If We Used Wands and Spoke Latin
Author's Notes: Hi! I'm back! Hope you like this next chapter in "If We Used Wands and Spoke Latin." College has been beating me down, so I apologize for the lateness. Here's the next chapter.
Chapter 3
Ritsuka was now bouncing inside of an ambulance. He was taking Soubi, or at least what he though "could" be Soubi, to the hospital. They had managed, without a whole lot of questioning, to get the bleeding of the B.E.L.O.V.E.D stopped, and they had also managed to get him into the ambulance without dying first.
Soubi's body was currently in "shocky" mode. They had a unit of plasma and a unit of type A blood already being hastened into him.
It was scary to see Soubi like this; so lifeless and dull. He was ill-looking and Ritsuka felt damn sick just looking at him.
They had barely made it past four lights whenever the gurney bounced. "We hit something!" the a member of the ambulance crew shouted, and sure enough, there was something that Ritsuka spotted right outside the window.
It was black, white, and orange as far as Ritsuka could tell.
He glared at it closely through the faux glass.
It was moving, slowly, but surely.
"Is it a person?" Ritsuka asked, not daring to hear the answer.
One of the ambulance members in the ambulance crew looked slightly white. "I think we may have hit a person," he said softly. "Oh my god, I think we may have actually hit a person."
It wasn't long before something did make a noise, like a small moaning came from underneath the ambulance.
"We did hit someone," Ritsuka gasped, his ears flattening in remorse. But for some reason, Ritsuka felt as if it were a something rather than a someone.
Ritsuka moved over to the other window and looked out. But before he could catch a glimpse of the other ambulance crew stopping and trying to see what was hit, the ambulance moved upwards and there was a loud thud, as the ambulance hit the ground again.
Ritsuka looked outside and caught a glimpse of a black, white, and orange thing climbing out from underneath the ambulance.
It was frightening to look at for it reminded Ritsuka of a scary clown he had an experience with back in preschool.
The thing wore a checkered outfit, and orange face paint with a black joker hat. He looked perfectly insane, especially since he decided to wear that awful thing in public.
He had a marred and ugly looking face that looked like something someone would make fun of on the preschool grounds.
He was slightly disheveled from his encounter with the ambulance, but otherwise okay.
He said something loudly, but Ritsuka couldn't hear since he was inside the ambulance and everything on the outside was muffled.
The ambulance driver, who was now outside, opened the door.
"Like I said, you had better be careful. I have Soubi's soul in my glass ball, but seeing as how you run me over, I guess I can just drop it."
Ritsuka looked dead ahead at the clown.
Did he just say what Ritsuka thought he said?
He said, "I have Soubi's soul in my glass ball, but seeing as how you run me over, I guess I can just drop it since it's preciousness is gone."
Ritsuka, suddenly hot with rage, screamed, "No! Don't!"
The clown stopped in his tracks and glared at Ritsuka.
"Oh, so you're his Sacrifice!" the clown roared happily. "I knew you were."
He had a sickening high pitched voice that sounded ridiculous and sickening. He looked like something regurgitated and purged onto the ground before something ran him over.
"I know I can trust you with his soul," sneered the clown. "But my name's the Practical Joker, and joking with Sacrifices is my job. I'm apart from the Seven Moons division, so you don't have to worry about killing."
Ritsuka glared at the Practical Joker. This was ridiculous. How could something, or someone, so vile, be so non-chalant?
"I should say you're welcomed into my presence. I know you want Soubi's soul back, and I'll give it to you. Just have him eat the stone, that is if he can eat-"
Ritsuka lunged for the Practical Joker, but one member of the ambulance crew held him back.
"This guys insane and dangerous; don't mess with him," said the crew member.
Ritsuka ignored him.
"But you need to understand, I need to mess with people like him. I like getting inside disturbed people's heads. That's why I'm called the Practical Joker! People who have had hard pasts are usually very practical, and I just make their lives even worse, hehe."
Ritsuka was livid. How dare anyone even try and mess with him and Soubi? Who really cared enough to mess with their now perfectly contented lives?
What was the purpose in doing so?
Ritsuka was faced with all these questions, but none of these answers.
"So," the Practical Joker said. "Are you ready to be a Sacrifice for your Fighter?"
Ritsuka lunged in the Practical Joker's direction before the medics could stop him. It was the last thing he remembered before everything went black.
Author's Notes: Oh dear, what's going to happen to Soubi and Ritsuka? TELL US OH MERCIFUL AUTHOR! Oh well. Looks like you'll have to figure out in the next chapter. Sorry for the delay. College is god-awful. See ya later.