Meeting the Girls

The New Meridian has always been a city of mystery. What better way to look for the Skullgirl than to start with a few rumors? Walker, who now has a hood over his head, is relaxing in a café, drinking a coffee and smoking a cigarette "Too bad those punks couldn't tell us much other than a few known rumors in the city."

"At least it's a place to start, bub. Would've been better if we know something, though." That was none other than Stalker, who morphed the hood for his host to hide his identity. Unfortunately, it stinks, literally. "Jesus Christ, kid, do you ever wash your hair?"

"Yeah, about once a month."

"…You're disgusting."

"Says the slime ball that latches onto people's back to suck the life out of them."

"…Touché."

A few stools to the left, a young teenage girl looks like she's being harassed by an older man. "If you really want to see disgusting, Stalker, look at the dude that's making a move on the girl my age."

Stalker secretly opens his eye just a bit "Pedophilic pervert. Humans never cease to disgust me. Think she needs help?"

As soon as the parasite said that, one seemed to pop out of the girl's hat and proceeded to smack the man that had hit on his host "Nah, I think she's good."

"It…can't be."

"Uh, Stalker?"

Stalker's eye had widened and there was hint of shock in his voice "I can't believe it, it is him."

Walker than looked at the parasite "Do you…know that parasite?"

The girl grabbed her hat and proceeded to quickly walk out of the café. "Walker."

"Yeah?"

"Follow her."

"Um, I'm sorry, what?"

"Follow her!" At this point Stalker's eye was bulging and stretching out in an attempt to get his host to move.

"Ow! Ow! OK! I get it! I'll trail them! Will you stop tugging me?"

With the girl up ahead, who now has her hat on again, Walker was trailing her at a pretty far distance.

"You know, you're worthy of the name."

"What name?"

"Stalker."

"…Just shut up and keep following her."

After a few more minutes of trailing, the girl made a turn into an alleyway, which of course, Walker followed her into. However after entering the alleyway, he found that it lead to a dead end and the girl nowhere to be found. "Weird, where'd she go?"

"Don't ask me." Walker looked around and found a hat on the floor, the same hat the girl wore.

"Seriously, where the hell did she disappear to?"

"Right behind you."

Turning around, Walker saw the girl and her parasite with their guard up. "Alright, pal, why are you following us?"

"Ok, look, this might sound weird…"

"Hello, Samson."

The parasite on the girl's head then had his face stretched and faced Walker "How do you know me?"

"That was me, nimrod." Walker's jacket than ditched the hood and had an eye that opened up on the front of his jacket.

"GAH!" The parasite, Samson, seemed to be taken aback by this "S-Stalker!"

"Huh, you know him Samson?"

"Yeah, how about you tell me a little backstory here, Stalker? Who is that, thing?"

"Samson, aka, the dirtiest, double-crossing parasite you'll ever meet."

"Double-crossing?" The girl questioned about her parasite.

"Hey now, this is just a misunderstanding." Samson started to defend himself as his host started to stare at him.

"Misunderstanding my ass! When we were done with feeding those punks, you knocked me out and left me for dead, you son of a bitch!"

"You really did that, Samson?" The girl once again started to stare at her parasite.

"Feeding, yes. Knocking out my partner, no."

"There was no one else in the room conscious other than you and me, and I'm pretty damn sure I wouldn't hit myself!" Stalker was once again stretched and bulged out.

"Geez, no wonder you're grumpy. And will you stop pulling me, goddammit?"

"I'm never gonna forgive you, Samson! I've been waiting for a day to get back at you for abandoning me! And now, you're the one that'll crawl with an inch of your life!"

"Wait, Stalker, you got this all wrong!"

"No, I think I got it dead right!" Stalker set out his tentacles aimed at Samson.

"Dammit! Filia, move!" The girl named Filia jumped to the right, barely dodging the Stalker's tentacles.

"Stalker, hang on a sec!" Walker nearly tripped from the amount of tentacles that launched in front of him.

"Listen, can't we talk this out?"

"There's no talking your way outta this one, traitor!" Stalker had his tentacles prepared for another launch.

"*sigh* Guess there's no other way. Alright, time to knock some sense into ya." Samson switched his attention to Filia "Listen kid, mind backing me up?"

Filia gave out a heavy sigh "I don't have a choice, do I?" She raised her fists "Alright then, hey you, why don't you put 'em up, too?"

Walker stared with a blank face "…Are you freakin' serious?"

Stalker stared at his host "It's either that, or getting beat up by a girl. Your choice weirdo."

Walker shifted to a fighting stance "I got it, I got it. And stop callin' me weirdo, freak?"

"You first, weirdo."

And with that, they charge at each other.

The Medici Tower, home to one of the most powerful mafia family in the world. In one of the elevators, Francis is riding in it to the top while adjusting his suit. After reaching his destination, he casually strolls out of the elevator to meet his boss. However, he finds that besides Vitale is a very beautiful young woman with lovely curves.

Vitale notices him and stands to greet him "Ah, glad you could make it, Francis."

Francis ignores the Medici head and walks over to the lady in his so-called "Suave French Mode" "Hello there, darling. What is a young woman like you doing with an old man like Vitale?"

"Francis." Vitale growled.

"Hey, relax, my friend. Besides, you really do look like you need a lot, and I mean A LOT of work to get any woman believe you're at least in your late twenties, eh, mosieur?" Just then, he felt a really, REALLY, heavy smack from the back of his head, which lead him to slide along the floor and for his head to hit a wall "Ow."

"I suggest you don't talk about YOUR boss like that." Turning around, the suave hit man found that it was the girl that hit him, or rather, the hat she was wearing. He is shocked to find that her hat seemed to grow two muscular arms.

"Heh, you hit pretty damn good." He said switching back to his other accent "Wait a sec, V-I mean boss, is this my partner?" Vitale closed his eyes and nodded his head to answer his question "Well I'll be damned." He walked closer to the lady "I'd never thought I'd be working with a fine woman."

"Even better, she's Cerebella."

Francis turned his head in shock "Wait a sec, the circus star, Cerebella?" Vitale nodded his head yet again "Wow, today seems to be my lucky day. And it seems to be yours as well, circus cutie."

Cerebella giggled "You seem like a nice guy, so I'll tell you something." One of her hat's, Vice-Versa, arms suddenly grabbed Francis and proceeded to hoist him up "Try anything funny, and I'll rip you and that suit into bits."

"Fair enough." He stretched his arms, which surprised Cerebella, which managed to pull of Vice-Versa's fingers as he gently dropped down "Back to the point, what's the job, boss?"

Vitale walked backed to his seat as he explained the problem "Right. Ahem, there's been an annoying pest that's been interfering with the Medici family. We thought that she had been...taken care of."

"She sounds persistent if she refuses to sleep with the fishes."

"Indeed, not to mention she has stolen something of ours a while back, the Life Gem. It is a precious Medici property."

"So, let me guess, our job is to bring it back?" Vitale, yet again, nodded his head "That's it? You interrupted my beautiful evening with a bunch of hot babes, none that are as good looking as you," He said referring to Cerebella "just to take back something from a measly thief? I know she can't die, but can't you just send a few grunts to beat her up and take it from her."

"You think I haven't done that? Every other person I sent gets beaten badly or worse. You and Cerebella are the best ones that are available at the moment."

Francis grumbled something that couldn't be heard. Cerebella stepped forward "Don't worry, Vitale, will get that gem faster than that thief can run."

Francis combed through his hair with his hand and smiled "At the very least, I'm working with such an attractive woman."

I response, Cerebella, or rather Vice-Versa, punched him right in the face, which launched him out the window. Thankfully, Francis grabbed the ledge in time and managed to just stretched down to the pavement. Unfortunately, he still landed hard on his butt "Well, I guess I better go down there and not keep him waiting. See ya, Vitale."

"Cerebella, hold on." Cerebella stopped walking to the elevator and turned her head "This man is one of our very best. He handles jobs just as well as you and Dahlia. At the very least, don't try to kill him."

"I can still hit him, though, right?"

"Of course."

"It'll make things more tolerable, bye." Cerebella pressed the down button and the elevator headed back down.

Note: More OCs to come in the next chapter. There's going to be a pattern, see if you can figure it out.