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The door was blown open. Desmond charged through the smoke clutching tightly to Soul. "Hey, what's going on here?" a voice called out. Desmond was able to make out five groggy figures through the smoke. She went for the closest one. She spun around and knocked him down with the blunt end of the blade. "One," she muttered as he fell to the floor. As she went for the next one, he became engulfed in a black ooze. "Stick to the plan, Desmond," Jovanna ordered as she took out the next man. Vic attacked the third. "We'll take care of these goons, you're main objective is to get back Maka and Rain!"
Desmond swallowed hard and nodded. "Right!" She charged off further into the corridor. "Where are you even going?" Soul asked. "Do you know where they're being held?" Desmond stopped in her tracks and took a deep breath in. "I have a hunch. I think I can sense them this way. Its just..."
"Whether its them or not, its a start. Get moving!" Soul encouraged her.
Desmond exhaled sharply. "Right." She began running once more in the direction she believed Maka and Rain were.
/
Desmond perked her head up. "Rain," she said softly.
"Yeah, I feel it too." The two exchanged a hopeful look. "Its them," Maka whispered.
Rain smiled at Maka. Then there was an explosion. It resonated through the whole building. "Soul was never subtle," Maka stated flatly.
"Neither was Dez," Rain returned. As the two chuckled softly with each other, Maka realized something. "Its not just Desmond and Soul. There are two other people with them..." Maka gasped, "Oh no. This isn't good."
"What's the matter? What's not good?" Rain asked worriedly.
"The two people that are with them... One of them, I'm certain is a witch, but the other... I mean its impossible isn't it?" Maka asked.
"What's impossible? Maka you need to tell me something so I can help. Who's soul are you sensing?"
"Vic," Maka mouthed.
Rain's eyes grew wide, then he lowered his head. "Why would she go to him for help in a situation like this? Why would he go with her? Damn it. Damn it all. When I get out of here... I'm... I'm gonna..."
Maka leaned into the older weapon nervously. "Rain, whats the matter?"
"I'm going to kill those basters for putting a defenseless family through all this!" he screamed.
Maka nudged him. "Are you crazy? Keep your voice down when saying things like that. Do you want them to kill you? They'll do it, they don't have any need for us now that they're here," Maka whispered harshly.
Rain lowered his head again. She was right and he knew it. He needed to keep control of his emotions until Desmond and Soul got to them. Then he could take his revenge on those bastards. Not only for what they did to the Flint family, but for involving innocent people, for kidnapping him and Maka, for forcing Soul into this situation, for making Jovanna get involved. Rain glared at the floor in front of him. They're all dead, he thought.
/
As Desmond ran down the halls she could feel her heart pounding. Not only from the running, but from her anxiety. What if they're not okay? she thought.
"Don't even think like that," Soul scolded. Then he snickered. "Don't forget, when we're linked, I can hear your thoughts. Don't think about what might happen up ahead. Worry about the hall you're running down. And didn't I tell you to forget about the 'what ifs' and relax? You're going to get yourself worked up again like you were last night, and we don't have time for you to take a nap to calm down."
"Oh, shut it you albino scything thing," Desmond snapped.
"Really? That's the best you can do?"
Desmond froze and looked around the hall. "What's wrong?" Soul asked. "Do you sense someone?"
"Yeah, they're getting close," Desmond whispered.
A pressurized blow came down the corridor quickly. Desmond jumped into the air and flipped over it to dodge it. She landed safely on the ground and looked down the corridor to find who the attack came from. From the darkness, a young man stepped forward. A chill ran down Desmond's spine and her stance changed slightly. Soul couldn't tell if she was changing in preparation for an attack, or if she was going on the defense. Please be preparing for attack, Soul thought.
Desmond couldn't believe who was standing before her. What the hell, she thought. Why does this keep happening? It can't be.
"So I think its quite safe to assume that you're Flint and we got the wrong girl?" the man asked.
Desmond took a deep breath in, then smiled. "So what if I am? Its not like you can do anything about it now. You were all as good as dead the moment you laid a hand on them," Desmond said narrowing her eyes and changing her stance. Now Soul became confident again. Whatever demons she had in her mind and whatever baggage she was holding disappeared within seconds.
The young man laughed. "I haven't done anything wrong Ms. Flint. I am not on Shinigami's list. If you killed me now, it would turn your weapon down the path of a kishin, and I know a good Shibusen student wouldn't want to do that, now would you?"
"What are you getting at?" Desmond barked impatiently.
"I'm saying, if you can knock me to the ground, I will let you pass, and neither of us will ever have to see the other again. But here's the catch, no weapons," he emptied his pockets of projectiles and other weapons and waited for Desmond to put Soul down.
"Don't do it Desmond. He just wants to be able to grab you too. How do you know he's not more skilled than you are?" Soul said worriedly.
"How do we know that he's not more skilled than we would be if we were fighting with weapons? Face it Soul, every fight is a gamble whether you're fighting with weapons or fists. And incase you don't remember, hand to hand combat is what I excelled at before I met Rain," Desmond smirked as she rested Soul against the wall. The weapon remained silent as Desmond walked back to the center of the hallway and took her fighting stance. Soul transformed back into his human form, just incase something were to go wrong and she needed immediate assistance. Her opponent took his ready stance as well, then he lunged towards her. Desmond dodged right and left, then threw a right hook. She made solid contact with his left jaw bone. After stumbling backwards slightly, he looked back up and spit some blood out of his mouth. Desmond stood in her stance, ready to attack again when she said, "This is hardly fair. You know who your opponent is, but I don't know who you are."
He laughed. "Everyone here calls me Hex."
Desmond smiled. "Ready to give up, Hex?"
Instead of answering, he went to attack her again. Desmond didn't bother to dodge him. "Learn from your..." she mumbled as she prepared to punch him. "Mistakes!" she yelled as she attack with a swift uppercut to the chin. As Hex stumbled back again, Desmond took her opportunity and charged at him. With a right round house kick, Hex was on the ground. Desmond placed a foot on his chest and leered down at him. "I believe I won," she growled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some friends to save." She took her foot off of him and walked back over to Soul, who silently transformed back into his scythe mode. The two continued down the hallway, without saying a word so Desmond could focus on where Maka and Rain were.
After running down more and more corridors, Desmond stopped at a set of two large wooden doors. They were old and the metal that was bound to them was rusted and falling off in parts. The door frame and the wall surrounding the door were made of concrete.
"Why did you transform?" Desmond asked suddenly.
Soul was quiet for a moment, then answered her. "If something were to happen to you back there, we'd all be screwed. Are they in there?" Soul asked changing the subject quickly.
"M-hm," Desmond nodded. "Are you ready?" she asked.
"Do you really need to ask?" Soul responded. Desmond smiled. She practically knew that she didn't need to ask, she already knew that he was ready. It was more of a question for herself. Desmond took a deep breath in and closed her eyes.
The group of four stood outside of the building. Soul and Desmond were ready to barge in and start the plan when Vic stopped them.
"Hold on a second. I have one last thing for you both before we continue with this," he told them placing a hand on Desmond's shoulder.
The two students turned around to face him eagerly. Vic placed his free hand on one of Soul's shoulders and bent his head forward. "No matter what happens, whether you find them quickly or it takes hours. Whether you have to fight alone, or together, or if you even have to fight after you rescue them. Until you're able to fight with your original partner, you're all each other has." He looked to Soul. "She is your meister until you find Maka," then he looked to Soul, "and he is your weapon until Rain is safely back in your hands. You're both extremely talented, don't throw it all away by assuming the other one will pick up the slack. Soul, when Desmond starts to worry about what will happen next, help her relax. And Desmond, don't worry about what will happen next. Fight in the moment." He released their shoulders and stood up tall. "Take care of each other and relax. Everything will work out, I promise," Vic said.
The students nodded in agreement once he was finished...
Desmond exhaled sharply and opened her eyes. "Lets go."
/
Maka looked around the room. Then to Rain. "They're close. I think they're outside the door," she whispered. Rain looked at her hopefully. "Really?" he asked. "Thank Shinigami she's safe, that they're safe." Maka nodded in agreement. "I was starting to get really nervous that something was wrong when they weren't getting any closer," Maka said relieved.
There was an explosion from the door way.
The men in the room that were responsible for watching Maka and Rain directed their attention to the door. The two unfortunate enough to be right near it were knocked unconscious during the explosion. The old man that originally called the order to kidnap Maka and Rain stepped forward towards the could of dust and gravel that resulted from the explosion. The silhouette of a figure appeared int he cloud of dust. "Who's there?" he called. When he didn't get an answer, he asked again. "Who's there?"
"Its only me," a voice called. As the figure emerged, Maka and Rain's faces light up. "Remember me?" Desmond asked smirking, gripping Soul tightly. This time, she was going to be in control.
Hello, hello
Remember me?
I'm everything you can't control
Somewhere beyond the pain there must be away
To believe we can break through!
I'm so sorry it took so long to update! I knew where I wanted to go with this, I just didn't know how to get there!
Randomly short and awkward fight scene is randomly short and awkward. This chapter is slightly longer than the rest of them because while I was writing, the end of it became easier to write (I have a lot of problems writing fight scenes as you guys could probably already tell). But now I'm about to fall asleep so I'll leave you with this: This has been a goal of mine, and basically every month, I've come so close, but I never actually got it. I want at least 1,000 story views in one month. Every other month was like 900 something or high 800s. LETS BREAK 1,000!