Author's Notes: I only own Klaxon (aka Siren).
I only accept and appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, DESTRUCTIVE criticism is hated and removed. On to the chapter...
Also, to a reviewer who said they have no idea what series Klaxon (Siren) is from, here's why: He's my original character, you won't find him anywhere except my stories.
Also...very, VERY sorry on this long wait.
Warning: Wild and weird chapter with my OC Klaxon (Siren) as the main character! Enjoy! Also, this is only part one of the update. Expect the second one to be just as weird and wild.
Chapter 26: Finally an Update! Part 1
One Week Later; Klaxon's A-Rank Mission...
Klaxon is seen looking over a hidden bandit camp, which was quite large despite the fact that most bandits usually only stick together for a few days, barely more than a week or two. His target is the supposed leader of the bandits, a large man that could use a tree like a club but actually was known to use a obsidian mace. He is currently seen using a piece of paper to count the number of bandits he has seen so far and got up to sixty before giving up and crumbling up the piece of paper and putting it in his cloak.
"This is gonna be harder than I thought..." muttered Klaxon silently.
He yelps when a flaming arrow narrowly misses his head but burns his hiding place to ashes.
"Oh shit..."
"Fire!" yelled one of the bandits and arrows fly at Klaxon like a swarm of angered hornets.
Twenty Minutes Later...
Klaxon is seen in a cell, arrows lining his body making him look like a pincushion. His cloak is tattered and blood seeps from his numerous wounds. His hands are chained together and he sighs before his mask breaks apart and he frowns.
"Oh well...now, let's see what we have to deal with." muttered Klaxon as he looked around before he saw the key nearby and he looked around to see no guards and shrugging, he had his tail reach for it...only to have a black blade cut his tail off through the bars and he screamed in agony as the cut felt like a volcano mixed with a red star...and that kind of combination hurts. He pulls his severed tail back into the cell and holds it, noticing that its not healing as quickly as it usually should and his eye widens in horror.
"That's not obsidian!"
"It's not? Certainly looks and feels like it but if it makes you scared...I think I'll keep the obsidian blades closer than usual." said the bandit leader and he was huge alright. Roughly 9' 7" and all muscle with scars lining his arms and chest. Leather armor covers him but his chest is exposed and that has a really thick scar from the left shoulder to the right hip, "By the way, your tail will make a good trophy, along with your head in a few hours. Good luck getting out of here freak."
The leader picks up Klaxon's severed tail end and walks out of the room and a guard takes his place, the guard having an "obsidian" blade.
'Shit' thought Klaxon as he narrowed his blue eyes before they widened and he smirked evilly, 'Didn't want to but I'm forced to do this...now where'd I put the device to summon him...?'
Klaxon began digging through the remains of his cloak and threw out a violin, an accordion, a guitar, a Freddy Fazbear Mask, a Creeper, a Nuka Cola Bottle, (1) and a rusty anchor before he scratched his head then face-palmed and looked through the right side of his cloak this time and pulled out a small music box, black with silver trimmings and a purple circle with a red circle inside of it on the lid. He begins winding it and then throws it at the guard.
"~Keep the box wound~" said Klaxon in a sing-song voice with a smile on his face yet the guard just looked confused.
[Music Box]
The guard grumbles and begins winding the box to keep it going.
"Oh. I forgot to mention. Don't wind it too much or..."
The crank-shaft breaks.
"Or that happens. My bad. Too late."
[Pop Goes the Weasel]
"What are you talking about?" said the guard before he froze up, terror etched on his face as a black three-clawed hand hovers above him and black strings slowly attach to him. The guard finds himself lifting up his blade without any control of his movements, like he's actually a puppet due to the black strings. His eyes widen as the blade pierces his stomach and he's forced to pull it up through his ribcage, splitting himself open and his guts and insides splatter across the floor before the black strings disappear and he chokes as blood pours from his mouth before three black claws pierce his throat and his head is violently ripped from his shoulders.
"What have you gotten yourself into this time?"
The black claws drop the severed head and decapitated and mutilated body as a white face with a black smile and black eye sockets on its face comes into view. One of the eye sockets glows a bright white before the claws remove the mask and a purple eye with red swirls in it opens up.
END CHAPTER
Hope you enjoyed this long-awaited update and this chapter plus the next one, are to make up for this super long delay while I try to remember what I had planned. Sorry about this! That snag was really bad!
(1) Anyone recognize the references?
(2, not listed) To figure out the character at the end...read my other stories. Don't go by what you think, not the same despite what it may seem. Remember, read my other stories to get some info here.