AN: Yo, wussup? Sorry it took a while for me to post, but I finally have the next chapter up! Things start to get interesting right about now, so I hope you like it! :D
Ginger: What do you mean, interesting?
Mem: You know she won't respond, right?
Soul: Are we gonna fight or something?
Alex: Geez, so many questions...
Tommi: Hey, weren't you and Soul supposed to be watching MLP this chapter?
Ginger: I thought so... But apparently not.
Soul: Thank Lord Death for that...
Chapter 3: The Eyes are the Doorway to the Soul; Too Bad I don't have One
I open my eyes and check my clock. About two hours before Soul's supposed to come over. I stand up, then sit down. Then I stand up again, deciding that I should go for a run. I change into my running clothes, a Black Butler t-shirt that says, "I'm simply one hell of a butler," on it with a picture of Sebastian and Ciel along with blue running shorts and white sneakers.
I step out of my room and-surprise, surprise-see Ollie standing at my door, holding a leash. "Can you take me for a walk?" He says through the leash. I sigh and nod. "Yeah, sure. But you don't need the leash." I say, walking to the door. He spits it out and runs after me.
After a while of running, I stop for a drink of water. I stand with my back to the street, hand on hip. I tip the bottle to my mouth and take a giant gulp, a small stream of water running down my cheek.
I hear a van come to a stop behind me, but I just ignore it and try to catch my breath. Bad idea.
I hear a door open and someone grabs the back of my shirt, causing the water bottle to fall to the ground and the gray patch on my stomach to be exposed. Ollie barks and jumps into my arms. I whip my head around, but my hair swishes with it, blocking my view.
I shriek as I get dragged into the van. Ollie bites and tears at the sleeve of the person who has a firm grip on my back. I kick and squirm, but there are too many strange masked figures wearing all black for me to fight off all on my own. Ollie is torn from my hands, and he yelps as they throw him out onto the pavement.
The door to the van shuts, and I notice that the windows are covered by black paper. I take a closer look at my kidnappers and see that they're all wearing slender-man type masks. Just plain white, with no features or anything.
"What do you want with me?!" I cry. The one closest to me laughs. "Oh, nothing. Just to keep you out of the way of the Uprising." She responds.
"What's that?" I ask. Another answers. "Do you remember Crystal? She was our spy. The Uprising is a group of witches that don't want to live under the unbearable tyranny of the DWMA. Every day, more and more of us are violently slaughtered by your members, and for what? So you can make an even more powerful weapon? We will not stand for this, and you are the only bump in our perfect plan." He explains. Yet another jabs their elbow into his stomach.
"Don't tell her everything! And try making up your own speech instead of stealing the Grand High Witch's. Oh, and get a move on, Jack! We have to get the girl back to HQ!" She says, crossing her legs and shouting to the driver. He mumbles something I can't understand. The first one shrugs. "Why not? She can't get away!" She says, rubbing her hands together.
"What do you mean, bump?" I growl. A fourth takes off his mask and clicks his tongue. His blue eyes stare at me intently, burning through my skin. "So many questions. You, my dear, are the only one immune to our spells. You have demon blood in your veins, thanks to your father." He says. I gasp.
"No way…" I let myself mutter. He smiles. "Oh, yes way, darling. I'm afraid we won't be able to overthrow the Academy with you in our way." He says. I start to get up to try and escape, but suddenly I'm gagged and my hands are tied behind my back. My feet are also tied together. I inch myself toward the door, but the van starts to move and the fourth one slams his foot on my back. I grunt in response. "I believe that is all we'll be able to tell you, my dear." He adds as I struggle against the ropes.
The van starts to pick up speed, probably heading out of Death City. After about five seconds, though, the window shatters and a helmet files into the van. I scream again through the cloth filling my mouth, but then I see Ollie, back in human form, skateboarding at the same speed as the van.
"Ginger! Jump!" He says. I nod and wiggle myself into a standing position. "Stop her! We'll be dead if she gets away!" The second girl says. I spring myself out of the van, just missing the grasp of one of the people. I roll to a stop on the pavement and my arm explodes with a searing pain.
"Kyaa!" I exclaim as Ollie jumps off the skateboard next to me. "Ginger! We have to get out of here!" He says, hugging me and standing up. I grunt as he lifts me up and runs me back to the dorm, tears running down his cheeks. I look back to the street, but the van is nowhere to be found.
Ollie kicks the door open and runs into it. Mem turns her head around and jumps up when she sees me all tied up.
"What the hell happened to you?" She says, running to get a knife. She cuts the rope around my hands and feet and finally my mouth, allowing me to take the wad of cloth out of it. I gasp for breath.
"Van… people tried to… kidnap me er somthin… Ollie… saved my life…" I say through breaths. He just balls himself up and stares straight ahead of him. I turn to Mem and shake my head.
"I'm… my dad…" I say, recalling the information given to me by the four witches in the van. I should probably tell someone. "What? What happened, Ginger?" Mem asks, looking at me.
"Crystal… She was a spy. For the Uprising." I start. I explain everything, excepting the part about me having demon blood. She stands up.
"We have to tell someone! Come on, we're going to the Academy!" She says, grabbing my hand along with Ollie's hood.
Mem sprints to the Death Room with me and Ollie trailing behind. When we get there, we see Lord Death talking to Professor Stein. They turn to look at us.
"Oh, hiya Ginger! Mem! Whazzap? And who's this young boy here?" Lord Death asks, gesturing to Ollie. I wave. "This is Ollie, he's-" I start, but Mem interrupts me. "That doesn't matter right now, sir. A group of witches is plotting a coup to overthrow the academy!" She says. Their expressions don't change.
"Is that so?" Lord Death asks. I nod. "They call themselves the Uprising. It's made up of a bunch of witches; Crystal was one of their spies. They… they tried to kidnap me…" I say. Professor Stein lights a cigarette.
"Well, that's obviously not good. Why would they want to kidnap you?" He asks, taking a puff. I cringe. I hate it when people smoke. Jimmi used to have friends who did it all the time. It stinks and it's a really bad habit.
"I… I don't know." I say after a while. Even though I know very well why they wanted me.
"Well, we'd better take action, then. If they've already tried kidnapping one student, who knows who else they'll go after. And if they've gotten this far, there's no doubt that their plan is already in action." Lord Death says.
"Umm, yeah." I say, grabbing my elbow and kicking my foot into the ground softly.
"If that's all, then you may go. I believe I have some business I need to take care of." He says to us. I take Ollie's hand and we walk out of the Death Room, Mem behind us.
On our way out, Professor Stein puts his hand on my shoulder. "Can I talk to you, Ginger?" He asks. I nod. "Uh… yeah. Sure." I say, letting go of Ollie's hand and following Stein to the other end of the hallway.
"You're not telling us everything, are you?" He says to me. I swallow. How could he tell so easily? I sigh and shake my head.
"No." I say finally. He sticks his cigarette in his mouth and blows through it. Smoke comes out the other end. I cough, waving the smoke away with my hand.
"If you want me to talk, then get rid of the damn cigarette. I'm not saying anything until you do." I tell him, crossing my arms. He chuckles. "Okay. Fine." He says, taking the cigarette and flicking it behind him. I uncross my arms and stick my hands in my pockets.
"When they took me, they told me… that I have demon blood in me." I say. He doesn't change his expression whatsoever, as if he knew what I was going to say. I continue anyway.
"They said it was because of my father, that somehow it was him that made me like this." I say. He nods. "I was wondering about that. A small handful of people have the ability to take power from a dark place. I could tell because of your eyes. That bright shade of purple, were you born with it?" He asks. I think about it.
"Umm, I'm not sure. My parents never said anything about any eye color changes. But in a few family pictures I've seen from when I was about three, my eyes were more green-ish…" I say. He nods again.
"Hmm. That makes sense; the demon blood usually takes a couple years to kick in. Do you have any ties to anyone of evil decent?" He asks. I nod. "Yeah, my dad became a kishin when I was eleven." I say. He shakes his head.
"No, I mean without being a kishin. That's something you can bring about yourself, but I'm wondering about whether he might have had something in him originally?" He says. I sniff, trying to keep back tears. I don't know why, but this conversation is really hard for me.
"Umm, I think my mother mentioned something about him being part demon…" I say. "But he never really seemed like he was. Until he went kishin, that is." I say. He nods. He sure nods a lot.
"I see. I'll have to do some research, but I'm pretty sure you possess an amazing power." He says, walking away. I reach my hand out to him. "Wait! What do you mean, 'amazing power?'" I say. He smiles and lights another cigarette.
"Like I said, I don't actually know. I'm not entirely sure I'm correct just yet. I'll get back to you when I do, though. See you Monday." He says. I frown. He sure gets on my nerves sometimes.
"See ya..." I growl.
AN: Uh-oh! I don't think this is the last we're going to hear of the Uprising! Howabout you guys?
Soul: You were almost kidnapped?!
Ginger: Yeah, but you don't have to make a big deal out of it...
Soul: It kind of is a big deal! What if Ollie wasn't there to save your sorry ass?!
Ginger: What do you mean, 'sorry ass?'
Soul: Never mind... I'm just glad you're okay...
Ginger: Aww, really? *blush* :3
Soul: You just have to turn everything I say into something mushy, don't you?