A/N: its official you guys, I'm addicted to Tumblr. XD Another thing I just noticed… I actually LIKE writing dark stories like these… O.O I really have no idea what's wrong with me, I want to know, but at the same time I don't… I mean, I haven't had any traumatic experiences other than my mom having cancer; I'm just a normal girl that is usually always happy… I really do not know what's wrong with me…
Oh jezz, I haven't done this in a while, Songs I listened to:
1)Be My Escape- Reliant K
2)Dance with the Devil- Breaking Benjamin
3)Imaginary- Evanescence
4) Haunted- Evanescence
Nero looked out the only window that was in the training room and saw that the sun was out already. His demonic grin graced his face as he glanced over at Maka. "It's time for your three hours of running Maka, get it over with soon because we have a lot more to do today." Nero said, as he walked over to where Maka sat next to Carlo, silently crying, horror and anger filling her.
"What about Carlo? He'll bleed out!" Maka yelled out.
"You better watch that tone with me." Nero growled, picking up Maka the tilled floor by the collar and slamming her against the red brick walls of the house. "I will tolerate no such thing. Not while I'm still breathing." He growled, his black eyes turning a deathly white like they had before.
"What are you?" Maka asked, her voice shaking as the tears kept streaming down her face.
"That is none of your business, now go do your three hours of running around in the back yard. You could only take three breaks, and you will get nothing to drink afterword's. This is to teach you that no matter how tired you get, the enemy will always be out to get you, you are to keep running and never look back." Nero growled dropping Maka. "Now go, before I change my mind about making sure that Carlo doesn't die." Nero growled under his breath, making Maka's breath cut short. She hurried to her feet and rushed out of the room, wanting to make sure that her weapon makes it out of this alive.
"That was a terrible thing for you to do." A voice inside his head grumbled.
"Shut up." Nero growled as he bent over to pick up Carlo's slacked body, not caring about the blood that was dripping off of the body's back and onto him and on the ground.
"The poor girl, the least you could do is give her something to drink afterword's." the voice whispered again.
"I said shut up god damn it!" Nero yelled out as he walked out of the training room and into the hallway, the red walls felt like they were closing up on him, his guilt starting to pull at the edges of his soul. His eyes looked at all the dark spots on the wall, each one of them a different kill.
"I told you to stop." The voice told him.
"I don't need you here you know." Nero growled as he shook out of his small daze and went to open the bedroom that Maka and Carlo would be sleeping in, walking over to Carlo's bed and setting him down there.
"It's bad enough you swallowed my soul, but you're using my body as a way to hurt others. You've been using it for a while now, and I think you should retire." The voice in the back of his mind suggested.
"Could you stop that?" he mumbled as he grabbed the first aid kit that was under the bed and opened it.
"Stop what?" the voice asked.
"The guilt trips."
The voice thought for a few seconds. "No, I can't, I am, of course, the only thing keeping you sane, the only thing holding you back." The voice whispered.
"Thank you." Nero whispered as he bowed his head in a moment of weakness.
"That's what partners do." The voice whispered, a small chuckle filling the depths of Nero's mind.
"But… I betrayed you." Nero whispered.
"Yeah, you did. But we are still partners. You're my meister… I'd do anything for you. Even let you kill me, and I did." The voice whispered.
As Nero started to stitch up Carlo's wounds the voice seemed to bring up memories that he did not want to remember. Nero tried to fight them back, but his partner was persistent. Nero had lost that fight from the beginning.
-Flash Back-
"Run faster Nero!" the whip in Nero's hand yelled out as they ran.
"I'm trying!" Nero exclaimed, out of breath, the demon quickly approaching.
The moon smiled down below them, blood dripping from between its teeth, its crazed eyes following the doomed partners. The moons teeth ground against each other, just waiting for the blood shed to begin.
Nero couldn't see a thing and the moon did not grace him by lighting the way. Nero stumbled and fell forward.
"Nero!" the whip called out, transforming back into it's human form and tried to pull him up but was thrown away from the body.
"Don't get in the way." The demon growled, his red skin hot to touch, burning the weapons arm where skin contact was made.
The weapon hit it's head against a brick wall, immediately blood started to drip down his forehead. The hit struck some sort of nerve making the human turn into it's weapon from.
"Nero, you've been a bad boy." The demon smirked, it's deep voice making Nero's breath stop.
"Get away." Nero growled, trying to stand up.
"Nu, uh." The demon, said, his foot going to slam down on Nero's chest so that he could stay down on the ground.
Nero hissed at the burning sensation that spread throughout him.
"You made a deal with me Nero. Your body in exchange for me stopping your mother's suffering." The devil said.
"I meant to cure her disease! Not kill her!" Nero yelled at him, tears collecting in his blue eyes.
"Foolish child!" the demon called out, demonic laughter filling the air that surrounded them, causing Nero to start to shiver in fear. "The only way to end a person's suffering is to end their life. Medicine only prolongs the inevitable. Every mortal will die sooner or later. You did your mother a favor. She had about twenty years left in her, but thanks to you, she's gone, and she has you to thank for it." The demon said, it's black eyes staring into Nero's blue eyes without flinching.
"You bastard!" Nero yelled out, rage filling him, his arms grabbing at the foot on his chest, both of his arms starting to sizzle at the touch of the demon.
The demon let out a chuckle, his foot unmoving. "I'll take your body now." The demon said, as he held up one red hand, all of his nails were filed down, except for his pointer finger. The nail was long and thin, black as night.
The demon held the tip of the nail to where Nero's neck connected to the rest of his body, a small chuckle escaping the demon as he pressed the nail harder against the skin, causing it to break. "I love this part." He chuckled.
The demon removed his foot from Nero's chest.
Nero thought that this was his chance, but when he tried to move, he couldn't, he was paralyzed. Realization hit him and he made the mistake of looking up at the demon. Its eyes were no longer black, they were white, his demonic smile reaching from ear to ear, showing off its rotting teeth. "This is going to hurt." The demon taunted as it dragged its nail against Nero's chest, ripping it open.
Nero tried to scream out for help, or at least in pain, but he couldn't, he was frozen.
The demon drunk in the look of horror and pain that Nero had on and he could practically feel his strength returning him. "I'm dragging this out for a reason." The demon said, half way through with cutting open Nero's chest and stomach.
Tears were escaping Nero's eyes, the pain was unbearable.
"I feed on fear, pain, negativity, and you, Nero. You're a gold mine." The demon said with his demonic laugh as it fed.
Nero's eyes rolled back into his head, he couldn't take the pain anymore and he passed out much to the demons disappointment.
It seemed like hours and Nero woke up to see that he was on his knees and both hands were occupied. One with the whip that was his partner and the other held a blue soul.
Nero could only feel horror fill him as his hand held the blue soul up to his mouth. Nero had no control as he swallowed the blue soul that was his partners.
'Help me.' Were the words that echoed into his mind.
-End flash back-
"And that's what I've been doing. I've been helping you all this time Nero." The voice whispered.
Nero stayed quiet as he finished up healing Carlo, cleaning up his blood.
"You know what I find sad though… you don't remember my name." the weapon whispered. "Even after I gave up my life for you… you don't remember my name." the weapon whispered.
Nero glanced at the clock. "Three hours are up, Maka has to come inside to complete the next lesson." Nero whispered as he stood up and left the room going outside to see that Maka had somehow ripped her jeans so that they were shorts and took off her jacket and ripped off her sleeves. Her shoes were laying on the ground along with her socks. Maka was red, but she never stopped her running.
"Give the poor girl something to drink." The voice whispered. "It's the least you could do."
Nero took in a deep breath and then let it out as he thought it over… he finally had complete control over his body over all these years, but his soul was still tainted with the demons darkness, that he will never be able to break.
"Maka!" he called out. "I've decided that it would be best for you to take a drink of water. I need you to be well enough for the next lesson."
"Thank you." the voice said.
"Shut up." Nero muttered as Maka took her sweet time to pick up her stuff and walk back into the house, panting like a dog.
A/N: Hey you guys! Sorry if I haven't answered your reviews, like I said, I'm addicted to Tumblr now. XD I'll get around to answering them soon if I haven't answered them with this chapter. Just so you know, I've written like five short stories, not here, on my tumblr. Go and read them if you want to, if you do, tell me what you think about them.