Fan Fiction ❯ Half-Demon, No Mercy ❯ Demon Gang ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Wildcat_X 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.31.2005 | Updated On: 12.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 759 | Visits: 174 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.31.2005 | Updated On: 12.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 759 | Visits: 174 | Status: Completed
So, for another month, all was great. Talcan and Andrew, hanging out all the time, Talcan was even giving Andrew a little training. He didn’t have any spirit control, but he could use a training sword pretty well. Talcan fought demons, killing them like always. And now, Andrew watched, and enjoyed it.
***
Andrew had almost mastered some of the basic techniques that Talcan had taught him. And Talcan could hardly get him to leave for home half of the time. But Andrew kept training and training until Talcan figured that he, with a real sword, could beat a very weak demon.
***
Exactly one month to the day after the adoption, Talcan came upon a demon in the woods.
“Lemme guess, you‘re here for a fight,” Talcan said, facing the demon.
“That was the general idea, heh,” the demon said. He took daggers from his belt and jumped at Talcan.
Talcan evaded, and created an orb of black flames, then punched it as hard as he could (Flaming Magnum). It hit the demon, and he went crashing to the ground.
“Well, that’s…” Talcan was cut off as the demon stood up, albeit a little wobbly. “Wow, that’d kill most demons.”
“Well, I’m not ‘most demons’, now am I?” He said.
“Nope. Guess I’ll have to kick it up a notch.” Talcan said as he unsheathed his sword, cut an X on the demons chest, and struck dead center (X Strike). The demon didn’t get up this time, and fell into a pool of his own, deep crimson blood.
Talcan then heard a rustle, followed by, “You‘ll pay for that!” He looked around, but he felt no energy in the woods.
***
Talcan was walking home the next afternoon from getting groceries. Andrew had stayed behind, wanting to continue training. When Talcan arrived, Andrew wasn’t there. Talcan, figuring he was still at the training grounds, put all the groceries away. Then, he started down the path going to get Andrew for supper. When he arrived, once again, Andrew was no where in sight. He hollered Andrew’s name, searching for him, thinking he may have wandered off, or gotten bit by a snake, or… no, couldn’t be. Talcan called and searched for about half an hour. Then, in a clearing, in a place where the sun can’t shine because of the branches of the other trees, he finally found him. Andrew was lying there, bloody and battered, his training sword in shards. Talcan ran over to him, but, he was too late. Andrew, was dead.
“Noooooo!!!” Talcan screamed, so loud that birds were flying from the trees and rabbits and squirrels were running. “Thi… this ca, can‘t be, no, this is, all wrong. He never did anything, he‘s just a little kid, why would anyone, anything…” Talcan paused; remembering the empty threat of the previous day. ‘You’ll pay for that!’
***
Two hours later, Talcan was still searching the city, by cover of dark, beating every demon he found within an inch of its life. He then asked them if they knew anything about a boy that was killed and left on the scene. A no gave them death, a yes gave them life, or at least enough to give him details. After about thirty demons, all with no, Talcan was beginning to fret. There couldn’t be that many more demons in this city, could there? Finally, at the forty-fifth demon he had beaten, he got a yes. The information was that a demon henchman was hired by the leader of a gang, a gang of demons, to get Talcan, by taking out the person closest to his heart. He checked at his house, and found nothing, then, the assassin found the boy and killed him as planned.
“It was all revenge, you killed a lot of our gang over the years, all of them expendable,” The demon said, wheezing in between because of a blow to the ribs. “But then, yesterday, the demon you killed was our second-in-command. That‘s why they killed the kid, because you killed the second.” And after he finished, Talcan’s blade found a temporary home in the demon’s heart.
Talcan withdrew his sword, sheathed it, stood up and turned around. The demon had mentioned a warehouse, number eight, ironically. That was his destination. That was where vengeance would be served, for Andrew.
***
Andrew had almost mastered some of the basic techniques that Talcan had taught him. And Talcan could hardly get him to leave for home half of the time. But Andrew kept training and training until Talcan figured that he, with a real sword, could beat a very weak demon.
***
Exactly one month to the day after the adoption, Talcan came upon a demon in the woods.
“Lemme guess, you‘re here for a fight,” Talcan said, facing the demon.
“That was the general idea, heh,” the demon said. He took daggers from his belt and jumped at Talcan.
Talcan evaded, and created an orb of black flames, then punched it as hard as he could (Flaming Magnum). It hit the demon, and he went crashing to the ground.
“Well, that’s…” Talcan was cut off as the demon stood up, albeit a little wobbly. “Wow, that’d kill most demons.”
“Well, I’m not ‘most demons’, now am I?” He said.
“Nope. Guess I’ll have to kick it up a notch.” Talcan said as he unsheathed his sword, cut an X on the demons chest, and struck dead center (X Strike). The demon didn’t get up this time, and fell into a pool of his own, deep crimson blood.
Talcan then heard a rustle, followed by, “You‘ll pay for that!” He looked around, but he felt no energy in the woods.
***
Talcan was walking home the next afternoon from getting groceries. Andrew had stayed behind, wanting to continue training. When Talcan arrived, Andrew wasn’t there. Talcan, figuring he was still at the training grounds, put all the groceries away. Then, he started down the path going to get Andrew for supper. When he arrived, once again, Andrew was no where in sight. He hollered Andrew’s name, searching for him, thinking he may have wandered off, or gotten bit by a snake, or… no, couldn’t be. Talcan called and searched for about half an hour. Then, in a clearing, in a place where the sun can’t shine because of the branches of the other trees, he finally found him. Andrew was lying there, bloody and battered, his training sword in shards. Talcan ran over to him, but, he was too late. Andrew, was dead.
“Noooooo!!!” Talcan screamed, so loud that birds were flying from the trees and rabbits and squirrels were running. “Thi… this ca, can‘t be, no, this is, all wrong. He never did anything, he‘s just a little kid, why would anyone, anything…” Talcan paused; remembering the empty threat of the previous day. ‘You’ll pay for that!’
***
Two hours later, Talcan was still searching the city, by cover of dark, beating every demon he found within an inch of its life. He then asked them if they knew anything about a boy that was killed and left on the scene. A no gave them death, a yes gave them life, or at least enough to give him details. After about thirty demons, all with no, Talcan was beginning to fret. There couldn’t be that many more demons in this city, could there? Finally, at the forty-fifth demon he had beaten, he got a yes. The information was that a demon henchman was hired by the leader of a gang, a gang of demons, to get Talcan, by taking out the person closest to his heart. He checked at his house, and found nothing, then, the assassin found the boy and killed him as planned.
“It was all revenge, you killed a lot of our gang over the years, all of them expendable,” The demon said, wheezing in between because of a blow to the ribs. “But then, yesterday, the demon you killed was our second-in-command. That‘s why they killed the kid, because you killed the second.” And after he finished, Talcan’s blade found a temporary home in the demon’s heart.
Talcan withdrew his sword, sheathed it, stood up and turned around. The demon had mentioned a warehouse, number eight, ironically. That was his destination. That was where vengeance would be served, for Andrew.