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Chapter Eight


The Pride 2






Nalia's Point of View.

I watched Chris leave the car, along with Walkazo and Alex. He looked back at me.

"You aren't coming to check on Stooben?"

It was accusatory.

I lightly shook my head. "I have things to do..."

He looked at me like he hadn't quite seen me before. It wasn't anger, or even outrage. It was a look of the deepest betrayal, as if I had personally put Stooben in this condition.

He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, then closed his eyes and swiftly turned, walking swiftly to the hospital doors, not taking a glance back at me. I sighed, and the limo's door shut. Skell was silent, and Junemarie just reclined in the corner. I had no idea what was going on in her head.

"Where to, Master Cynd?" the driver asked.

"The Church." I muttered.

He nodded, and we began to drive away. I watched out of the window for a while, but eventually, sleep caught up to me, and I was out before I knew it.

Later.

I got out of the limousine. Junemarie and Skell had to head elsewhere, and I walked into the sanctuary. My eyes wandered over the mourning spirits, and I walked to the back of the room, where we got into the rest of the Headquarters. The Reaper's HQ was the ruins and, of course, extensions of the ruined chapel. I lightly opened the door, revealing an elevator door and a number-based password entry terminal beside it.

I turned around, looking around the sanctuary.

One of the spirits had dressed differently today. Not in black, but in white.

The robe was different, however. White with some red designs on it, especially in the chest area. When it moved it's head up and stood from the seat in the crowd it was sitting in, however, I came to a realization. That isn't a spirit.

"Who are you?"

I walked away from the elevator, shutting the door and walking into the middle aisle of the sanctuary, watching the stranger with apprehension.

"Names aren't important when you're about to die."

It struck me.

"Are you the one who attacked Stooben!?"

"Maybe. Depends, was it some blond guy? How does he like the X on his chest?"

I hissed, and conjured Celeste.

The robed man teleported away from the seats, and to the front of the room, right in front of the doors. He removed his hood, and smirked, teeth shining in a predatory grin. He had green eyes, brown hair, and light skin.

"I wonder, Fourth Rank...will you put up more of a fight then he did?"

The spirits were getting agitated, shifting and talking amongst themselves. It was never a good sign when they did that. Never.

I looked around. Unfortunately for me, it was daytime, which meant I couldn't release Celeste and give this asshole a taste of darkness.

"I originally intended to go after Harper...but, ah, he's around too much people now, so I guess he isn't an option, is he?"

A fury like I had never felt before built up inside of me.

"Wow. You have your granddad's anger issues, don't ya?"

I winced. He was referring to Maximilian Cynd XIII- also known as "Evoltsul".

The stranger laughed, and pulled out two swords from his robe.

"Awaken, Vanitas."

Suddenly, a surge of power exploded from him, and both his weapons and their wielder were covered in a dark aura.

"I think I'll ask you again," I snarled, getting into my guarded position, "what is your name!?"

"I am Pride. Happy? You get to know my name for a few more minutes."

The name fits. This guy's really an egotistic prick.

Pride swung his sword through the air, and a slash-shaped energy wave flew at me. I split it in half with Celeste, and ran at him.

"Reaper's Art! Dark Impetus!"

Pride's eyes widened as seven perfect clones appeared around me, all running at him. The first leaped and slashed for his head, and was kicked out of the way, shortly bursting into what looked like black powder before fading into the air. The second kicked Pride in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards, while the third jumped off the second's head, kicking Pride the chin in midair, blasting him into the air.

The fourth teleported at him and punched him in the face, sending him back down while the fifth intercepted him with an upwards kick, allowing the sixth to slash him out of the air.

Pride roared, and rapidly slashed the the clones away, running for me and the seventh. Both of us stood, back to back, pointing at him, building a massive Oscura blast.

"Yamisekai no Osukura!" we said, "Dark World Oscura!"

A large, gauntleted arm made of dark energy blasted at Pride, absorbing energy from the clones in the way, and exploded, sending him flying backwards, blasting through a stained glass window and landing outside. My remaining clone closed his eyes and faded away. I walked towards Pride, who was trying to pull himself up. His robes were torn, his body was broken and bloody.

I felt no mercy.

I fully intended to kill him.

He got to his feet.

"You...!" he screamed, "You! I'll fucking kill you!"

He ran at me, and I slashed him across the chest, sending him back onto the ground. He writhed in pain, and tried to get back up.

"Any last words?"

"Yeah. Obscure, Vanitas!"

Suddenly, I couldn't see a damn thing. I heard running footsteps. He was getting away.

"Get back here! You coward!" I screamed.

I heard him laugh, and when the darkness faded, he was gone, and I was left standing in front of the misty chapel.

Dammit.

But there was something odd.

Vanitas.

Pride.

That was-

"Ruin."


Tabuu's Point of View.

Stooben was okay.

That was all I needed to know.

I stepped into his room in the hospital, and he smiled weakly at me.

"Brother..."

Tears built up in my eyes, and I ran as fast as I could for him, giving him a brotherly hug. Before I knew it, I was crying. Yeah, a grown man crying into the chest of his big brother. Stooben chuckled a bit, and patted my back.

"Don't worry...I'm in a ton of pain, but they got to me in time to save me...I'll be back up in no time."

"You idiot. Start being selfish for once! I'm trying to be worried about you, damnit!" he laughed, and after so long, so did I. It was like the old days, when we'd go walking the neighborhoods in Wikipedia, cracking lame jokes and laughing all the way. I had my big brother back, and I'd never been happier. I sat in the chair beside his bed, and Alex came in, sighing in relief and sitting beside me.

Walkazo walked inside and smacked him in the head.

"You idiot," she began, hitting him again, "I've known you for over twenty years, and you're still getting into SO- *whack* MUCH- *whack* TROUBLE!" she finished with a final blow to his head. He chuckled lightly and winced, holding the back of his head.

"Chill out, Walkazo. I'm still injured, you know. God, you're vicious when you want to be."

She rolled her eyes and sat beside Alex.

"I'm glad you guys came, really...it means a lot. Where's Nalia?"

I gulped.

"He had things to do."

"I see." Stooben frowned.

Suddenly, my phone rang, playing a certain song by The Rolling Stones.

"Really, Tabs? You know, you wouldn't be so depressed if you listened to some stuff that was a bit more...cheerful."

"Shut up."

I flipped my cell up.

Nalia Hector Cynd

"Speak of the devil," I muttered, "and he calls."

I answered the phone.

"Yo."

"Hey, Chris. I just fought the guy who went after Stooben."

"Holy shit. What happened?"

"He tried to attack me. I think he's going after the Council and it's benefactors. Here, let me talk to Stooben."

I nodded, and handed the phone to my adoptive older brother. "It's for you." I said.

Stooben listened, and nodded.

"Okay." he said.

He shut the phone, and handed it back to me.

"This is bad." he muttered.

"What? What is it?"

"The man who attacked me- Pride, he called himself- is apparently in league with an organization we don't know about. There's something about his techniques- something different then we've ever seen before. They're trying to unseal Evoltsul."

"But wait," I said, "the seal I put on him was temporary, anyways."

"If they break the seal before it expires, he'll immediately be back in his full power."

"Which means..."

"Yes. It's time to prepare for war."