SOUL EATER: ~AFTERMATH~
Chapter 14 - Silent and Loud, Complete Opposites... Messor and Ryder's Past is Revealed?
"What is that?" Messor asked curiously at the black liquid in the syringe the woman was about to stick into his arm.
"You said you wanted to be stronger... Didn't you?" the woman didn't give a straight answer.
"Yeah... but I mean, what's it going to do?"
"I will give you power beyond your wildest dreams..."
"LADY, QUIT DODGING THE QUESTION! What will it do exactly!" Ryder said stomping his foot.
"It will make you, smarter, stronger, faster, and all over more lethal... Isn't that was you want?" she asked him sweetly.
"Yes..." Messor said nervously.
"And my name isn't 'Lady'... It's Cecilia..." Cecilia told Ryder.
"I don't care if you're Lord Death himself! Do you have enough for me too?" he asked impatient.
"No... only enough for your friend here..." she said pressing the plunger down on the syringe. "There... all done."
"How will I know if it worked?" Messor looked Cecilia in the eyes.
"You'll know soon enough." she replied backing into the shadows and vanishing. Messor stood there for a moment scratching at the spot where she had stuck the needle.
"Do you feel any stronger yet?" Ryder asked him.
"...I don't know... I definitely feel something."
"THAT BITCH! She gypped us! Probably injected you with some kind of poison!"
"We would have had to pay for it in order to be gypped Ryder... she just gave it to me." Messor said. He suddenly felt light headed and began to wobble in place.
"You okay buddy? You look like you're going to puke..." Ryder said with trying to sound like he actually cared.
"I feel like I am too... ugh... it hurts my head to talk." Messor complained.
"It hurts my head when you talk too." Ryder joked.
"Shut up..."
"What did you just say? Don't make me have to beat up on you again!"
"I said... SHUT UP!" Messor slammed his fist into the wall on his left creating a large crack in it.
"Whoa! Did you see that buddy?" Ryder exclaimed.
"SHUT UP!" Messor hit the wall again this time sending his hand all the way through. Ryder's jaw nearly dropped at the sight of it.
"O-okay buddy... I'll just keep quie- Uh... Messor?" he stumbled with his words.
"WHAT!"
"Your... your face... it's um... well..." he was debating whether or not to speak and risk getting yelled at again. Messor looked closely at a nearby garbage can. His face had become extremely pale and looked as if it were a skull. He turned back to Ryder but with no sign of emotion on his face. He motioned for Ryder to follow him and walked towards his house. Once there he pointed at a bench outside of his home.
"Sit..." he spoke without emphasis. Ryder simply nodded and placed himself on the bench. Messor entered the house and after about ten minutes he returned. He had painted his face completely black then on top of that painted a skull to match the now more apparent edges of his face.
"It looks nice buddy..." Ryder tried to compliment him.
"...Nice doesn't help you survive..." Messor said in a cold tone. He signaled for Ryder to stand and made his way out of Death City and into the Soul Cemetery. A large group of people had gathered for a funeral that had appeared to have just finished. One was placing roses on the patch of recently moved dirt. Messor walked towards the center of the group and looked around at the mourners. Everyone looked at him for a moment before someone spoke.
"Who are you? Did you know our poor Micheal?" a man asked them.
"We don't know any stupid Micheal!" Ryder answered rudely.
"How could you said that! He just died two days ago and you're here insulting him?" someone else shouted.
"I don't care how long ago he died, we're not here for his stupid funeral!" he retorted, still not completely sure himself of the reason they were there.
"You evil punk! We should do something about your attitude!" said the first man again rolling up his sleeves.
"...You really worried about him... didn't you?" Messor finally spoke.
"That's right young man! You and your friend get out of here before we-"
"You shouldn't be worrying about someone who's already dead..."
"What's that supposed to mean?" a woman yelled at him. Messor held his hand out and glared at Ryder. He paused for a moment then changed into his weapon form. Messor spun him above his head for a moment then stopped abruptly letting him dangle from his fingertips.
"You should be more worried about yourselves..."
Chapter 14- FIN