Prologue 2...The Thirteenth Two

Three Hours Earlier...

Two teenagers stood in front of over twenty men, who were all armed to the teeth with swords and other nasty weapons. But the two looked at them as if they were no more than an annoying bug buzzing around their heads. This unsettled and angered the men in front of them, all of whom were evil humans whose souls the two were there for.

"You sure you can take them without me, C.J.?" Asked the one on the right, who was squatting down. The teen looked to be about fourteen. He looked latino but also eastern european and wore a blue track jacket, with a giant black skull on the back and lines along the sleeves, and a pair of blue jeans. and a pair of running shoes. Next to him was a large and very full looking duffel bag.

"Yeah. I can take'em easy, Mors." C.J. said and moved his neck side to side. C.J. looked about sixteen and over his head was a hockey mask, with the strap tightening around the back of his head. He wore a dirty green plaid button up with short sleeves and dirty jeans and scuffed up boots. His hair, which was smushed up against the mask, was brown and wild his murky green eyes looking bored. "Just hang back and I'll take ten and me and you can get the rest, 'kay."

"Sure, whatever," Mors said and sat on his duffel bag. "Just don't over do it, okay. I need to take part in this too, or else I won't really be a Death Scythe when we get there, C.J. So at least leave ten." Mors said. "But besides that, go crazy." Mors said and with a hmph fell on his back.

"I intend to," C.J. said and looked at the gang, a wide smile on his face. "Cryptic gang, you are accused of mass murder and the devouring of human souls!Time to die by the hands of C.J. Graham!" He said and pushed the mask over his face. "Come get some," he said, but jumped at them.

C.J. soared in the air until he was in the middle of the crowd and dropped. When he hit the ground, it shattered and sent some of the gang members flying. His murky eyes came upon the closest man, who was charging at him with a baseball bat. C.J. dodged the man's first swing and smashed his left leg against the side of his face with a solid kick, killing him instantly and the man disappeared in a swirl of red and black. Under his mask C.J. smiled. "And another one bites the dust." He said and charged back into the crowd, dodging weapons and killing evil beings left and right. "Give me a challenge," he said and grabbed one of them with his right hand. "Soul Menace," he said and sent the man flying through the crowd and landed next to Mors. He cleared the distance in two fast leaps and stood next to Mors. "There's my ten," C.J. said.

"Already," he said and sat up. "That's lame," Mors said but then jumped into the air and transformed into a machete. "Let's do this," he said, still a blade.

C.J. didn't reply, he just got into a battle stance. The gang took this as an invitation and charged him, weapons bristling. C.J. had intentionally only killed the ones without metal weapons, to make in funner. Though when Mors made contact with the first weapon in shattered and Mors blade killed the man instantly. Then he moved onto the next man, his weapon making sparks against the enemies blade, enemies fading into black and red swirls until they turned into dirty souls.

Finally there were only two left, their comrades' souls floating around them. These two, unlike the others, seemed trained and not as rabid. They both held two kodachis and wore blue masks with tribal designs on them.

C.J. stood up straight and looked at the two. Then he looked at their swords. Won't be breaking those, he thought as he studied their strong steel. Goanna have to do this the old fashioned way. "You two the bosses?" C.J. asked.

"Yes,"one said.

"We are," the other finished. "And we."

"Are here."

"To kill you," they said in harmony. They both got into a combative stance, both matching each others. "Come at us and die." They said.

C.J. shrugged and got into his own combat position. He studied their positions and then charged. The on on the right jumped away from his first swing and the other swiped at him with both blade. C.J. blocked the hit with the Mors and swung back, but the boss leaned back and dodged the hit. The other boss, which was coming at him from behind, swiped down at him with both sword. But C.J. kicked back with his left leg and sent him flying, but the man quickly recovered and jumped back into action.

It went on like this for ten minutes before one of the men saw an opening. He jabbed at C.J.'s ribs and grazed the flesh, sending a slight pain through his body and a small trickle of blood. C.J. dealt a powerful blow, which the two blocked, and sent them backward. With the new space he jumped back.

He pulled up his shirt and looked at the wound, which was already beginning to stop bleeding. He sighed in relief. Another few inches and he'd be done for. "Close. Very close," he sd to himself and looked at the other two, who were staring at him. Under his mask C.J. smiled and threw Mors into the earth.

"What are you doing, C.J.?"" Mors asked, in weapon form.

C.J. popped his neck and cracked his knuckles. "I'm goanna finish this with attack, 'kay?" C.J. said and walked towards the two.

Behind C.J. Mors turned back into human form. "I'll get some clothes ready." Mors said and walked towards the duffel bag.

The two bosses looked curiously at C.J., wondering why he had abandoned his weapon. Was he giving up, if so they'd still kill him for killing this much of their gang. But still, this was very strange.

Then, suddenly, C.J. got into a stance, his legs spread apart and his arms crossed over his chest. "Get ready to die," C.J. said and charged the two with blinding speed. Before they could raise their swords back up C.J. was on them, his hands clamping to their faces. "Two Palm Soul Menace," he said and pushed their heads back, "Twin Spears!" C.J. yelled and his soul wavelength pushed into their skulls and he smashed their heads against the ground. The instant he let go of their heads they disappeared in a swirl of black and red, until their souls floated with the rest.

C.J. pushed his mask from his face and smiled at his handy work. "Eighty souls down, twenty to go." C.J. said.

Mors came from behind him, a new button up shirt in his hands. "Done already?" He asked and handed the shirt over to him.

"Yeah," C.J. said, his expression looking bored as he took of his shirt and put on a new one. "Kinda' though borin', eh." C.J. said.

"Oh, yeah, C.J. while you were fighting the grunts I got a message from Shinigami-sama." Mors said. "We're going to China I guess. Something about a demon, he said."

"A demon?" C.J. said as he fished in his pocket and took out a brown baseball cap. "I'm the only demon here." He said with a smile.