Mystrez's Silent Killer - The Akaku's Challenge

Just so you know... This is a one-shot fight between two of my characters, Pedro Perez and Romin Arekustsu, both in my sig. You can comment when you wish since this is the whole story. Enjoy...
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Mystrez’s Silent Killer

One night and an entire city’s population has been killed. Mystrez, the small boating town near the famous Prison of Mystrez, which was mysteriously destroyed a few months ago, was left intact, but its citizens are now dead. Not one person survived the incident. The only clue left was this mark in the middle of the town plaza.

A picture showed a sun with blades coming out of it like spikes. In the middle was a stalactite which was the source of the cracks that reached the blades.

Each person suffered a sword wound. This militia group was cut in numerous places.

A picture showed a group of dead men lying as if they had once been part of a defensive wall strategy. There was grass and small pieces of wood around them, almost as if the place was a grave that was missing the dirt.

Groups of officials are investigating the deaths and patrolling the area for the murderer.

That’s one weird way to open the first newspaper this city’s ever published, thought the young boy, Telling this story, though, will give them publicity.

He tossed the paper onto the table of the ruined bar and walked out into the light. Dead bodies lay everywhere, all suffering sword wounds. He walked towards the boats and took one out to the lake. Pedro wanted to take another look at the Prison of Mystrez. He had fought that mysterious man there with a dragon and a lady, but the three left before anything really happened. The boy now had his mind occupied on who the killer was.

The wanderer pulled the boat up onto the shore and walked up the hill towards the prison. He saw the marble ruins of the building, the way he had left them yesterday. His clothes were soaked with blood from the other day, but his wounds had pretty much healed. He went through every section that he thought was a prison cell, but found nothing but rubble from the spots he had crashed into. Pedro was disappointed. After all that, there wasn’t even a lead. Defeated, the boy went back to the boat and prepared to leave, but he decided to take a trip around the island in honor of the ferry man who was apparently the first to die.

The boy encountered a strange hole on the other side of the island. It touched the lake and took water into its dark shelter. Pedro only smiled at this and maneuvered the ship over into that hole. Unfortunately, the water became rougher as the trip down the hole progressed. The calm water became angry, small bumps became high speed rapids, and jumps became leaps. The end came soon as he heard the sound of water dropping from a high level, a waterfall. Pedro held onto the boat as it fell down.

He awoke at the shore of a small pond. The boat had been destroyed and there seemed to be no way out. Pedro dusted himself off and decided to look around. The light came from the lake, but he didn’t know how it was possible. It was a calm blue light that lightly stepped around the area. The wanderer looked at every detail, from stalactite to stalagmite and he saw a sign. It was the picture of a sun with blades that came out like rays. A stalactite pierced it in the center and cracks ran to each blade. This is the same symbol as the one in Mystrez’s plaza! There was a minor difference between the two; a splotch of blood was on the symbol and it looked a little old. He touched it, feeling it crack like it would on a healing wound. Could it be-

A rock fell into the lake from a high distance. The boy looked up to see a figure at the top of the waterfall he had fallen off of. In a flash, it stood next to the boy. It was a man with platinum hair that stopped at his shoulders. He wore a sleeveless black vest and some black pants. The two were connected by a white sash which held two sheathed blades, the left with blue cloth and the right with red. The man had his eyes closed and his face showed a bright smile that didn’t give any good thoughts to Pedro.

The man unsheathed the red clothed sword, revealing a guard in the shape of a sun. The smile did not fade, but his eyes opened. The man’s red eyes intensified that bad feeling Pedro had. The boy jumped back and unsheathed his chipped blade from the leather sheath. The man quickly eyed the blade and charged him. The boy was barely able to block the initial attack, but he could not stop himself from being pushed back. The man rushed him, seeing the opening the boy had. Pedro jumped to the left as the man missed. However, this man took his left blade, still sheathed, and thrusted it into the boy’s stomach. Pedro flew to the wall, coughing up blood, and then fell to the ground. He struggled to get up.

“Who are you?” the boy yelled.

It fell on deaf ears. The man rushed him. The boy dodged to his right. The man jumped off the wall and flew towards him. Pedro brought up his blade to block the blade, but the blade with the blue cloth made contact with his left arm. Pedro fell to the ground and cried out in pain as he felt the blood ooze out of the gash in his left arm. The sword’s red hilt was covered in it now. The boy forced himself up, the blade now in his right arm, his eyes glowed a fierce bright red. The man eyed him with interest as Pedro charged him. However, the outcome was not what the man expected. His right arm suffered an injury similar to Pedro’s, but he remained standing, although the red clothed blade was now on the ground. Pedro’s eyes faded to the brown color they usually held and he took his left arm in pain.

The man pointed his blue clothed blade to his wound.

Sniper – Igaku

The boy eyed the man carefully. Did he say that? His attention was now taken by the man’s wound. The skin was slowly growing over the wound, the blood ceased flowing out of the wound. In only a minute, the only significant amount of damage Pedro ever dealt, even though he had no control over it, had vanished. The man smiled and bent over to pick up his other blade.

“You can heal?” Pedro asked.

The man nodded.

“Well then-“ Pedro responded.

His right arm held out his blade, pointed at the man, who readied for a defensive strike. Pedro directed his energy to the blade he wielded and pointed it at himself. In a single second, he let it explode out of the blade.

“Copycat!” Pedro shouted.

The man’s expression changed to shock immediately.

“Sniper – Igaku!”

The blade soon adapted the look of the blue clothed one the man held in his left arm. Pedro’s wound began healing at a faster rate than this man’s. In half a minute, the wound was sealed and the blade regained its broken form. The man was still shocked.

There’s only one blade that possesses such a power and I can’t believe this boy has it.

“Did you say something?” Pedro asked, only catching the last part that mentioned him.

What? He can hear my thoughts?

“Your thoughts!” Pedro exclaimed in amazement.

I can only establish a telepathic link with one person and she’s- I should’ve known! The slut!

“What? What are you talking about?!”

No wonder your eyes were red that one time. You have her blood! The blood of that Akaku slut, fresh and free from age!

“You mean, as in my mother?”

Your mother? That’s how fresh it must be! That woman was a soldier of the Akaku race and one of the best, but I knew all along she was a slut! She would leave for various periods of time. She must’ve slept with some other race!

“Stop insulting her!”

Then kill me with your Akaku blood, boy.

“But… I can’t.”

The boy’s eyes looked at the ground.

“I can’t kill someone without reason. An insult can’t do. My conscience will not allow it and for that I’m happy that I can’t kill on a whim.”

That’s familiar-and annoying! That weak reasoning belongs to the Divi!

“Gods?” Pedro asked, remembering his Latin.

You can call them that, but I call them cowards. They had to trick me to imprison me here. For killing a few extra thousand people? Come on! If I had killed a million extra then they can imprison me up front and with challenge. The Divi blood must go through you also which means that Akaku slut must’ve slept with a Divi coward and created you! Then how come you’re here, in this time. Your getup seems different from the people in that town I finished obliterating.

“It was you!”

So what if it was me? I needed exercise with my blade. I’ve been sitting for years in that crystal. They were the right warm up and you’re just a gnat. So, boy… Can you kill me or will you let your Divi blood keep you from killing me.

The man dashed forward, but everything stopped for the young wanderer. He faced the murderer of an entire town. He had experience that the boy lacked. He faced someone seasoned with blood. Pedro knew it. He had no chance. They died because of him. He’s insulted my parents, at least from what he’s described. He’s willing to kill more people. I can’t let him kill. I can’t let their deaths go be unpunished. I can’t let him keep this insult. I can’t let him kill me. I can’t let him win!

The man’s blade was blocked by the boy’s chipped blade. The man gave a puzzled look and jumped back. The boy’s eyes were red once again.

“Kai Reikatsu!”

The chipped blade faded out of view. The man looked puzzled, but soon gained a sense of surprise when some dark figure was gathering at where the chipped blade once was. Soon, a flash followed, blinding the man. When it subsided, the red hilt was covered by a cloth of black and white. The guard was curved at the hilt and curved outward up to two points, then curved down a bit, shot straight up a bit to another two points, and then curved down at a low slope. In the guard was embedded a shape similar to an upside down L, but it had a curve at the top. The blade was as long as the man’s red clothed blade and it was repaired. The man looked at the blade carefully and smirked.

The blade of the Umbrae, Reikatsu. The Divi were notorious for their spell casting and intelligence for cracking codes. This boy’s Divi blood must have helped him find out how to break its illusionist form. Impressive.

The boy admired the blade for a minute and then turned to attack.

I won’t hold back as much kid! A proud Akaku will never let a Divi kill him!

Pedro rushed him, his consciousness pushed back to allow for this fight. The man blocked the attack with his blue clothed sword and tried to strike with his red clothed blade. Instantly, Pedro pushed off the first blade and blocked the second and then side stepped to deliver a glancing blow at the Akaku’s left arm. Pedro didn’t stop there. He jumped back and then lunged forward to disable the murderer’s right arm, but missed as the man vanished.

The boy looked around, the red eyes filled with righteous anger rather than blood. The man erupted from the waterfall at full speed, his left arm healed. He swung his two blades around furiously and Pedro didn’t catch much after that. The man had reached the other side quickly and smirked again.

Flurry, the man thought as he sheathed his two blades.

Everything in his path was suddenly cut into pieces, including the waterfall and the rocks. Pedro stood in shock as cuts opened everywhere on him and sprayed a small amount of blood. He fell to the ground, still in shock from the pain. The man turned around.

Is that all you have to offer? You’ve brought out Reikatsu and you can’t use it? Seems the slut didn’t count on this meeting. Neither did I. Oh well, looks like I’ll have to kill him. Boring child.

Pedro lay on the ground, pain surging through him. The man neared him, both blades in the air, a frown on his face. There has to be something I can do! The mysterious wanderer rose from the ground slowly. The man stopped moving. The boy’s blade started shining red. He, himself, began to glow white. The boy’s left hand held the blade Reikatsu while another image began to arise from the two glowing lights. It was another blade with a guard shaped like a dragon. It was a pure snow white dragon with a hilt made of scales of the same color. Below the dragon’s eye was the same sign as on Reikatsu, but it was right-side up and had only a black outline.

“Draco Divi!” Pedro shouted, grasping the new blade with his right hand.

What?! A dragon for the Divi! … I see now. Your Akaku blood, your Divi blood, and Reikatsu’s power must have done this. An Akaku praises the Red Dragon of War. A Divi can summon a familiar. The Umbra specialized in making weapons. Your Divi blood summoned a dragon, which was imaged from the Akaku blood in you, on the side of the Divi, but it was too powerful to release in full. Instead of summoning it outright, Reikatsu forged its power into a blade. So, the Draco Divi? This is going to be fun!

The boy readied himself for another attack. The man pointed his two blades away from him.

Flurry.

He charged the boy at high speed as he swung his blades around furiously. Pedro, in turn, charged at him. Their blades collided and their red eyes met. Pedro pushed back and attacked with Reikatsu. The man blocked it with his blue blade, but found he needed to use his red blade as well to keep it away. Pedro saw this opening and swung with his new blade. It didn’t create a gash or cut, but passed right through the murderer. The man fell down and clutched the side Pedro slashed.
Why can I feel pain? The blade went through without leaking blood or cutting skin, so why this pain?

Pedro rushed him, gaining contact with Reikatsu on the spot the boy struck earlier with the dragon blade. This time, the man opened his mouth to yell, but no sound came out. He took his red clothed blade and tossed it at a column nearby. Rocks started to fall, symbolizing the collapse of the cave. The man vanished, leaving the boy all alone. However, Pedro collapse onto the ground, the two blades falling next to him. In time, he vanished as well, along with the two blades.

The man looked at the sun at the port of Mystrez. Next to him was the unconscious boy he had fought against. He didn’t know how the boy got there, but he didn’t care.

Take care kid. Next time I want to see you, I’ll kill you for sure. It just ain’t fun to kill an unconscious weakling. Severing telepathic connection.

The man walked into the woods, leaving the boy to rest, his chipped blade sheathed on his belt. Another day, another mystery, another chance to live. Their “rivalry” had only just begun.