Outsider Chronicles: Coloured Souls
Getting reborn into a world of monsters, Witches and Demon Weapons is a tad annoying. Discovering that I am a Demon Weapon doesn't help, although teaming up with the coolest girl ever to wear pigtails makes up for it. Now if only I could figure out why Stine seems so interested in the fact I have silver eyes...
And we're back. Nothing to say except enjoy!
Chapter 2
The grinning moon rose over the streets of London as the twisted and monstrous form of the murderer known as Jack the Ripper stalked the streets searching for new prey. He had just the person in mind, a young girl in a red hood, walking alone through the streets. He slowly advanced on her, following her from the rooftops until he was directly above her and then...he pounced.
CRUNCH!
Jack let out a howl of pain as the girl spun around and slammed something into his stomach, sending him flying down the street. He stumbled to his feet, just in time to see the girl spin something and rest it across her shoulders as it unfolded out into a large scythe.
"Serial killer Jack the Ripper, you have strayed from the path of Humanity," said the girl, pushing her hood down to reveal ash blond hair tied into pigtails, "By order of Lord Death, I will collect your Soul."
She spun her scythe and slammed the blade into the road. Jack snarled and charged, his massive claws ready to carve the girl up like luncheon meat. She spun on her heel, using the handle of the scythe as a pivot point to kick the murderer in the head, sending him stumbling back. The girl continued her spin, landed and yanked her blade free, turning on her heel to try and cut Jack in half. Fortunately for the Murderer, he was able to get his claw up in time to block. Jack leered at the girl as he lifted his other hand, ready to gut her. The girl didn't look scared though, in fact, she just smiled and pulled a trigger on the shaft of the scythe.
BANG!
SNAP!
Jack howled in pain as the sudden force from the gun-scythes discharge forced the weapon down, freeing it from his grip and breaking his arm in the process.
"Its ours now!" yelled the girl as she turned on her heel and pulled the trigger again, adding yet more force behind her attack, "The 99th SOUL!"
The razor sharp blade easily sliced through the 'mans' flesh and bone and he barely had time to scream before his body dissolved, leaving nothing but a glowing red orb.
"Well, that was fun."
The scythe red and dissolved into what looked like flower petals that quickly reformed into the shape of a 13 year old boy with red and black hair, silver eyes and wearing a black t-shirt and jeans and a red hoodie.
Jasper POV
I walked over to where the Soul was floating and grabbed it.
"And with this, we only have one left," I said, "Lets just hope I don't end up eating a cat…"
I tilted my head back and swallowed the Soul. Like with transforming, describing what absorbing a Soul is like is rather difficult. You can't really chew them, but they easily change shape so you can swallow them straight down. Personally, I found the sensation a little weird, but I was used to it.
"Come on Jasper, lets go make our report," said Maka, heading over to a nearby window, "42-42-564, whenever you want to knock on Deaths door."
I joined my Meister by the window as the glass began to glow and project the image of Death and his chamber. To be honest, the towering being had always set me a little on edge and not because he was the Grim Reaper. It was actually something else, something I had never really been able to put my finger on, a feeling that he was hiding something or knew more than he let on. It could just be the Kishen, but I don't think that was it. No, it actually stemmed back to something he said to me when we first met.
'You...have silver eyes…"
That line and the way he said it...it set off every one of my alarm bells. I swear he was smiling under his mask as well. So yes, I'm pretty sure Death was hiding something that went well beyond Asura.
Still, despite that, I still respected him, and not just because he was basically a God. Despite the fact he was hiding things, he also had an aura that just made you want to place your trust in him. Ironic for the Grim Reaper.
"Scythe Meister Maka reporting in," said Maka as the glass cleared.
"Well, hello Maka, its great to see you again!" said Death.
"We managed to collect the last Kishin Soul we needed," said Maka, "Now we just need the Witches Soul and we'll be done."
"Excellent work Maka!" said Death, "Your turning out to be just a skilled Meister as your Mother was!"
Maka rubbed the back of her head, blushing lightly at the complement.
"Hey, Branwen," said a rather unwelcome voice, wiping the pleased look of Maka's face in favor of annoyance, "If you even think of touching my Daughter, as a Death Scythe...no, as her Father, I will freaking kill you, ya got that you little octopus head?!"
"Frankly, I'm more scared of Maka and her book than I am of you," I said.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" roared Spirit, "WHY HAVEN'T YOU MADE A MOVE YET, YOUR A MAN AREN'T YOU?!"
"What does that have to do with anything?" I growled, "Oh, and did you know that your rather annoying?"
Spirit ignored me in favor of turning to Maka.
"Maka, Papa loves you," he said.
"Pff, yeah right, like I'd ever consider you my Father," muttered Maka.
"Alright, alright, leave the family feud for later please," said Death as Spirit started sobbing in a corner, "Now then, as you know, your next target is a Witch, so be very careful. You have done very well in your battles up till now, but more than one promising Meister has lost their lives when they challenged a Witch. Oh, and remember, if you mess up on this Soul, all of the others you have collected will be confiscated. See ya!"
The window stopped glowing and Maka's phone beeped. She pulled it out and glanced at the details of our Witch Hunt.
"Right, lets go," she said.
"Right behind you," I said.
"So, we got any details about this Witch?" I asked as we walked through the forest that surrounded the Witches home.
One of the side affects of Magic was that it had a tendency of altering the environment around it. As a result, the land around Witches lares tends to start to change the longer they remain. In this case, the Witch had somehow changed a good chunk of the forest to look like it was the middle of autumn, not summer.
"Well, according to this, she uses Shadow magic," said Maka, "She also prefers to fight with a weapon rather than Magic and uses a style similar to BlackStar."
"So, shes a Ninja?" I asked, glancing around.
I couldn't help but feel that we were being watched and the revelation she was a ninja certainly didn't help that paranoia.
"Apparently," said Maka, "There are also rumors that she has a skilled partner…"
"Sounds like the DWMA has some good intelligence agents."
Maka and I jumped out of our skins at the unexpected voice and spun around. Maka tensed at the sight of her, but I was too busy gaping to get ready for combat. Why? Well, the owner of the voice was leaning against a tree and was a young girl with black hair and yellow eyes with dark purple eye shadow. She was wearing a black buttoned vest with coattails and a single silver button on the front over a white, sleeveless, high necked, crop undershirt and white shorts. Her feet and legs were covered in black low-heeled boots over black stockings and she had black ribbons wrapped around her forearms, matching the one in her hair that resembled cat ears. Strapped to her back was a large cleaver with a black ribbon attached to the handle.
A sharp elbow in the ribs from Maka snapped me out of my shock, but that didn't stop my mind, which was busy trying to figure out how in the hell we could be fighting Blake as a damned Witch.
"So, I take it your here for my Soul?" asked the Blake look-alike.
Maka narrowed her eyes.
"You're the Witch?" she asked.
The girl tilted her head on one side slightly.
"Thats me," she said.
"Well, that saves us the trouble of finding you," said Maka with a smirk, "Jasper, lets go!"
I sighed.
"This is gonna end badly," I muttered, but dutifully transformed, my body dissolving into red petals and reforming into a scythe in Maka's hands.
"YOUR SOUL IS MINE!" yelled Maka, charging the Witch.
Before she could get close enough to attack however, a black and red shape came shooting out of the trees and blocked us, my blade sparking of a red bladed sword.
"Lady Blake, what have I told you about going off on your own?" said the newcomer, "If anything happened to you, your Father would kill me."
I facepalmed, glad no one could see into my space within my Weapon form. The facepalm was twofold. First off, it had basically confirmed the fact that the Witch was somehow Blake, but also the newcomer, who I was willing to bet good money was at least as good as Mifune, was Adam Taurus, mask included.
"Calm down Adam," said Blake, "I was never in any danger here. Those two wouldn't even be able to touch me."
Maka recovered from her surprise at the unexpected interruption and broke the lock, jumping back to get some distance. Adam sheathed his sword and turned to face us, his stance screaming readiness to fight.
"Who are you?" asked Maka.
Adam huffed.
"My name is Adam Taurus," he said, "I was assigned to keep Lady Blake safe in the event that the DWMA sent someone after her."
Maka narrowed her eyes.
"Assigned? By who?" she asked.
"Thats none of your business, Meister," snapped Adam, "All you need to know is that I won't allow you to pass me. Leave now, or else."
I gulped, my mind flashing back to RWBY and exactly what Adam was capable of. If he was anything like his counterpart, we were in deep dodo. I think I'd rather fight Mifune right now. At least he would pull his punches against kids. Adam on the other hand...well, he'd probably disarm Maka.
"Maka, maybe we should withdraw," I said, "We shouldn't try to fight both of them."
Maka glanced down at me in surprise, before looking back at the Witch and her Guardian. She shook her head.
"No, we've come this far," she said, "We can take them!"
She spun me and pulled the trigger, using the recoil to fly towards Adam and Blake.
"Tch, fine," said Adam, grabbing the hilt of his sword and drawing it just enough to catch my blade, "In that case, I guess we'll fight. Don't disappoint me kid. Soul Protect, release."
"Aw shit," I said as a massive pulse of power shot out of Adam, forcing Maka back from the force, "He would be a Sorcerer, wouldn't he? Now do you think we should run?!"
Maka gulped as Adam slowly stood, his sword gleaming like freshly spilt blood.
"Maybe you're right," she said.
"To late," said Adam, "Scatter and Wilt, Taurus Charge!"
He glowed red and shot forwards, the red energy forming into a spectral bull as he bore down on us. Maka quickly pulled my trigger again, darting out of the way of the charge. While in the air, she spun me and aimed at the Sorcerer, firing a few rounds at him and using the recoil to make some distance. Adam skidded to a halt and immediately started after us, using his sword to deflect my rounds.
"Alright, there is no way that thing is normal," I said.
"Not now Jasper!" said Maka as she blocked Adam's rapid fire attacks, "Watch my back and make sure the other one doesn't sneak up on us!"
"Got it," I said.
Unfortunately, the longer the fight continued, it became more and more obvious that Blake didn't need to get involved. Not when Adam was basically playing with Maka.
"Any ideas Jasper?" gasped Maka as she flipped out of the way of another swing from Adam's sword.
"Well, we could try running, but I don't think he'll let us," I said.
"Nows not the time to be a smart ass!" snapped Maka, "Do you think we should try THAT?"
I shrugged.
"Worth a try," I said, "Ready when you are!"
"Right then," said Maka, jumping back out of range of Adam's sword.
As if sensing that Maka was going to try something, Adam paused. Maka spun me around and took a stance.
"Lets go Jasper!" she yelled.
"Yeah, lets do it," I said with a grin.
"LETS GO, SOUL RESONANCE!"
The Resonance of the Soul is yet another thing I cannot explain. When we used it, Maka and I stopped being two people and essentially became one. Oh, we were still ourselves, but we lost all need to communicate and could simply act as one being. Oh, and the power it provided was a massive rush.
I felt our Souls become one and begin to expand, the force generated from the outpouring of power throwing up leaves as Maka drew me back, energy gathering in my blade and making it glow red. Then, it expanded into the shape of a brilliantly silver crescent blade.
"LEGENDARY SUPER SKILL OF THE SCYTHE MEISTER!" shouted Maka as she charged.
"Tch, your wasting your time," growled Adam, bringing up his sword.
"WITCH HUNTER!"
My blade slammed into Adams sword...and was stopped cold. A moment later, Witch Hunter shattered, sending Maka and I flying backwards.
"W-what the hell was that…" gasped Maka, struggling to her knees.
"Nothing good," I said as I watched the remains of the attack get absorbed into Adam's sword.
"Time to end this," said Adam as the markings on his clothes, mask and hair began to glow, "Scatter and Wilt…MOONSLICE!"
And everything went white.
And there you have it, the first mission of the new team, Maka and Jasper. And it was to hunt someone rather unexpected.
So Blake's a Witch and Adam is apparently still partnered with her. Oh, and is a Sorcerer. Could this mean something important? What do you think?!
Yes, I switched Maka's coat with Rubys hood. Suck it up.
Well, our heroes are off to a flying start. Just two chapters in and they're already in a situation that could well see Maka becoming 'armless'. Sorry, bad pun. Is it still to soon to joke about that…?
Eh, don't care, direct all hate for that joke towards this fire to keep my toes nice and toasty. Of course, reviews make better fuel, so make sure you leave me one!