Riley
'I don't mean to make obscene/But even the mob, know what the hell I mean/The knot is tight, on my blindfold/I got my flesh full of blood, I hate rock n roll/Some think too much, then come too soon/I just curse the sun, so I can howl at the moon'
As I listened to Queens of the Stone Age's song, 'You Got A Killer Scene There, Man', I watched the witch walk out of the house, and blood immediately began to rise to my cheeks. Me and Kylie...Sorry, Kylie and I (Maka was trying to get me to use better grammar) had been 'elected due to our exceptional witch-hunting abilities' to help these two new kids fight a witch.
By 'elected due to our exceptional witch-hunting abilities' they meant 'chosen by these two kids because Kylie and I were heroes at DWMA.'
"You sure we should attack this witch. I mean, she's kinda..." I trailed off.
"Hot?" The boy asked. He had black hair, and wore a white bandana, so he reminded me of Soul.
"Pretty much." I said, and was hit on the back of the head.
"Don't be a pervert," Kylie scolded.
The boy was hit on the back of the head by his weapon, a girl with long strawberry- blonde hair, styled like Liz' hair. "Yeah, pervert."
"Is there an echo here?" The boy asked.
"Kids!" I said, but I think that made them argue that much harder. I sighed, and looked at Kylie. "How'd these two ever get this far?"
Kylie shrugged. "I think Eva's parent, a Death Scythe, had something to do with it."
"Um...This is gonna seem really, really careless, but what are the kid's names?" I asked.
"The girl's name is Eva, the boy's name is Luc." Kylie said.
A/N: Yes, I do spell my first name Luc. No, that isn't a self-insert. -MN1
"Really? Huh."
"You know the girl's been looking at your butt the whole mission, right?"
"Kylie, she's right-Oh piss!" I shouted. Luc and Eva weren't beside us. Instead, they were attacking the witch!
I picked Kylie up and ran down the hill we'd been watching the witch on, nearly falling over.
"We're here to take your soul!" Luc proclaimed, holding Eva. Eva was a cutlass, with a golden handle.
"Well, that won't do." The witch smiled, and held a small pumpkin in her hand.
"What's she going to do with that?" Kylie asked, turning into a claymore.
I attached her sheath to my belt and, still running down the hill, said "If Spider-man is any indication, it's a freakin' grenade."
And, right after I said that, the witch tossed the pumpkin- At us! It hit the ground in front of me, sending me flying back.
"Piss!" I said, smashing into the ground. My left shoulder popped, dislocated, and I shouted in pain.
"Rye!" Kylie said. "Luc and Eva are going to get killed! Get up!"
I forced myself up, and saw that, indeed, Luc was backing up, about to get himself cornered.
"I'm gonna hate myself for this." I said, and I put a pen I had on me in my mouth. Then, I took a deep breath, and popped my shoulder back into place, biting the pen in half. "Hey!" I shouted, getting the witch's attention. "Fight me!" I said, staring right into the witch's eyes.
The witch shrugged. "You'll both die anyway. Who are you two?"
"I'm Riley McConnell, and my Weapon is Kylie McConnell, a Death Scythe." I said. "We've been assigned to help these two kill a witch."
"Is that allowed?" The witch asked.
I shrugged. "Don't care."
The witch smiled, then started forming several small pumpkins behind her.
"You'd better be quick about it. If I use any of these pumpkins, these two-" The witch suddenly stopped when I shoved Kylie deep into her stomach.
"A bit faster than you thought we were, huh?" I asked, pulling Kylie out. The witch fell down, and, as her corpse hit the pavement, her soul slowly began to raise in the air.
"Thanks," Luc smiled, scratching the back of his head.
"That was stupid," I said as Kylie changed back into a human. "Why did you run off without us?"
"I-I dunno," Luc said, with a sudden interest in his shoes.
I smiled a bit, despite myself. "'Least were all okay, right? Make sure to have a plan next time. Or, at least, the beginnings of a plan."
Luc nodded, smiling brightly. "Okay."
It surprised me that Luc was thirteen, only four years my junior. 'Course, Eva was a little older, at fourteen, a year older than Kylie.
Then, suddenly, Eva's cell-phone rang. She picked it up, and said "Hello? What!" Eva looked at us, her big blue eyes worried. "There's explosions in Rio De Janeiro. Do you guys know anyone there?"
"Xan," Kylie muttered.
A/N: Make sure to read Xan075's half, to get the whole story. (Don't forget to review mine and his, too!)
-MN1
