No more heroes [Vitamin] (Read 227 times)

[Daniel Adler]

Many times, the swordsman often found himself doing things that he didn’t want to do, and that was to take a life of another human being. Tonight, he found himself doing it again, his victim this time was a woman whose path deviated from that of a warrior and took the path of a demon. She took up a cursed sword, in return for the powers, she lost all her sanity and was focused on one thing: To regain her former glory. No matter what he did, he couldn’t save her from the clutches of the evil sword – most of the humanity that was left in her was now gone, both mentally and physically. And so, as the sun set behind him, Daniel brought down the blade of ‘justice’ down upon his victim. Even after the body was deprived of its head, it moved a little more for a couple of seconds before finally pausing; along with her, the weapon that she held on her hand stopped functioning altogether. Behind her was a teenage boy, tied up in chains against a concrete pillar behind him.

Daniel knew how this went; he repeated this mistake all too many times before in his life time. His sword was tainted with the blood of both evil and innocents together. Tonight, this child’s life would be taken as the curse dictates. No matter how noble it might’ve seemed to people who could witness this battle, a murder was murder. To take a life of another being was nothing more than an art of cruelty. The swordsman walked up to the boy with the bloodied sword firmly grasped in his hand. He figured a clean cut to the head should do it, since he was not moving it made it that much easier for him to get this act over with. Just as Daniel leveled the sword over his head, something made him stop momentarily from acting out any further.

“Wow, you were so cool back there! I wish I can be a great hero like you one day, fighting off bad guys!” The boy yelled, his eyes beaming with delight from spectacle of the blade daemon that he saw earlier. “People say that you’re from a dark guild or something, but… you really don’t act like it. Ah, I know, people are spreading wrong rumors about you, aren’t they? Well, I believe in you, the Blade Daemon! The wrath of justice!”

… A hero? The words this boy said was like rubbing salt into an old wound. It pained him that someone would think of him as such.

“Kill him. Fulfill thy vow.”

The swordsman felt his arms shake like the entirety of his being. How could he possibly bring himself to kill another child? But his will was not his own. This body was not his. His sword was not his. Nothing, none of which he thought he owned was his. Daniel felt his eyes water. “I’m sorry.”

“Eh?”

Once again, his sword tasted the blood of the innocent. At that moment, the head from the boy’s body rolled over towards Daniel’s feet. His eyes were staring right into his as if asking ‘why’? Unable the answer the question of the dead, he wrenched his eyes away from it and turned his back against the two corpses as he walked out to the exit of the building.

[inaya sultan]

Another sleepless night. Hours and hours laying there, lacrima powered fan buzzing loudly alongside her incessant thoughts. Waiting for the winking clock to shout it's morning rouse. But time refused to move, every second passing just barely and the minutes droned on. The dark splotch above her bed barely illuminated from the alarm clock's light providing as her singular focus. Similar were the other nights when Razalas entered her mind, reminding her faintly of the possibility to leave. Leave behind all that had caused the foundation of her existence to crumble. A feeling she fought vehemently against, as it's remembrance only brought with it a suffocating pain with a flooding of memories. Fourteen years of hell she could not face, yet it came back, always trying to pry their way through to the core of her, to drown her in wrecked emotion.

A slap sounded out, her hand instinctively smashing onto her exposed thigh and squishing the tiny creature that had sauntered onto it. It's gross innards smearing a black smudge across her skin as she wiped it away, a sigh issuing from agape lips. "Screw it." Ebony locks poured over her slender but toned shoulders as she rose from her poorly made bed, her hand absently pushing in her bedside light. As usual the mess of her quarters greeted her vision, lit by the dim oval light, a dimness that befitted the underground location of Raven Tail's base and most often, even, her mood. The clock shone 4:21AM, nearly two and a half hours too soon to rise, but her body called for a midnight stroll. Action, as she had quickly figured out during her years with Aaquil, was the singular thing that could stop the straying of thoughts. A much needed relief, especially during these troubled nights. 

Dressed in a cheap matching set of ebony shorts and a night-t, she'd simply retrieve her rose sheathed katana and exit her quarters. Bare feet padding in silence across the cold stone floor. Few of the guild hall was still buzzing with noise, specifically in the main quarters where the more... rambunctious and extroverted bickered and drank among themselves. Their claims of great victories and power echoed loudly with competitiveness throughout the corresponding corridors. Though such things seemed frivolous to the reptilian eye'd slayer, whom was much too lost in the everlasting moment of nothingness that forever accompanied her steps. An indifference that showed clearly upon her deceptively delicate features as she passed by without a deviating glance and made way toward the stairs that would lead out into the abandoned warehouse above.

A quiet place, usually, within itself, though her solitude had often been interrupted there, leading to an adventuring further among the many old and abandoned buildings/factories that surrounded this portion of Magnolia. It's undisturbed nature generally soothing, but as she walked through again, as she always did, a familiar scent tickled at her nose. "Copper?" No. It was something else. The substance that stained her; blood. Curiously she broke off, wandering toward the scent and quickly zigzagged through the old building's manufacturing machines and tables before a darkened pool was spotted. A faint light from outside shining through the thick dirt-covered windows, revealing to her an all too frequent scene. Two heads, separate from their bodies, which lay haphazardly nearby each of them. Crimson liquid reflecting brightly through her similarly colored eyes as she stared at a child's wide eye'd expression. "Nothing. I still feel nothing." The thought and the emptiness brought by the scene relaxing her muscles significantly as she let out a sigh, her free hand scratching at her nose absently as she wondered who could've done this. Despite the warehouse being mostly out of reach for the vast majority of Magnolians, it would of been troublesome for someone outside the guild to stumble upon the scene. "No Raven is stupid enough to kill on our front door, are they? Paris would break them. So someone else?" 

Sword's blade was suddenly blazing into existence in simultaneous response to the following sound; the doors of the warehouse closing. "Their near!" Instinct and nothing more forced her body into action as she jolted through the warehouse, bare feet plopping several tones louder with her rapid outburst. Soon the outside air was rushing passed her as she barged through the doors and skid outside, crimson eyes taking in the surroundings in a split second before falling upon the back of someone clad in a tanned coat, hair long and white. A sword at his side. "Stop!" Another instinctive action as she took two long strides toward him, pausing then with her sword held out, a ten foot gap between. "Bound to the flock?" Her inquiry cryptic to those whom lacked the symbol of Raven Tail, but his answer, confused or not, would provide her the necessary information she needed to dictate proceedings.

MADE BY MINNIE OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

(( All dat rambling. Sorry mang. xD ))

[Daniel Adler]

“Stop!”

A witness… now this was getting rather troublesome. Daniel stopped in his tracks and briefly glanced behind him to see who was issuing him such orders. It was a young girl, most likely in her late teens wearing a school uniform. She sported long black hair with twin pigtails that came down right around her thighs. Her eyes clearly told him that she was no ordinary passer-by like he had encountered before – not even the Rune Knights gave off such inhuman, yet beautiful glow in their eyes. It was quite the oddity, something that he had never seen before from a human being. The way she held her sword also told him that she was a trained warrior skilled in the way of the sword. Could she perhaps be looking for revenge? No, there was nothing of that sort coming from her, considering what she was saying to him. The woman asked him if he was part of the ‘flock’. Though rather cryptic, but Daniel had a good idea what she was trying to ask.

From what he knew, there were two guilds in this town. One of them being Fairy Tail, he heard that they were notorious for their destructive tendencies despite being legal guilds. Many towns sustained quite a bit of damage from their audacious recklessness. In short, they were nothing more than a band of tightly fit misfits. At the other side of the town where no light reached was Raven Tail. Not many people knew about them due to the fact that they were a shadowy organization known for god knows what, but it seemed like their name was quite infamous. Dark guilds – or illegal for the lack of better term seemed rather feared around these parts, not even the Rune Knights themselves were able to stop them due to how secretive their organization was. Perhaps she was talking about one of these guilds, and if so, then she had to be a mage.

“No, I am not part of anything.” Daniel coolly replied, “I have no business with you, leave me be.”

[inaya sultan]

Completely unfamiliar. The answer to her question was answered the moment she was granted access to his face. “No, I am not part of anything. I have no business with you, leave me be.”  Eye's offered only suspicious narrowing as she stood, frozen in place, studying the man's behavior. Collected, steady. He held confidence in his abilities and as cleanly departed were the heads of his victims she knew that it was a belief with substance. His talent high, but how would it fare against her own sword? In mild debate the woman readjusted her sword's grasp, cool eyes unwavering from the white-curtained man's rough but calm visage. "For what use would testing strength be, though? I simply need to clean up a mess, nothing more." 

"I see." With no altering signals going off for impending attack, the woman would merely fall back into a casual stance as her sword clicked back into it's crimson sheath. "You made a mess at a most unfortunate location, though. I'm going to have to ask you to clean it up." The lack of confusion in his answer leaving open possibility of him putting two and two together, but she doubted any of murderous nature cared much for the affairs of Raven Tail. Leaving the only real nuisance as two unfortunately beheaded souls, their inevitable stench within an non-air-conditioned warehouse issuing a problem. One she most certainly was not going to clean up. "I will provide you with supplies if you need, but I have no desire in bloodying my pajamas unnecessarily." 

Cold eyes departed from the man's features, straying along his muscular, adroit, form. Her mind briefly wandering if he had regret for his actions. There were not many in the world who so carelessly slew children, after all. An unaffiliated swordsman slaughtering randomly among the obscurities of Magnolia. Even if she too had taken life without discrimination throughout her duties, she had never hunted in sport. "Why do I care? It's none of my concern." Her desire to question his reasons ending then and there as she allowed a mindless shield to fall, successfully shutting down mental processes as she motioned toward the door.  "Come on then. I have places to be." Her lie effortlessly thrown out, as it was not entirely false; she had intended on... walking; which was several places within itself, no? With a hand comfortably snuggled around her sheathed weapon, it's tip laying lazily on the dusty road, she'd wait. A yawn debating on submerging and reiterating her tried state, which was proven enough through the saggy and dark bags beneath her eyes. Had impatience been a dominating trait of the woman, she may of reacted entirely differently, but as it was, she could very well stand there all night until he acted as she had commanded. She didn't actually have any important place to be, after all.

MADE BY MINNIE OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

(( -ninja kick shitty possssssst- yao, yao. ))

[Daniel Adler]

Well, since she had no business with him, Daniel figured that he could just walk away just like that without the need of saying anything else. Just as he stepped forward, she stopped the swordsman from proceeding any further by asking him to clean up the mess that he had made back in the abandoned building that he had decapitated his victims in. She would graciously hand out the cleaning supplies as well. Normally, the swordsman would refuse to take part in such activity, but it’s not like had much choice in the matter, he didn’t want to cause any more unnecessary amount of ruckus than he had caused tonight. After what he had just done, Daniel didn’t have much of a will to pick up his sword again and if he killed this woman, then he would have to kill someone else that wasn’t even involved in this incident. He made a mess at an unfortunate place and time indeed, and without saying much of anything else, the male turned himself around towards the building and the woman.

"Come on then. I have places to be." The woman spoke in a seemingly tired fashion as she yawned.

The night must’ve been getting to her.

“I see, but you will have to provide me with the supplies. I am not a man who would carry around such things.” Daniel replied as he entered the run-down warehouse of a building once more. The scent of blood was still yet fresh in the air, and it took great courage for him step back to that scene where he beheaded the ‘woman’ (if he still could call her that considering what she became) and an innocent young boy she took as a hostage. Those pure, innocent eyes were still looking up at him, repeatedly asking that question as seemed it echoed inside his head infinitely. Daniel couldn’t help other than to turn his eyes away from the boy once more for he couldn’t muster up the courage to look at the ones he had killed straight in the eye. As the male looked behind him, the woman was still yet standing there waiting for him to clean up this mess. With a silent sigh escaping from his lips, he started to undo the chains wrapped around the headless body of the boy that he had killed first, and carefully place the dead in a black bag that he was provided with. He did the same thing for the head as well as the woman. Where should he dump them? The swordsman had no clue; he lacked the wickedness of a villain to think these kinds of things.

[inaya sultan]

"Good. He didn't fuss." Though one wouldn't be able to tell, something akin to relief leisurely strolled through her, her body's fatigue glad that it wouldn't be pushed. The man too, obviously, had not wished to cause any problems either. As it was hard to imagine such a scene unfolding among normal citizens, or even, normal villains. Those without morality were not often fond of being compliant. She and a few others were the exception. “I see, but you will have to provide me with the supplies. I am not a man who would carry around such things.” He too obviously among the rare and the vile. She'd reciprocate his words with a simple nod of her head, her ebony hair tumbling over her shoulders as she did and motioned forward, following the swordsman at an equally unenthusiastic pace.

Already, once inside, she knew she had made the right choice in getting the mess cleaned up quickly, for the stench of copper and decay lingered within the confined compound. The heat of the warehouse enhancing it, as if the corpses' were already sweating their decomposition. She'd not follow him directly though, as she instead went back the way she had initially came and made way to the front room which acted as a storage just outside the entrance of the guild base. There she'd find a makeshift belt so that she could strap it around her waist to hold her katana -- there was no way she'd go without it in the company of another swordsman and murderer -- before gathering up the rest of the supplies. Since the warehouse possessed concrete as flooring she didn't have to grab an unnecessary amount of cleaning solutions and simply gathered some large garbage bags, duct tape, a mop and a bucket full of water along with a washrag. She'd haplessly spill some soap into the  bucket as she strolled out, hands full and katana bouncing noisily against the rolling bucket as she went.

The man had made little progress, if any, since she had departed, but it was expected. Though she couldn't help but notice his expression, it seemed pained. "Are you tormented by your actions?" The question unexpectedly flowed out as the thought crossed and her visage would reflect her own surprise at the sound of her voice. She certainly had not meant to openly voice her pondering, but truthfully she desired to know. To know if there was another on this earth who killed, and killed, and killed.. even if they did not enjoy it. The notion meant she was trying to connect, and as she noticed that, a scowl would quickly form as she attempted to push out emotion with anger, her muscles suddenly tensing as she thrust the supplies toward him and kicked the bucket to slide across the smooth but bloodied floor. It's rusted wheels screeching over the cement until it reached a pool of blood, where it'd swerve and twist around in silence, trailing the crimson liquid behind it in a spiraling motion before it was ceased by the body of what was once a woman. Letting out a faint cough, the woman's composure seemed to be regained as the anger fleeted from her crimson pools, her arms crossing beneath her chest as she simply leaned back against a pillar and surveyed him.

MADE BY MINNIE OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Daniel Adler]

The swordsman heaved both bodies over his shoulders with relative ease and took care not to bruise up the body more than had earlier as he carefully placed their bodies by the nearest exit. Even though he was no stranger to the stench of the dead, the odor was starting to get to him to a point that it was slowly giving him nausea.

Eventually, the woman eventually walked up to Daniel. In her hands, she held various tools for cleaning up this place. Instead of handing it to him, she paused for a moment before handing the tools, only to ask: “Do you regret your actions?” Daniel couldn’t help other than to simply freeze for a moment from that question that was asked towards him. More importantly, why was she asking such a question in the first place? Just what did it mean to feel guilt over what he had done? Against his will, he committed such a monstrous thing, and yet, would it be of any virtue to feel like this? It had to be some sort of a cruel joke coming from her, a sick comedy at its finest. If he indeed was a good person, then he wouldn’t have done such thing in the first place. A curse was a curse, if he hadn’t opened up that seal on that specific day, would have only been him that died only if he held on for a little longer. Abilities and powers that one gain couldn’t be blamed or bear sins of its wielder, it the wielder that would always carry it on with them.

In short, he was a monster.

As the tools were given towards him with a degree of frustration for god knows what, Daniel took them out of her hands and proceeded to wipe the blood off of the floors clean as if this had never happened. No one would know what happened here tonight except the two, and a pack of rats scurrying about trying to get into the body bags to get a bite out of their nightly meal. “No, I can’t. No matter how much I want to, I can’t.” Daniel replied, “I feel… that to do such a thing would be hypocritical. It is completely impossible for a good tree cannot possibly bear bad fruits as to bad trees cannot bear good fruits. Therefore, I…”

Daniel briefly paused, and shook his head. “Let’s just focus on dumping the bodies somewhere."

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