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Sin of the Brooklyn Devil	By : Grim_Reaper Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 3183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Sin of the Brooklyn Devil
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Elizabeth Thompson hated her mother. She was nothing more than another slut, getting pregnant twice and then abandoning the children she bore. Of course, she was by no means angry about the second pregnancy. Sometimes she swore Patti was the only thing keeping her alive in this twisted world. What sickened her was her wondering about whether or not they even had the same father. Did that whore even know who the father was?

Well, the point was, Liz despised her to no end.

And now she was following in her footsteps.

Indeed, it was quite possible that her mother had once trudged up these stairs behind a complete stranger, much like Liz herself was doing. He was at least a younger man. She refused to be touched by those grubby hands of middle aged perverts, no matter how much they paid her. Still, he held the same look every other bastard in that bar did--one of lust and hunger, and utter contempt for the female race. Sexist pig.

If she met him outside of the bar, perhaps he'd shoot off his so-called "manhood". Wouldn't be so sexist then, would he?

She resisted the urge to flinch as the door clicked shut. Really, Liz had only done this a few times before, and none of them were entirely pleasant. Perhaps, during the actual act, her body and the primal part of her mind enjoyed it. Afterwards, though, she was filled with such disgust for herself that she wanted to puke.

She barely had enough time to unlock the door--wouldn't want to risk rape--before the man's sultry voice called to her. Forcing down her nerves (It'sforPattiIt'sforPatti) she approached the bed. His greedy, dirty fingers were on her in an instant, stripping her bare and then grabbing and groping every inch of skin he could reach.

Dirty, dirty, dirty, she was so damn filthy.

A moan left her mouth.

Dirty. Dirty. Dirty.

She slipped quietly into the warehouse, fist clenched around a wad of cash. It was worth it, she kept telling herself. She'd be able to feed Patti something that wasn't stale and rotten. It was worth it...

She was thankful her sister was such a deep sleeper as she tried to muffled her sobs.

"I'M GARBAGE, I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE! Liz, Patti... I'm so sorry. You don't have to pity me. Don't force yourselves to live with my disgusting self."

"Aw, come on, Kid. You're a Shinigami! Who cares about those stripes?"

Patti only laughed.

His gold-eyed gaze lifted to meet Liz's blue one, hopeful tears shimmering within them. "You really think so?" He asked timidly.

"Of course! You're Death the Kid!"

He brushed his overdramatic tears away, standing up with a satisfied smile. "Thank you, Elizabeth," he sighed contently. "Now, why don't we get to school?"

When they stepped outside, it was still dark. Liz resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Kid had begun insisting upon arriving at school an hour early, meaning six in the morning. Seven was just too much of a "monstrosity" for them to "acknowledge its existence." Six may not be a symmetrical number, but it could at least be divided evenly.

OCD rich brat, she thought with just a tinge of fondness.

The walk to school was relatively uneventful. Kid only had one mental breakdown when they passed a store sign with one unlit letter. ("I must fix this abomination! If the manager won't replace the letter, I'll just have to destroy the others!") Patti successfully distracted Kid from the asymmetry of the bus by suggesting they use Beelzebub to get to school. While Liz didn't particularly enjoy flying, she decided the trip was much faster, and they should start doing so more often.

Unfortunately, they arrived at the DWMA a good half hour early. Kid took it upon himself to rearrange the seats of class Half Moon. And then class North Star. He was just finishing up with class Crescent Moon when a small cough caught his attention. Or rather, caught the attention of his weapons, as Kid had fully absorbed himself in his work.

"Good Morning, sensei," Liz greeted politely.

Patti waved and chirped, "Morning!"

"Yes, good morning to you as well," Franken Stein replied a with clear boredom. "If you two could get your meister, Shinigami-sama would like to speak with him."

It took a while, but eventually they managed to drag him away from the art of seat arrangement.

As soon as they entered the Death Room, they were greeted with an exuberant, "Heya you three!" by Shinigami-sama. He lifted a massive hand in greeting, and though there was no mouth carved in his mask, Liz could imagine he was smiling.

"Good morning, Chichi-ue," Kid greeted, bowing his head just a bit.

"Why so formal, Kiddo? Smile!" Suddenly the young Shinigami's cheeks were being stretched into an exaggerated grin by Death's block-like fingers. "You look so cute when you're happy, you know."

"Puhlees Stoh," Kid mumbled.

His dad pulled back, tipping his head in curiosity. "Didn't quite catch that, Kiddo."

"I was going to ask you to please stop," he translated, then added, "With all due respect. Now, what have you called us here for?"

A disappointed sigh came from behind the Reaper's mask. Brightening a moment later, he said, "Well, I had a mission for you. You see, a warlock has been wreaking havoc recently. Fires, Kishin eggs, some real nasty business. I need you three to exterminate him."

"A warlock?" Kid seemed intrigued. "I've never fought one of those before. Tell me, how do they differ from witches?"

"Well, you know that witches can be both male and female, right? Though sometimes males prefer the term 'wizard'. Anyway, warlocks are only male." Kid's face was blank. Giving a small cough, Shinigami-sama continued, "Like witches, they tend to specialize under a certain theme, though Warlocks tend to lean towards elements rather than animals. This one, for instance, is a fire user. But that's not all. They seem to have a certain fondness for enchanted items--potions and charms and the like. So be sure to watch out for any gaudy jewelry."

The young Reaper was silent for a moment, seeming to mull this over. When his eyes opened, he gave a curt nod. "Very well. Where is this warlock located?"

"Weeell..." Shinigami-sama held his hand up as though cupping his chin. "He's been moving all over the place, mostly in the east. According to his recent trail of destruction... I'd say he's heading for Brooklyn, New York."

Liz suddenly felt sick.
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