Im baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack

Survived the onslaught of shit and thanksgiving, hopefully y'all had a great thanksgiving tho.

Did a few speeches and preaches to different events, did some beach cleanups and some marathons, and I stepped up my job a little bit. Had to set up a few funerals cuz a few of the fam departed unfortunately may God bless them. Also I got dragged into track by my sergeant so yeaaaaaaa-

I still need to clean my room but that's next up on the list this weekend, while I catch up on Loki. Maybe i'll watch the new godzilla too.

Regardless, I'm back. And this is a bit short, because again I had to divide this chapter up, so part one, and hopefully part 2 in the coming weeks, maybe Christmas but who knows.

I'm actually going to attempt to write Taylor next so I'm ready to fumble the bag so damn hard cuz I have no idea how to write her. But I'ma do it anyway because the story has now reached that part to where she steps in, although she isn't going to be as major of a role as suspected, that is liable to change however depending on how I feel.

But anyhow I'm rambling, onto the story!

Chapter 13: Forsaken: Pt 1


"Chris…."

"Chris…."

"Helloooooo."

"I know you hear me!"

"You know the sun'll be up-"

"Hey Muzan….I just….I just need a second….okay man."

His vision went up to stare at Muzan nonchalantly. Muzan might as well have been glaring at him. But he couldn't muster the energy to care.

"Fine. Just don't get us killed….your not alone in this."

Muzan disappeared. As he tended to do. His presence fading from his time, akin to when he left him in the hospital.

It was at that time he believed the merchants were big! His friends made them out to be a good chunk of why Brockton bay was ass.

But no, they were unironically a bunch of bums. The group wasn't even as big as he had been led to believe. Just 3 capes?

That's it?!

Why? In the seven spheres of hell are they still around? Weren't there 4?

There actually nothing!

Trash will always be trash. But damn did they put a foul taste in his mouth, literally.

It was sad. It was sad. So sad. That he fell. Fell for the bullshit opinion of Zay….So really the big 3 was coil, Kaiser, and lung.

AND IT TOOK SKIDMARK TO LEARN THAT.

He should've just jumped the ABB. HE WASTED HIS GODDAMNED FUCKING TIME.

And there were tons of smaller gangs he could go after. Some trying to usurp the big dogs. Whether they were assimilated or killed did nothing to concern him. Hell there were apparently people that aspired to be like the Merchants of all goddamned people.

The audacity of these bitches…

lord…

It finally gave him the moment of reprieve he had been so desperately wanting….

He breathed in and out hesitantly….his breath reeked of blood…..

He checked one of the guys' phones. It was….it…was…2011….1914-April 2nd….

When. In the heavenly f u c k, did a whole month fly by?

"What am I doing…." I held his hands to his face as he looked down….

He felt a fly approaching. It took a few long seconds before it landed in his hair….it was promptly swallowed whole. Never to see the light of day. It was free blood. Free calories. Free mass. There were no complaints. Only the after thought of how or why the bug drew so close to him when others didn't….

He gazed at a small memory of his first time sleeping in a dumpster.

He felt the tears falling again. This time he used nails to claw out his eyes….but they regenerated even as he got the orbs out his sockets.

It was like a train rattling in his head, the brain beat hurt more than he'd like….it made crying a pain.

What was he doing….

…..oh right….he knew why the bug got so close to him…he finally repressed it. His killing intent.

Muzan had been trying to get him to fix that for about….a week now?

Considering he snuck up on the merchants as well as he did he'd assumed he did a good job.

Muzan said nothing. Hell he said he should've split himself. But that felt weird, and he really didn't like it.

And now he was left with the repressions of that….

Of all this…

He flipped his hoodie over his head. Covering his hair…the jacket was not normal. It started normal dark blue from the top but kept going all the way down.

He wondered if he was stinky….

He wondered how his mom and dad felt….he basically debunked the Merchants. They have no leader. And only 1 of the capes that he knew of weren't there.

Unfortunately his scent wasn't on any of the members so now he was just going to hunt him down.

Were they proud?

….were they even up there?

…..another damned mosquito-that's 2 too many flying insects.

…..ehh….it doesn't matter. If they can kill him then he hoped they made it fast. He was tired of looking at people's faces.

…No…he should stand up now…..

Nah…..

No…

Not…..

Nada.

"Hmmm…" his grunt came out low and guttural. He felt a wind scrape against his jacket….he didn't feel the cold nor warmth of it….

That was getting annoying too. That dull sensation of nothing when something was clearly there! It was like something but nothing!

Fuck….it was mind-numbing….yet here he was…..still just…..here..

"Heh…heh hah…."

He wasn't-someone nearby….close….super close actually….damn their running…..no jogging at him?

EITHER WAY THEIR MOVING!

His sight multiplied. So did his senses.

He smelt the heart pumping, the adrenaline, the sweat. It was all SO-

'No…you're above that…calm down…you just ate…."

He breathed in and out.

"Okay….."

He touched his face.

"Okay!"

"Yeah."

"This is okay."

"Yeah!"

"Yeah."

You just ate!

He sighed….he retracted himself.

And he looked into the direction of the hum-person.

The sky was a dark holy blue with painted clouds stretching above. The air was probably so clean up there.

It all fit together like a car…..the doodads and the modules and other engines and organs and….not so random car shit.

What?

No wait that didn't make any sense….

What was he….

He really was losing it.

…..if that was the case why was he still reminiscing on his thoughts…..what was the point of thinking about it, if it would only hurt him…

Is that why everything hadn't been coming to him as easily as it had initially? Or was it his lack of skill and talent that bolstered this peripheral part of his life?

….he looked down at his own shadow…it was watery and muddy, but it reminded him of those videos online of leviathan…..it was odd…it snapped him out of his thoughts and his comforts and pushed him back out of the limelight….it just beckoned to him.

He felt the rummage of power in his head, he held onto that feeling of nausea and hurt….and the shadow grew in size….he put his foot first.

The mud gently swallowed it whole.

His eyes widened. Muzan spoke something of this, the other abilities he had access to…..some required trauma to spawn, other required more skill and focus….

This must be one of those things….It felt off…really off….but weirdly enough he hadn't felt as worried as he had before.

So he stepped through his own puddle of darkness, and into the swampy void.


Knock. Knock. knock.

"Hey…Taylor? Are you in there?" he placed his hands lower as they rested at his sides royally.

He looked around the hallway curiously. Before ripping his attention back to the door.

He stood awkwardly and slightly stricken as he waited to hear for any response….

There was none. But he wasn't deterred.

He just knew to keep knocking and knocking. And he understood that in her shoes. He wouldn't want to get out of bed.

Mostly because he could sleep more, but this was also a good reason.

So he kept knocking.

Over. And over. And over. And over.

He eventually forgot past the 5 minute mark, but he knew to keep going.

So he did.

And he kept knocking. And knocking. And knocking. And knocking. And knocking.

Until she eventually opened the door. Disheveled and dead. Pale like a spirit but lacking any sort of….anything really.

She looked to have balled her eyes out. For how long, he didn't really know…but…..if it was anything likened to him.

He hugged her..despite her being….quite a bit taller than him, he reached up and hugged her as tightly as he could. Making sure to never let go.

He didn't say a word.

Then after an awkward minute. She hugged him back.

"Dang! Okay you're squeezing the lives out of me."

Her face shifted. Even just slightly. But still not happy.

…..but he could tell…she appreciated it…he should know….he also lost one.

…..even now….as this monster….he could still cry….


'-another man was found dead in his apartment off of Gody Drive, a teacher by the name of Michael Gladly was found in his living room, his bedroom, the tree outside his bedroom window, and his bathroom all at once. It is believed that Abaddon was responsible for this, the PRT and police have released no further statements regarding the recent string of disappearances involving the Hess family and-'

The list filled into her head. She ignored the sounds and random noises she picked up with her enhanced senses. Perched on top of a building.

'You have your objectives. Handle them.'

Her eyes sparked as she stood up. The list filled into her head twofold.

'Keep it under wraps. Make sure you're never found out and never discovered. Lead it back to me if you need to. You're my precious warrior Sophia.'

She seemed to smile as the cold familial hand made its way to her face. Her eyes glimmering frightful reds.

And he smiled ever so kindly. Filled with a power she could only grasp at.

He had freed her from her constraints of the Wards, and her life under wraps, and even from her life in general. There was no-

"Now go. Hunt."

The moment the sun set. She swiftly moved. The merchant's disappearance bought time immemorial to her. The delegates heat in the sky shimmering off and off into the vast reaches of space, that it may never be upon her. For her. It was a simple downside, and yet it still ended up complimenting her power tenfold. There was no strain anymore, no thought, it was just a 'do it' type of action, on instinct almost. Like it had been before but so much greater now, Like comparing a bike to a new car.

When she went through objects before, it was like moving through a pool with a light current pushing her back, not with much force, but not with too little to the point it was casual like on the beach. The difference being however that pool was infinite, the more she stayed in the more violent and offsetted she felt. She may even get nauseous.

Now she barely felt any mental kick, before urging her into doing something physical, it was an in and out, and she could do the trick for as long as she wanted to now.

And if she 'stalled' in something, it didn't hurt. Not anymore.

Allowing her to run through buildings with little to no consequence, the speed boost experienced, coupled with being lightweight in her 'shadow state' made her much faster than before.

Not as fast as Lord Muzan, but it was still fast enough that most capes could barely keep pace with her. Especially in a fight.

She ducked through streets, avoiding lights where she could, as she zoomed and found herself at a door. She simply walked through, ignoring the physicals of it.

The first person Lord Muzan wanted brought to him, a cape named Coil. Muzan mentioned he had the least information about him and thus concluded he had to be dealt with immediately.

Off of the compass in her mind, she found the place, a construction site that was half finished towards becoming some sort of high rise. Eventually she just smelt it. Leading her to a hatch surrounded by a rim of concrete, locked with a damn Alexandria strength lock.

So she glided through and down the dark stairwell that presented itself, she glided down it, and into a hallway filled with a dim light overhead. Eventually she came across a door, as the darkness subsumed her, she phased through it.

She found a mercenary right out the door. She slit his throat with a phantom ease. His gun dropped to the ground lifelessly.

His buddy wasted no time in shooting.

She ran through the shot and ran a bolt through his head, making the ever so tantalizing sound of bone being pierced through. She looked down and admired her work for a split second. She heard offhandedly from her right side.

"Shit! Is that Shadow Stalker?!"

She turned to find the men already coordinating a barrage of grenades to be thrown at her, she shifted into her shadow state unconsciously. It didn't take her long to figure out what exactly those grenades were.

She grabbed the deceased merc's body and threw it at the bombs, detonating on the man, creating a cackle of electricity, otherwise frying him again, or what was left of him. She took the moment after to dart at the other mercenaries.

They all tried shooting, but in vain it was, she was too fast. She ran up on one and shoved a bolt through one's head, blood splattered across her costume again, she found comfort in the perishing of her prey. As they tried their damndest to fight back.

Another attempted hand to hand combat, and perhaps it might have worked before, when she wasn't a true predator. He had military training, the raw skill too, and the technique was there.

But if a sheep knew how to kick well, how would that change an encounter against a bear?

Nothing. The merc soon found his hands dismantled, bloody stumps with bone sticking out of them, the armor shattering like plastic. She grabbed his 'hands' and shoved them straight into his head, with enough force the helmet they wore didn't matter, the bones broke, and the helmet broke.

And the man fell to the ground with an ominous thud.

Those were her favorite kills out of the group of them that came. Many tried, none succeeding. It was a fools game, and in the end, the last few just ran.

And after making sure they suffered for daring to think they could get away, she arrived at a neat, office door. She walked through again.

At the neat office desk, complete with pens, papers, a computer, and someone hidden underneath the desk. A skinny Caucasian man in a skin tight black suit with a white snake stenciled onto it…he seemed to recoil…

That was him. As a civilian to be assumed. With graying whiskers and a sagging face that soon morphed into a terrified look once his blue eyes laid into her form.

He looked old however….the discrepancy in what Muzan knew to him as a seemingly young to middle aged perhaps….at least that's how Skidmarks memory testified him as.

She threw the desk and snatched him by the throat. The desk made a loud crash as it collided with the wall and collapsed…leaving an indent in the wall itself. The man was terrified.

"Where is Coil?" her voice was still as it was before she met Muzan.

The man fumbled over his words before he finally spoke something coherent. "I don't know! He said I would be safe! He-he-"

Suddenly she felt something come over her. Overwriting every one of her instincts.

"Tell me where he is and I may not end you."

And just quickly as her breath hitched, control returned to her….

His heartbeat was fast, and his vocal chords were wispy….but his brain wasn't working as fast as it could be…..did that mean he wasn't lying?

"I-i…..i don't know….he just told me to keep everything stable while he was gone. That's all I know!"

Muzan appeared behind him…the man never even flinched as Muzans hands seemed to grip his shoulders, pressing into the suit with the slight accompaniment of fabric being pushed down violently. Despite the lack of force Muzan seemed to put on, the man remained unmoved…he held a fatherly kind of smile. His fedora covering his eyes. A ghostly reparation.

"Sophia, learn all you can from this man where that cape Coil is….i want no blindspots in my plans. If he has decoys then he may already know of my presence."

She started to drool. The color left the old man's face.

Muzan merely kept his complacent bland look as she grinned.

"You know what that means right?"

"I do."


He jangled his keys alive as he opened the door to room 6-101. He merely stood, his figure imposed on the door as he had to crouch just under the top of the doorframe. Revealing a decently nice classroom. He eyed the board with a slight intensity before he moved to settle his things down on the teachers desk.

The original teacher, Mr Gladly, he was young and kind apparently, not that he knew him, all he knew was that he disappeared one day, not coming to work, and eventually they found him.

What was left of him at least. He had to fight back a small tear at that.

The teacher the room over had to step in and take on the students, so he signed on to fill in until they found an actual teacher willing to take up the job.

But considering what he saw when he came in, the school was….something to say the least. It had a different air to what he was used to. But it seemed more in line to what the average high school was in America, except with a bit of a drunk twist to it.

As such, it seemed to actually be situated more so in the bottom echelon of schools in the state. It was a wonder they somehow procured one of the local heroes to it.

That's how Hurata described it to him as….Tenma seemed to support his notions on the American school system.

Ordinarily he subbed for most elementary schools, kindergarten most of the time. He preferred how simple children were, helping them with mineral learnings and practices, and just playing with them.

But teenagers seemed to be an entire other kind of creature.

He chose to do this, mostly because the offer floated around for almost a week until he decided to step in. It'd be a nice change of pace for him, he just hoped he wouldn't scare the kid-teenagers. He was aware of the presence of gangs within the school….

But he wasn't scared, nor worried, sure the stronger capes seemed reminiscent of the old gods but the ABB were still humans, they were still mortal, even if Lung was a beast at his craft. He could still be taken down.

And has been in the past.

So here he was, fixing up a classroom and getting the lesson plan in his head. It was not going to be a 'drop work on you and just chill'. They were actually going to work, because he cared. Whether they knew it or not. He was responsible for this class and its students for the foreseeable future.

Besides, him, Hurata, and Tenma were teenagers once. How bad could it be looking after a new generation of them?

Besides he only had 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 5th, 6th, and 7th periods to worry about!

Besides he had problem children in the past, how would this be any different? They would be bigger is all. He heard someone got shoved into a locker here. But that was just rumors as far as he knew.

How bad could it possibly be? He survived Kyushu's fallout. This couldn't compare to such things could it?

Could it?


And that is that.

Also I got checked, I don't have chromes disease thank God, and my body is fine, as far as the Doctors are concerned, I'm perfectly healthy, which makes no sense considering how badly I get sick. plus hereditary stuff.

So god bless. And anyone with any bodily missaps god bless y'all and I hope that it all works out well for you. Always know that you ain't alone.

Watched Blue Eyed Samurai and peak fiction, that bih a menace for real, but on a real note I really liked it, it's on Netflix and it's super cool, in the process of watching Pluto as of writing this which is cool too, haven't finished it tho but it's also on it.

On the topic of the story, thank you again for sticking around to continue reading this dumb fic, I hope you've found enjoyment in reading this! And I really appreciate any support and reviews as I try to somehow make this a good story.

Also we're not webnovel and space battles now, so yeaaaaaaa-

Anyhow tho that's all, if I don't get the next chapter or that Obito in dragon ball fic I'm still terrified to drop out, then merry christler and happy new years!

And be safe, drive safely, and be good people. Hope y'all have a blessed night!