Chapter 2

It really was like staring In a mirror.

Brown hair, blue eyes, everything was exactly the same, everything except their outfits.

That's right, Tear's look alike was wearing a a simple suit-like outfit: black, lacking a tie, and with Tear's signature white heels. Her blue eyes were slightly dulled as Tear's enemy looked toward her foe with a calm eagerness.

"Like I said before, you were much easier to find then I thought." A tone similar to a demon, she extracted a knife from her pocket and crouched down, almost like a salamander.

Without hesitation, Tear took out her knives, one in each hand, at that moment she noticed a distinct difference in the weapons they were wielding.

While Tears knives were made to be thrown, her enemy's was obviously made to be wielded in combat. This was made even more obvious when she realized her look alike only had one knife.

Tear was not going to ask questions - she knew it would be pointless. At least at this point, the assailant was obviously trying to kill her, any more talk would be counter productive.

The look alike lowered herself, almost like a serpent, her eyes narrowed.

Without even realizing it, Tear was clenching her knife even tighter than before...

Without a moment's hesitation, her foe 'slithered' toward her.

Like a lizard, the look-alike came low and cruel.

A movement, that aimed for Tear's eyes, was made. Being too late to dodge it completely, Tear blocked the attack with her own knife.

The picture of sliced eyes entered Tear's brain as the look-alike tried an upward swing. Once again, Tear blocked the attack, but her look-alike launched herself into the air.

Suicide. The position of her look-alike was suicide. In the middle of the air, back facing away from her opponent.

"Now's my chance..." Tear twisted her body, preparing to stab her foe with one of her many knives, right into the spine. That's what she was aiming for, however...

In a flash, Tear's foe vanished.

At that very second her enemy was next to her, lower than her knees, nearly physically impossible to conceive. She really was like a snake.

Another upward swing, aimed to enter the jaw and exit the brain.

No time to dodge, Tear's body was filled with lead - she probably couldn't even tilt her head back.

She brought up her left arm, as her adversary's knife punctured it.

The look alike then removed her blade and tried a rain of stabs.

Tear jumped back, avoiding the flurry of blows as the killer mimed her movement, clearly tired of close range combat.

"...Really, I'm not that good with Fonic Hymns or whatever you call them, but you are welcome to sing if you'd like." The look alike smiled as she lifted her hand, her knife still in her clutches.

"If she knows that I have fonic artes, then why increase the distance in such a way?... Why give me the advantage?" Tear asked herself.

She knew for a fact she could not beat her look-alike in close-range combat, that point was made frightfully clear in their short exchange. But at the same time casting was foolish. She'd simply close the distance between them before Tear was even finished.

"Eh, still wondering. Well you can wonder all you want on your way to hell..."

Heartless. The tone was monotone and cruel. The blade above her head, she would surely throw it...

If she threw it, then she would be left unarmed. It was fact; Tear's opponent only had one knife. If she threw it...

"Please...die." The look-alike said as she threw her blade at Tear's heart.

Easy. The attack would be easy to dodge...however, the look-alike turned her back toward Tear while simultaneously sliding toward her. With a quick jump, she matched the speed of the knife she just threw.

Tear's heart stopped, she truly was in a pinch now. She could either parry the knife and do nothing about the look-alike's physical attack, or be struck in the heart and dodge it.

...The choice was obvious, surviving a kick is easy, a stab wound to the heart wasn't.

Shing

The sound of a knife blocking another knife echoed through the chambers, the parry was successful, however...

The top of her head, a gentle hand griped Tears scalp.

Snap

Tear's neck shattered as her body went limp, her vision filled with red as she heard her opponent's voice.

"That is really amazing, even a snapped neck isn't enough to kill you..." Her words had meaning, but they didn't matter to Tear, because for her this really was her death...

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...

Not a single dream, not a single one.

Once again a soft mattress was felt on her back as Tear shuffled about.

Impossible, she really should be dead, but yet she was still alive.

Tear opened her eyes to see a familiar brown haired woman standing above her...

This was her room, no doubt about it. She wasn't in the after live.

"So you are finally awake, Tear Grants..." The woman smiled as Tear simply glared.

"Who are you?" Tear demanded once again, not giving the other party enough time to cut her off.

"Not important, but I guess I should explain things better, correct?" The woman continued to smile as she sat next to the Melodist.

"Tear, do you know why you survived having your neck snapped in two, and why you've been feeling so good lately?" The woman's face was kind, but shrouded in mystery.

Tear remained silent, it would be pointless to interrupt something like this.

"Well to put it simply, someone has something, that person is connected to you and by extension you gained that power..."

She spoke in riddles, in the brightly lit room of Yulia city...Yulia city.

"What about everyone that was knocked out, are they still alive?" Tear asked, lifting her head.

"Hmm, yes. They don't even know that they were asleep, but I guess that's thanks to me." The woman replied.

That was a good enough answer at the moment, but so many questions still filled Tear's head.

"Who are you?" Once again Tear asked the simple question.

"The people who attacked you are after what is in your current body." Once again the woman avoided the question.

"Why...?" Tear realized it was pointless to keep asking the same thing.

"Well, it's all for a wish." The woman smiled as Tear looked at her with a slightly confused expression.

"Well, giving you a half the story would be in poor taste." The woman then coughed.

"You see, there are about eight pairs of people after you - or better yet a human plus one demon or holy one."

Unfamiliar terms to Tear, but she'd ask about them later, at that moment she continued to listen to the woman's story.

"You see, there is an object that can grant wishes, but to activate this item they need a specific key. Unfortunately for you, the key is inside of your body. It allows you to survive anything that isn't decapitation, luckily for you, our enemies do not know that." The woman gave a light laugh.

"That solves one mystery." Tear whispered to herself as she slowly lifted her body from the mattress.

"So in simple terms, there are eight pairs of people after us, do you have any more information on these people?" Tear asked dryly.

"A couple of them, but not much, though avoiding them may be the best option...Right now we need to find the object and destroy it, that way those beings will stop going after you." A simple solution to a complicated problem.

Every complex problem has a simple solution...That never works.

"Do you have any idea where this item is?" Tear asked as the woman sighed.

"No idea!" She replied in a cheerful voice.

Tear's eye twitched, "Then we must find it, correct?"

The woman nodded. "Yes. I hate to ask this, but do you know anyone that would have an idea where it may be?"

Tear sighed, "Yes, one person. His name is Jade Curtiss."

Author notes

So, what should I call evil Tear...TEAR, Mystearica, or simply Grants?

Also how was the fight scene?

I also would like to thank my Beta, IHaveNoIdea8

And please review