A/N Hi again~! Something so cliché is gonna' happen in this chapter. XD Another long chappie.
Brandon, who had been pondering what had happened, heard the scream and recognized it.
"Alice!" he yelled out, sprinting towards the source of the yell. A blind rage soon began to burn withen him, an anger towards himself for getting Alice involved and possibly hurt. This anger grew so strong that he quickly entered 'insane mode' only the power was much more intense, so much so that an aura appeared around him, the same familiar black with blood red spray color that made up much of his arsenal. This aura gave of a heat so intense that it melted the snow that was around it. Brandon began to sprint faster and faster, so fast that he appeared to just be a blur. He quickly arrived at the source. The Kishin was holding Alice up by her shirt, about to smash her with his hammer.
"Let go of her you fuck!" he yelled, charging into the Kishin with enough force that it went flying through the forest, bringing down multiple trees along its flight. "Are you ok?" he asked, picking her up of off the ground.
Alice coughed a bit; the impact knocked the wind out of her. Other than the trickle of blood flowing down from a gash on her cheek, she was fine. "Yeah... I'm fine..." She said and transformed into a sword for Brandon.
"Let's kill this doll." he said, sprinting towards where he last saw it. He quickly found it, while nearly dodging a hammer swing. "Gonna have to do better than that!" he yelled, swinging at it. The doll dodged taking another swing, blindsiding Brandon on his left side. He went crashing into the ground, leaving a large crater where he hit. The impact cause him to cough up a little blood. "C'mon, just die!" he yelled, stabbing at the doll.
'Cut him in half vertically.' Alice told her partner.
'Gotcha' he told her, and swung a vertical slice, right down the center of the doll. It attempted to dodge, only to fail when Brandon resonated with Alice, giving the sword an extra 3 feet of reach, and another 2 feet of blade with. The doll let out what could be determined as a scream, and exploded. Alice transformed back into a human and fainted. He quickly looked over at her as she was falling.
"Shit!" he yelled, catching her right before she hit the ground. He then looked over at the soul. 'I can't do anything with it.' he thought, adjusting her into a cradle carry in his arms. He walked back to Nickolai's house, freezing his ass of the entire way back. When he finally made it, he layer her down on the couch.
That was about when Nickolai finished gutting the deer. He looked over at Alice on the couch. "What happened? Did you find the Kishin?"
"Yea. We killed him too. But when she transformed back into human, she fainted. Quick, get a rag or something and wet it." he said, watching over her. Nickolai quickly got a rag and wet it with warm water, delivering it to Brandon. Thanks." he said, putting it on her forehead.
"Need me to do anything else?" Nickolai asked.
"No, she just needs some breathing room. I should probably book a flight ba k, too." he said, putting on his boots and coat and taking a gold coin from her pocket. "I'll be back." he called, running out the front door. He quickly found the airport, but couldn't book a flight straight back to Death City, since all trips there were canceled for some reason. He booked a flight to the next closest city, which was Salt Lake City. The flight would be at 12:00 the next day.
A couple hours later...
Alice woke in a daze. "Uhhh..." She groaned.
"Hey, your up. That's good." Brandon said, smiling at her.
"Wha... what happened...?" She asked.
"We won against the Kishin, then you fainted." Brandon said.
"Oh..."
"By the way, I booked a flight at 12:00 tomorrow to Salt Lake City." he said, sitting down next to her on the couch.
"Hmmm? Why Salt Lake City?"
"All flights to Death City have been canceled. I think something is happening." he said, looking out of the window.
"..." Alice looked worried. "Do...Do you think it might be a Kishin Revolution...?"
"I'm doubtful. Even if it was, Shinigami-sama would be able to take care of it." he said, looking back at her.
"He couldn't in my dimension... that's how he died. But of course, he sent all of his Death-Scythes and top meisters looking for Kidd when he went missing." Alice said. "He should be fine here, though..."
"Yea, he will be fine." he said reassuringly. He then checked his phone. "It's 9:00. We should probably get to bed." he said, putting his phone away.
"OK..." Alice mumbled, then fell asleep. Even though she was in a sitting position.
Brandon quickly followed. He woke up first that next morning, and quickly checked his phone. "Hey Alice, get up." he said, gently shaking her.
Alice automatically snapped awake. "Huh? What time is it?"
"It's 9:00. We have 3 hours until the flight leaves." Brandon said, packing his dirty clothes. Alice sighed out of relief and began to pack her stuff. They finished packing and ate within an hour.
"Thank you Nickolai, for letting us stay in your home." Brandon said, rinsing off his plate.
"You're welcome." Nickolai replied.
"Alice, say thanks too." Brandon said, putting on his boots and coat.
"Thank you, Nickolai." Alice smiled innocently, while hitting Brandon in the face with a frying pan.
"Oh fuck!" he yelled,his hands instantly coming to his face. Alice laughed and Nickolai couldn't help but chuckle, too. "C'mon Alice, we have to catch our flight." Brandon said, wiping his bloody nose with his hand. The two grabbed their bags and said their goodbyes. Then they left, heading toward the airport.
The walk took an hour and a half, and getting through security took another 15 minutes. They boarded the plane with 15 minutes to spare. "I wonder why they don't have any direct flights..." Brandon said aloud to himself.
"Like you said before, maybe something happened."
"Probably." Brandon said, and quickly fell asleep.
"...I hope nothing bad happened..." Alice said sleepily, and she, too, fell asleep.
Brandon woke up when the plane landed, and shook Alice awake. "Get up, we have to disembark." he said, shaking her. Alice awoke, but immediately felt something off.
There were no human souls in the city.
"What?" he said, noticing her shock.
"Th...This c-city is.. completely empty... there are no humans here except us..." Alice took notice of the fact almost no-one was on the plane.
"How is that possible?" Brandon said, walking down the aisle.
"...Kishin Revolution..." Alice muttered.
"C'mon, lets see what's happening." he said, walking towards the door.
"This isn't a good idea." Alice replied. "You don't know how dangerous Kishin Revolutions are."
"I can protect myself." he said, walking out of the door. Alice had her hand clamped tightly on her sword.
As the duo stepped out of the plane they were greeted by only darkness. The buildings were in ruins, souls of both humans and Kishins littered the city. The sky was red and black with madness.
"We need transportation." Brandon said, walking through the rubble.
"What? Too lazy to walk?" Alice smirked.
"It's too far to walk." he said. They soon found a car rental, where Brandon found the car of his dreams. As they walked up to the building, Brandon saw a red with black stripes '10 Mustang Shelby GT500. "That car. I won't take no for an answer." he said, pointing at the car.
"OK. Whatever. Can you drive it" Alice asked boredly.
"Yes." he answered, searching the desk for the keys.
"Instead of wasting valuable time searching for the keys, why not just hotwire the damn thing?" Alice asked.
"Found 'em." he said, pulling out the keys. "We're also going to need some canisters of gas, since it's not the most efficient car in the world." he said, opening the door. Alice went into the store and came out with two 1-gallon canisters of gas. "That's not gonna cut it." Brandon said, walking into the store. He came out with five 10 gallon canisters.
"This will work." he said, putting the canisters in the back seat. Alice also put her canisters in the back, then sat down in the passengers seat. "Let's do this." Brandon said, turning,on the engine, putting it in first, and peeling out of the parking lot.
"OK, so we get back from Russia, a Kishin Revolution is going on, and we steal a car? How cliché could this universe possibly get?" Alice exclaimed.
"Eh, at least I get to drive." he said, pulling a red-line shift into third gear.
"This car is kinda' cool, be better if it was a light-blue '67 Impala, though." Alice commented.
"Only kinda cool? Watch this." he said, flooring the accelerator, shifting as the rpm needle reached the red-line.
"Watch what?" She asked.
"That..." he said, shifting into 4th.
"You putting your foot on the accelerator?" She asked. "Are you really that desperate for attention?"
"What?" he asked, confused. Alice chuckled at his confusion. "What?" he asked, again getting a bit annoyed.
"I asked you if you were so desperate for attention, you would ask someone to watch you put your foot on the accelerator." Alice said.
"I was just showing off the cars power." he said, shifting into 5th.
"Unless it can go through five solid brick walls and remain undamaged, I will not be impressed." Alice replied.
"Let me get some scrap metal, and it probably could." he said, grinning.
Not caring that Brandon was driving, Alice took out a pan and hit Brandon in the face with it. "There's your scrap metal." She smiled.
"Oh fuck!" he yelled, bringing one of his hands to his face, keeping one eye open to drive. Alice laughed insanely. "Don't do that!" he yelled, bringing his hand back down to the steering wheel.
"Awwwww." They drove some more, until Death City came into view.
"Do you see anything?" Brandon asked.
Alice used her Soul Perception, and what she saw was alarming. "...Kishins have invaded Death City."
"Well then, consider them road kill." Brandon said, speeding up.
"I like the way you think." Alice smirked. They road threw the gate, and the sight they met was disturbing. There were corpses everywhere, but they were walking, and worse, they were feasting on dead corpses. The moans that filled the air were horrifying.
"Zombies." Brandon said, hitting one of them with the car. The one they hit exploded in guts and blood, covering the window shield. Brandon turned ont the window wipers.
"Zombies? This world really IS cliché..." Alice said.
"Our first priority is guns. Next, food and water. Finally, shelter. We already have shelter covered, so let's find the hunting store." he said, pulling a 90 degree drift towards the hunting store. They quickly arrived, and Brandon got out of the car. There was one zombie in the way, blood dripping out of its mouth. Brandon ran up to it, pulled his leg up, buried his foot into its forehead, and brought down his leg. The zombies head exploded on impact with the ground. He then walked up to the building and looked inside of the building.
"It's clear." he said, gesturing for Alice to come over. Alice got out and drew her sword, just in case. Brandon kicked the door open and took in the sight. All of the guns were there, not a single one taken. "Grab as many as you can." he said, grabbing three .223 rifles, four 9mm pistols, and a .44 revolver. Alice grabbed a few pistols and revolvers, along with some money from the cash register.
Brandon quickly ran the guns back to the car and ran back inside. He then grabbed two holsters that could hold three pistols, two on the waist and one under the armpit, and all the .223, 9mm, and .44 magnum rounds that was there.
"Put this on." he said, throwing a holster at Alice. Alice put the holster on and put some pistols into it. Brandon went quickly back into the store. "Sweet. This guy had military grade clips." he said, grabbing all of the 30 round clips he could. He then brought those back to the car, and loaded his pistols and put them in his holsters.
"Alice, this one only holds one bullet." he said, patting the one under his armpit.
"OK." Alice said. "Did we get any ammo?"
"Yea." he said, throwing a 9mm box of ammo at her.
"OK, we're ready!" Alice said.
"Now, food." he said, starting the car. The sound of the engine alerted all of the nearby zombies, who all started coming towards the car. "Here, make yourself useful." he said, handing her a fully loaded rifle. While Brandon drove, Alice was standing in the passenger's seat, dropping Zombies left and right.
They quickly arrived at the convince store, where Brandon got out of the car, pistol drawn. He walked up to the door, and opened it. A zombie jumped towards him, only to have a bullet to the face. He walked in, dropping all of the zombies that were inside the store.
"It's clear." he said, poking his head out of the door frame. Alice walked inside, still holding the pistol. They grabbed all of the food they could carry and brought it back to the car. Brandon went back inside to check to cash register, he found something. "This guy was packing." he said, walking out of the door, holding a Mossburg 500 pistol grip shotgun.
"OK. Now, we should eat!" Alice smiled.
"Here." he said, getting a steak out of the bag and giving it to her. He just grabbed a protein bar. Alice chewed it hungrily. The zombies must've smelt the blood, since they all started converging on the car. Brandon saw this. "Dammit, eat that thing faster! I'll cover you until your finished." he said, grabbing the shotgun and exiting the car.
Alice ate the whole thing in one bite, then picked up a gun and started blasting away. Brandon shot about five zombies before having to reload. 'Shit, we never picked up 12 gauge shells.' he thought, running back to the car. "We gotta go." he said, flooring the accelerator.
"Lets go, then!"
They made it quickly to the hunting store again, and Brandon got out of the car. He started walking toward the door, but he heard a ruffling noise. He drew his pistol and walked in. Before him, he saw two girls rummaging through the guns.
"Who the hell are you?" he called, keeping his pistol raged.
Alice walked in, seeing that they were human. "Who are they?"
"I don't know. Who are you?" he asked again, keeping his pistol raised.
The two turned around. One appeared to be 14, with brown hair, a teeshort, and a pair of jeans. The other girl appeared to be 6, wearing a childish dress. The older one spoke.
"Please, we mean no harm." she said, raising her hands. Brandon lowered his pistol.
"My sister and I were just trying to gather supplies to survive." she said.
"Who exactly are you?" he asked, putting his pistol away.
"I'm Samantha, and my sister is Abbey." she said.
"Have either of you been scratched or bitten?" he asked.
"No." Samantha replied.
"Good. I'm Brandon, and this is Alice." he said, nodding towards Alice.
Alice strolled over to them. "I'm not very good at socializing, but I'm gonna' try to get along with you." She smiled.
"Good. Forgive her, she's special." he said. "We have supplies if you want to stay with us."
"That sounds great, thank you." Samantha said.
"Here, just in case." Brandon said, handing her one of his pistols. He then walked over to the ammo and grabbed all of the 12 gauge shells he could. Alice glared at Brandon.
"They need our help. Would you rather them die?" he asked, walking back to the car.
"I don't want to let them die." Alice paused. "If they do, I'm holding you responsible."
"In that case," he started, then grabbed a 20 gauge semi-auto shotgun and threw it at Samantha, "We'll help them."