in the snow, the thin stream of bright red and orange colors soon grew to become a huge and thick roaring fire that was about ten feet wide and continually growing in length. The flames were inches away from the smoker and girl when they faded from sight, speed stepping away from the attack and behind the stranger. Ass he continued to blow fire, the bright flames illuminating his face a little, he shifted his position, leaning into the attack.
The flames soon disappeared on the snowy cover, melting it up to about two inches. All that was left after was the two people running off in the distance behind the strange boy's back, his not running after them showing a sign of letting go, the snow between the two left people hissing and hot, letting steam slowly flow into the air like the smog from the smoker's cigarette. The attack stopped right before the brown haired one's eyes, his stare not looking at all impressed or surprise, but actually happy that he had someone to play with.
"Well, looks like we're going to be here for a while," the brown haired one said, making fake and friendly conversation. "Let's introduce ourselves, what's your name?" he asked him with a playful smirk.
The hooded person just stood there silently showing no emotion whatsoever and answered blankly with no enthusiasm, "Kahibi Eric."
"Nice to meet you Eric," the brown haired boy told the strange man, not meaning a word he said except "Eric". He shifted his feet in the snow, as if about to fight. Eric moved as well in response. "My name," the brown haired one began his sentence, pausing for effect. "Is Kasumi Walter."
PoVS
Dylan and I ran frantically into the carnival entrance, tired and our minds forgotten the big lunch we had. We both stopped and put both our hands on our knees, taking one deep breath after another. I could feel sweat drops beginning to streak down my forehead as I took a breather, my heart beating crazily in panic and need for rest. My chest was pounding and my body hot underneath my clothes, my lungs breathing in and out wildly cold air.
"What now?" Dylan asked, taking a breather between each word. He wiped three drops of sweat away from his forehead with his sleeve, breathing in and out the frosty air and releasing the visible steamy breath up to the sky, his cheeks red and tired from running.
"Now we can finally be safe," a boy's voice said, stepping in front of us. I heard the crunch of a sneaker crack the snow in front of us by a few feet, and at the same time I could've sword I heard a loud, shrill beep for a second.
Dylan and I both looked up to find two people staring at us with knowing smiles and their arms crossed, standing side by side, looking as happy as if they had just found a hundred bucks.
Both had blonde hair, one boy and one girl. The boy had straight spiky hair, which wasn't straight up like Derek's; it was going forward, like a kind of pointer. His blonde hair looked almost pure bright yellow that created shade for his forehead. His eyes were a type of dark yellow, wide and handsome, a bit like Dylan's. He wore a big yellow open shirt that looked like was the color of his hair that layered on top of a black long sleeve shirt that went all the way to his wrist. Beneath his crossed arms, sparks were flying from his right hand, shooting out bright freckles every which-a-way.
The girl had hair long enough to reach her waist was a little less yellow. It had a white streak going straight down the right side of her hair, and her eyes were blue that shone with confidence. Her clothes made her look like she was going on a vacation to a tropical island or something. She wore a tank top that was colored orange, long enough to the beginning of her waist where her tight jeans were. "Yeah," she agreed with the boy, smiling at us strangely as if she had known us for years "Do you know how long it took us to finally get our powers to work?"
"Wh-…What?" I asked, confused, amazed and out of breath.
PoVS
The boy entered through the hospital doors with ease. Why did they give him this task? It was by far the easiest one, walked past many patients and nurses on the first floor that gave him suspicious looks because of his untrustworthy look and unsteady pace.
The teenage boy had wrist-bound daggers, where your hands held each one from the inside and a leather strap was tied around each wrist so it stayed on, and at the end of the glove like holder was a triangular shaped sharp blade.
As Glory, what the thief group that worked for White Cloak named him walked unsteadily through the hospital, stumbling on his feet, trying to find his way around, he began thinking. He really had agreed to help White Cloak for no reason. He only began working for him so he could have a reason to use his newfound powers, since he couldn't find a reason when he was all alone with no one to share the secret with. But has he really resorted to using his powers for the purpose of the worst and for power in the end? Something he didn't ask for in the first place? But frankly, he didn't really care. He just did what anyone wanted him to so he could be useful.
Without much information about the Half-Spirit he was looking for, he would have to search the whole building and all the rooms to find it. I should look for a patient with a broken spine and ribcage, he thought, checking the status of each patient indicated on a golden frame beside the door. He continued to search each and every door until just as he was about to walk to another door in the sleepy heavy way he did, he felt someone's presence several feet behind him.
"Can I help you?" a sturdy voice behind him asked, deep and declarative, but still soft.
Glory turned around with his ice cold stare, his small and narrow eyes barely hidden by the large, raggedy scarf he wore to find a man in his early twenties with a stare as icy as his own in a doctor's suit with gray and white hair.
Glory dragged his arm daggers that went down to his knees and his brown mummy like clothing towards the doctor, facing him entirely now with his four blonde streaks of hair, two on each side dropping down from the top of his head and down to the large brown scarf that wrapped around him, covering his nose and mouth.
"Wouldn't you like to help me…" Glory replied in a despaired voice full of disbelief, turning back around and walking towards more doors.
"I know you," the doctor said, ignoring his comment and making Glory stop in his tracks so he could hear what he had to say. "You're Glory-san from that thief group that lives here in Hanayuki. I've seen you around for a while now. What do you want?" the doctor asked him, unmoving from his position with his bored, blank stare, not revealing any fear, his white hair against the right side of his chest in a ponytail. "Most of the town doesn't know about you guys yet, but I do," he told Glory in a straightforward manner.
"What's it to you?" Glory said in an interrogative soft voice, turning back around once again, staring with his mean stare, his back slanted because of his heavyset daggers weighing him down. This way, it made him look like a zombie.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the doctor said, ignoring his question. There was dead silence for a moment. The doctor then told a nearby nurse to gather all the other doctors and nurses in the hospital and stay in one room with the door locked. Almost right away did the nurse rush off to follow orders.
I see a chance to use my powers, Glory thought. It's about time. "I'm not leaving…" Glory told him, dragging his big daggers toward the doctor, who didn't seem to be threatened by the sharp objects at all. "Not without a fight, I'm not…" he said wearily.
Lazily and stumbling on his stance at first, Glory moved with gaining speed towards the strong looking doctor, first walking and then fast pacing then running, and motioned to strike one of the arm daggers against the doctor's neck. His swing was fast and swift, invisible to the naked eye. But the doctor blocked his attack quickly just by putting his arm out, the rest of his body not moving, his eyes still showing a fearless stare.
The dagger was right against the doctor's forearms, shaking wildly as Glory applied more force to it, with a strained, weak expression on his face, but no blood came out. "Allow me to introduce myself," the doctor said with the same cold and mysterious stare as Glory was so close to him, the attack failing and shaking violently, Glory a bit surprised at the shield his arm could make. "I'm Kimochi Shunokara, and I'm a doctor that specializes in bone fractures and impairs. Do you know why?" Shunokara asked Glory, barely caring that someone so dangerous was so close to him.
Frankly I don't give a crap, Glory thought as he tried to put more pressure on Shunokara's forearm. He tried as hard as he could but his forearm just wouldn't spill blood. The arm was acting like a stone hard shield. It didn't even feel like skin anymore. "Why the hell would I want to know something like that?" Glory said, his dagger still shaking along with his voice, still seeming to strain in pain.
"Because…" Shunokara began explaining to Glory, answering his question. "It's just how you might die!" he said loudly, raising his voice as the sentence progressed itself out of his mouth, the doctor deflecting back force from Shunokara's attack, the reflected attack throwing him off twenty feet down the hospital hallway which was brightly lit by the slight buzzing of the neon lights on the ceiling. Glory landed on the squeaky white floors with a slip, landing hard on his back.
Shunokara rolled up his left arm sleeve, which belonged to the arm that he used to block the attack, revealing thick and hard bones emerging from his skin in the shape of four thick, large thorns surrounding his forearm entirely, the hard bones growing higher. The "thorns" continued to grow longer until they surpassed the length of his own forearm as Glory stood up, feeling as heavy as ever, not looking at all scared of the doctor's strange bone powers. He just looked back in what either was held back fear or filled confidence.
"So, are you ready?" the doctor asked, the cracking of bones being created being heard throughout the white hallway, the standing man showing the forearm with the bones protruding from it in front of his own face, continually expanding like a plant.
Glory didn't reply. He just stood up proudly, looking confident that he was going to take Shunokara down. Shunokara had the same look in his eyes under the shadow of the two foot bone.
PoVS
"Wait, so let me get this right. You're saying that Minoa found you two guys during a search mission for clues on White Cloak when what?" I asked, still confused about what happened.
We were all sitting in the same place Dylan and me had arrived, but this time we had caught our breaths and Rick and Marissa, the two Minors were telling us about what happened and how they knew about everything even before we got there. We sat in the white blanket of snow covering the carnival grounds, my legs cold and pants frosty from the white wonders, the cold air surrounding Dylan and me, cooling our just about sweaty selves down.
"When Minoa was about to return because she couldn't find anything about White Cloak in Hanayuki town but came across us two traveling together and "sensed" that we had Half Spirit power. We all ready knew beforehand that she was part of the Council, and she told us about the whole story and that you were looking for us, and that you would find us if we activated our powers," Rick told us again, sitting on the floor in front of us by Marissa, who was also sitting cross legged.
Dylan and I listened with care. "We didn't believe her at first, but after she left we actually tried it, and well, after weeks of trying and having seen our own powers and having seen you guys, we believe it now. We knew it was you guys because well… she told us everything," Marissa said in a teenage tone, her voice sounding melodic and peaceful.
"I see… so now what?" Dylan asked, sitting against the cold snow, picking up snow and fluttering it in the air just to watch it float back down.
"Now, I guess we go to the hospital and wait for that Derek guy to rest up," Rick said in a closuring tone. He stood up on his feet with a grunt, and so did Marissa. Dylan and I followed.
"Hold on just a sec. I don't think we're leaving just yet," I told them, looking to the entrance, watching my steamy breath flow into the air, swimming quickly, then disappearing.
"Why?" Rick said in his handsome teenage boy voice.
"Look," I told them, pointing to the entrance as I saw two dangerous looking people looking straight at us with evil, devious smirks. They were looking directly at us,, and scared the heck out of me. I knew that the others saw it, too. And we all knew that we were in deep trouble.