The Other Prisoner

"I had no idea that Lord Death was planning on something like that," muttered Vigrid, "if I had I may have interfered. However, I didn't. I never interfered with their fight and I let what happened, happen. I shrugged it off. It was a one-on-one duel, I had no other reason to interfere...I always thought Marburg was a bit of an extremist, anyways. The elimination of nearly the entire human race seemed a bit extreme. I did not think that all of them were selfish pigs that deserved that kind of punishment. Locking Marburg away for the next few millenniums to cool off may have been for the better." Vigrid fingered his sword as he thought about it.

"However, I was naïve when I thought that," said Vigrid as he stood up and began to pace, "very, very naïve. Back then I looked at the human race like people look at babies. Full of potential...full of hope, but now that baby is fully grown and it is a TERROR! I have witnessed every single war, every kindergarten squabble that you humans got into! Whenever another man so much as looked at you the wrong way a fight would break out! Wars became rampant and every minute I was stuck watching another one of you guys die at the hands of another one. And humans weren't the only ones to suffer many animals have died as a result of your unjustified wars!"

"Not all of those fights were unjustified!" shouted May trying to defend the human race, "violence isn't an answer, but sometimes its the only thing that works. Its either give in or resort to violence! Like you Kishins are doing right now by attacking us! What good does it do you to attack us? We are the good guys! The DWMA has extremely low rates for random fights and we never been involved in a war!"

"You guys are a wall," muttered Vigrid as he sat back down and looked her in the eyes. "The criminals...the ones I want to destroy are the same ones you are protecting. If the enemy of my enemy is my friend...then the friend of my enemy is my enemy! That's what you guys are! I have nothing against the DWMA...I don't blame Death for what he did all those years ago. But you guys are just on the opposing team. I was on the same team as you once, so I don't even blame you for being fooled by those humans, but I'm going to get rid of them. And if I must shed a little semi-innocent blood for a worthy cause like this...so be it."

"It doesn't matter!" shouted May as she jumped towards the bars and gripped them in her hands, "if you kill innocent people then that makes you just as bad as the people you are trying to kill! Don't do something so wrong and try to be the good guy in this war! Please! We don't need to do this! You sided with humans and gave us a chance once, we just need one more!"

"American Revolutionary, World War I, World War II, Palestine-Israel war. There's four of the chances I gave your species! And there's still more wars going on everyday!" shouted Vigrid as he took his sword off of his back and slammed it into the ground. May cringed at the show of strength. "Not only wars, but there is a countless, innumerable amount of pointless killings, murders, and destruction that occurs everyday in the world. You expect me to just turn my back and say the lives that were already lost and the more lives that will be lost when I give you another chance MEAN NOTHING! Unlike Marburg I value human life, I still see the same potential as I did when I looked at them all those years ago, but now that potential has become muddied. A stern hand is what's needed now!

"I'm sorry," said Vigrid as he backed away from the cell and turned around, "I lost my temper there for a moment. I'm usually not this talkative. Only people I ever chatted like this with was my brothers. I guessed being around dim-witted Evil Humans have left me devoid of all conversational partners. I haven't seen any of them in such a long time...not since Death's fight with Marburg. I barely even knew about the DWMA until a little bit over a year ago. A few months ago I felt a stirring in the air. It was in that instant that I knew that Marburg was breaking free. I thought about going down and seeing him break through his bonds, but I figured he wouldn't have wanted me to see him in that state of disrepair...imagine my surprise when I found out that he broke free and was in an even worse shape due to some students from the DWMA!"

May shivered as she wondered if Vigrid knew that it was partly her fault that Marburg was beaten. It didn't look like it was Vigrid wasn't directing his bursting rage towards her. He was focused on other problems rather just her. She sighed with relief as he seemed to be calming down, even though his Madness Wavelength didn't let up and was still unnerving May. She found herself already slowly retreating back to the corner of the cell.

"Now, as we speak, some students from the same school are coming to take me down," said Vigrid as he sat back down and picked his book up. "I hope they are on the same level as me. I haven't really stretched my muscles for awhile...and when I do it was usually against trash. Nobody is on my level aside from my brothers. I hope these students can at least make me sweat..."

"Well, they were the ones to crush Marburg," said May with confidence as she looked at Vigrid. "If you are truly on the same level as your brothers then they'll beat you too!" May didn't quite know what to say about it though. While it was true that they took Marburg down, it took three students and some teachers to do so and even then Marburg escaped.

"Interesting," said Vigrid as he got up and headed towards the door to leave. "It looks like I may just be able to get a work-out before I destroy Lord Death." Those were his last words as he disappeared through the door.

"Finally, he's gone. I'm usually pretty nice to everybody, but he just gives me the goosebumps" said a second voice. May jumped at the sound of it, it was a woman's voice, which calmed her down a bit, but still a voice from out of nowhere was still pretty scary. "Calm down, I'm on your side. Well, I guess as a prisoner I'm not exactly free to choose which side I'm on. I'm part of the DWMA. I'm the other Death Scythe they tried to fly in. I was flying, but I was ambushed by some Evil Humans while in the skies. Death Scythes may have some incredible power, but if you knock us out of the sky we are just in as much trouble as everybody else.

"Luckily, I was able to survive the perilous fall, but I was unconscious for the time being," she said as stood up and walked towards the prison bars. She stuck her hand out and tried to wrap it around the wall for May to see, but it wasn't a very good effort. She sighed as she slumped back down onto the floor.

Vigrid wasn't so careless apparently. If a meister could grab hold of a weapon they may be able to smash out of their cells. That was especially true for her. Her weapon could probably smash the wall into pieces, but without a meister who could wield her properly the chance was slim.

May couldn't see her or even tell that she was human, but that didn't change the fact she was. She was six feet tall and only 130 pounds giving her very light and small frame, asides from the height. She had gray hair, but that was due to genetics rather then age. Her hair flowed down way past her shoulders and stopped at her waist. Her skin was darker then most, a dark cocoa color. She sighed and slumped down even closer to the floor.

She was dressed decently enough with long black jeans as well as a low-cut gray shirt, but that was mostly covered up by her black zip-up jacket. She was however upset at the current circumstances. The Evil Humans obeyed Vigrid's command and had stripped her of her flame-patterned scarf as it could be used to hang herself. They also took away her two-inch high heels as they could be seen as a weapon of last resort. So, there she was huddled in a jail cell all by herself without her shoes. She felt...insulted.

"Um..." asked May finally working up the courage to speak to the unknown person in the other jail cell, "who are you?" May was trying to put together through a somewhat panicky method. A female Death Scythe. There were quite a few notable ones, but none of them came to mind right now. May supposed it was possible that it was a guy, just a very, very, VERY feminine sounding guy, but that rang even less bells. She was left clueless as to who was sharing this prison with her.

The woman twitched uncomfortably. It was a question she still wasn't comfortable with, especially with someone she didn't know. If anything the question just made her even more uncomfortable. She fidgeted for a second or two in her cell, before answering. She hung her head between her shoulders, "my name...my name is Myrrh Furlough." She cringed as she heard May's audible gasp as she recognized the name from the school's records.

(-outside the prison-)

"Hello," said the tall Evil Human as he waved at Vigrid. He had taken up the spot as the second-in-command in the base, although neither Vigrid nor the other Evil Humans agreed to this. He just asserted himself into this position. Vigrid ignored it and figured a second-in-command wasn't the worst thing in the world. Although he was vastly annoyed at the fact that he let it leak that they had found out about the intruders, but wasn't that why Vigrid allowed him to be with him in the first place? To do things he would never do? It placed an strain onto his plans, no doubt, but that strain may be just what was needed.

The Evil Human chuckled as he followed in the footsteps of Vigrid. He had heard the entire story and while he admired Vigrid's desire and grandiose goal, he was irritated. The Evil Human snaked his hand into his pocket and produced a small knife. A cutting knife that had been sharpened over and over again to be at the peak of sharpness for this very moment. He had heard every word that Vigrid and the prisoner shared and that was what he had found upsetting.

Vigrid planned to get rid of every human because they were evil. He planned to purge the world of such atrocities such as wars and murders. If he did so, where would that leave the Evil Humans like him? They were guilty of murders, weren't they? Would Vigrid hunt them down and destroy them once they had served their purpose? Who the hell would turn on not only one's allies, but one's subordinates? Vigrid would. He had already admitted to launching a full-scale war on his so-called 'brother', would he really think twice about killing his subordinates...of course not. So it was then that he made his plan, he would kill Vigrid before Vigrid killed him.

Part of me wanted to name this chapter 'The Other Woman' as it fits and its kind of joke, but I figured 'The Other Prisoner' was better.