Memento Mori Chronicles
The Kid with the Devil Mark
He could feel the rain droplets fall down on his face slowly. It was wet and cold, and yet he didn’t mind it, he just laid there on the floor; allowing the rain to fall down on him and take over. His messy black hair had been stained by the mud below him, if only he had been thrown in a better place he would’ve been able to at least come out with his clothes intact.
It was at this time that he noticed the absence of the rain drops and was forced to open his eyes. There was a pink colored umbrella towering over him along with a smiling girl, her short blond color hair combed to the sides to allow her warm smile to be seen by him. “You know, you shouldn’t be lying around on the floor like this during mid winter,”she giggled.
He noticed that she was dressed in a pink colored stuffed jacket along with some fur around the neck of it. He looked up at her, his black eyes never leaving hers as he sat up and groaned. “Very funny…guess you must’ve had a laugh, considering how I was thrown like an useless puppy back then.”
“Well you were making a lot of ruckus in that restaurant.” The girl gave him another smile, he was beginning to get annoyed by it though, a smile; it was the most uncertain and selfish expression that he could think of.
“Yeah, but those other people didn’t have to cheer that bastard on when he threw me here,” he groaned and stood up slowly; the feeling of mud now running down his legs. “Just cause I didn’t have any money to pay for the food I was thrown out into this stupid alley.
He noticed that the girl was still grinning at him, only to notice the handkerchief that she was carrying on her hand. “What is it?” he deadpanned.
“Your face is covered in mud,” she laughed gently, causing him to blush in embarrassment before swiping his hand around so as to grab the handkerchief. The girl’s eyes fell over his left hand, there was a black colored tattoo on it and it had the form of a dragon-like creature with a pair of horn on top of its head, it also have the number 4 in the middle of the creature’s open mouth.
“Why are you helping me anyway?” he asked, his tone of voice becoming more bothered now. “Or did you just want to be nice?”
“What’s wrong with having that as a reason,” the girl laughed and turned around, taking the umbrella along with her. “I just felt bad after I saw the way those people were treating you.” He didn’t answer this time, instead opting for looking to the other side of the alley. There were two guys waiting for her there, their faces falling over him as if he was a monster or some kind, they were probably worried about her friend’s safety after the problem that he had caused before.
“By the way, that tattoo looks really neat,” she winked at him. “It gives you a bad boy vibe, I like it.” The only thing he saw after that was a simple wave as she walked off.
“I bet you would,” He muttered, his words falling on deaf ears.
The young man was sitting down quietly on the floor, the sound of passing cars could be heard from above the bridge. “Roark.” He heard a low growl and immediately turned to look at the Zoroark that had been asking for him, it seemed to be worried about its master since its eyes had widened. “I’m okay Zoroark, just thinking.”
He looked up once more before taking out another pokeball and beginning to juggle it. “I was just wondering about it again…a human soul it’s a curious thing,” he muttered.
“Even you are getting curious aren’t you Jabber?” the young man, known as Jabber turned to the other side. He was able to see a large shadow spin around before showing itself to be a Banette; its eyes falling down on Zoroark and Jabber as it floated to the left side of its master’s shoulders.
There was a man standing in front of him now, he seemed to be in his mid forties and had a short black colored beard that matched with his low cut black hair. Jabber actually felt shocked and worried as he saw this man, as if he had just been caught doing something bad by a police man.
“Don’t worry young man, I am just trying to see how you are doing.” The man spoke with a calm and rough tone. Upon closer look Jabber was able to notice the wooden cane that he was carrying and was also able to see the man’s clothes. Unlike his worn down rags the man was wearing a fine tailored black suit that seemed to be nothing short of perfection, he was also wearing a black colored tie over a white button shirt which was in turn under the suit.
Jabber looked towards the man’s loose left hand, a similar tattoo was printed on the man’s hand, except that the dragon seemed to be thinner and have some wolf aspects; unlike Jabber’s mark it also seemed to have ram horns and the number 1 in the middle of the dragon’s open mouth.
“What’s a man of your caliber visiting a bum like me for?” Jabber spat out, clear disgust could be felt from his words.
“I figured that you might need some support since you just joined Memento Mori a few months ago,” the man laughed before he and his Banette walked closer to Jabber. “What is it that has you so worried?”
“Well…I think I might’ve found something interesting,” Jabber smirked as he looked up at the man then at Zoroark. “I actually found a soul that’s worth something is this world.”
“Really…you?” the man smirked. “Then what are you gonna do about it my friend?” he asked, his eyes falling down on the his young comrade now.
“I was thinking…that I wanna shatter that soul to pieces.” His eyes became solemn and stared into the distance as he lifted his body from the floor; passing his hands through his hair as he did so. “Time to go to work.”
“Hey Millie next time can you not take so long when you’re trying to do charity work.” Millie was walking alongside her two friends, two male teenagers that seemed to be around their late teens. One of them had short red colored hair and green colored eyes while the other one had long violet colored hair and blue eyes. She smiled and looked at the two of them apologetically.
After she had helped Jabber the three of them decided to eat in a different restaurant, since Jabber’s outburst had ruin the mood. “But seriously what was that guy thinking, no money means no food and he wasn’t even properly cleaned.” The red hair teenager pointed out
“Well he might have a shirt and shoes but he still wouldn’t get service anywhere,” the violet haired one laughed before he turned to Millie. “You didn’t have to help him though, what if he had attacked you or something.”
“You worry too much Clint,” Millie shook his head. “He was pretty nice, he didn’t deserve to be treated like that though.”
“Why not?” Clint asked with a raised eyebrow. “A guy like that deserves it, he just barges in and ruins everyone’s meal when he could’ve easily gone somewhere else,” he scoffed.
Suddenly he felt something soft fall on top of his face, he rubbed his finger against his cheek and noticed that it was a white powder-like substance. “Is it snowing now?” he and his two friends raised their heads as they saw more spores beginning to fall down from the sky. “What’s going…” he could feel his body getting weaker and his mind clouding more, as if he was being forced into a deep slumber.
He was right though, and soon the three of them proceeded to fall to the floor.
Millie opened her eyes slowly, her head was still feeling heavy and she couldn’t even move her body properly. “What happened to me?” she asked slowly, only to notice that she was sitting under a bridge now. “Where am I?” shock and confusion passed over her face as she started to move her head around to search her surroundings.
Suddenly a look of horror crossed her face. In front of her were both Clint and Julius their bodies lying beat up on the floor. But what grabbed her attention more was the blood under the two of them. She tried to move, to get up and run before something happened to her; but her body wouldn’t budge a single bit.
“Zor…”she looked on once more, this time coming face to face with a Zoroark standing in the shadows of the night, its claws and snout covered in blood.
“What’s going on?” Millie’s voice was beginning to break as she cowered back on the wall behind her. She still couldn’t move properly and the sight of the Zoroark’s menacing eyes falling over here were starting to create a realization in her, the realization of her imminent doom.
“Are you scared?” she heard a voice coming from inside the shadow, only to see a figure slowly walk out along with Zoroark. “It’s okay now,” she gasped as she saw the same boy from the alley staring down at her, a wicked grin on his face. “Sorry for the scare but…your friends were being annoying.
“Why are you doing this?” Millie’s lips quivered in fear, her eyes getting wider when she saw Jabber walk closer to it. She tried to move her body, her mind racing frantically as she saw him kneel down.
“Well.” He stretched his hand out to her and caressed her right cheek. His hand slid down onto her blouse slowly before it slide a button off; causing Millie to quiver once more. “You said you liked bad boys right? Then why I don’t show you,” he whispered into her ear slowly.
A grin crossed his face as he felt her body stop moving, as if she was accepting what was coming. “Hmp.”
The moon shown down onto the city, the light of it enough to clear the darkness that had now fallen down onto the city and the people. Jabber stared at the large moon, his eyes seeming mesmerized as he rubbed his left hand with his right.
“You seem to be in a trance today.” He turned his head around and turned to look at the same man from the afternoon; though he seemed to be smirking now. “You just couldn’t keep your hands off that girl. Did you kill her?”
“Nah,” Jabber shook his head, his eyes staring at the water in boredom. “She did help me out.” He pointed out before slowly taking a handkerchief from his pocket. “This handkerchief…her soul weights as much as a mere handkerchief.”
His hand began to softly let go of the object, letting it slowly move around with the breeze before it was blown into the air by the strong current. “Her soul and life wavers around with the wind, never truly deciding what to do for herself.”
“So you did kill her?”
“No,” Jabber shook his head. “But I did leave her in a state that wavers…if she wakes up or not will depend on the wind.”
“I guess you really are Memento Mori material,” the man chuckled.
“Of course,” Jabber smiled and raised his hand. “Cause no one knows hardship as much as I do.”