Enter the alternate universe, in the infinity of the multiverse, where...
...One Dead End was not really a dead end, but the beginning of a grand, new adventure!
ZELRETCH HERO PROJECT
Chapter 1
Part 1
Part 2
Notes: For Froggie. Also, Mereo, I think I'm doing this wrong. Please halp!
Anyway, this is just the first scene. I kinda made it unfunny on accident! Halp, Mereo-sensei!
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I know pain as well as I would know any of my family members. No, that statement isn’t entirely correct. Let me rephrase it. I know pain better than I would know any of my family members. Pain is a close friend, a hated foe, and an ever present rival but…
…Father used to say… what was it that Father used to say about pain and being a magus? I can’t seem to remember it anymore. Everything is far too distant, too foggy, for me to pull out of my consciousness…
…Ah, what am I doing?!
I snap out of it.
This is no time to fall into a trance of nostalgic reverie. The stormy visage of my ultimate foe pierced the veil of darkness, staring at me through a wall of blackness. The abyss of shadow stared at me and I stared back at it unblinkingly, resolute. Or am I in the abyss, staring out at the King of Heroes, trying to pull him towards me?
That’s right—
—I am about to die. I am about to die. If I’m going to die either way, I can’t let him escape. I won’t let him escape!
He must have said something, shouted some kind of epithet, but I can no longer think. The howling of the world and all its hunger, rage, and sorrow swirls around me. My mind is focused on the task at hand. There is only one route.
I wrap this unbreakable chain around my arm. Its heated, yet cold surface no longer has any effect on me. My skin cannot feel it anymore. My mind cannot feel it anymore.
My adversary is growling something now. His head, half submerged in darkness; I can still see his angry, red eyes, glaring at me for all his hatred.
…heh.
I grab onto the chains so that it won’t let me go.
“No way! Don’t come out into this world again…!”
It is nigh impossible to resist.
So I don’t.
I don’t resist the pull; I throw myself into the void.
He calls me insane. He calls me a fool. But who is he, but someone who follows an insane fool into the abyss?
The blood red walls, or whatever they are, melt into blackness. I cannot see clearly now; everything everywhere is a blur, a flash. There must be something wrong with my eyes. Nothing makes sense…
I roll down…
…I am melting. My body melts away into this sea of crawling chaos. I am falling, for an eternity. Then, I can no longer feel the fall anymore, because I am in an eternal darkness. I am the eternal darkness.
The howls, the sounds, they overwhelm my mind.
They assault me from all sides. Not just the mind, nothing so simple. A black mud… it melts my skin, shaves my flesh, and removes my bones. I am but one in the infinite voices crying out, for this…
This…
The body is gone. The soul that was once me, is…
Am I still falling? I am staring to feel like I am going up…
I am swallowed by a black sun, into that abyss…
…Oof!
“Ow…” I rub my head. My head? My fingers, those rough, worn, human fingers run against my head.
The sounds are the first to enter my perception. From all sides, I hear the sounds of the city. I hear the blaringly loud artificial sounds of a city, like the sounds of modern automobiles honking and revving. The thousand sounds of human voices attack my eardrums like a thousand needles, each with their distinct flavor, some deep, some high, some powerful, and others soft. Then there come the sounds of vibrations and clashes, the sounds of modern machinery. I recognize many of them. I hear washing machines churning away, I hear watches beeping in alarm, and I hear fans whirling away.
Yet I also hear many sounds I have never heard before in my life, soft and loud sounds of gadgets I have never thought existed. My mind automatically tries to analyze them, but they are so complex… so far beyond me.
I feel a soft wind blowing against my face. This is a cool breeze, one that comes only during the night. Wasn’t I melting just moments ago? I wonder what happened. The feeling of my nerves, somehow fresh and new, sends a bolt of electricity through me. I can feel my body.
I…
I can feel the cool heat of the moonlight on my eyelids. It was difficult to comprehend that I was dying, a moment before. Was it really moments? I fell for so long… what happened?
I test my feet slowly. They are steady, and I can feel the full force of gravity upon my being. I have never been so thankful to be anchored to the ground…
“Mm…”
Next, my sense of taste comes to me like a blast of fire in my mouth. I taste a tang of iron throughout my mouth, the familiar taste of blood and bile. Through all my battles and all the different conflicts that I had faced, the taste of my life blood has come to be a close companion.
Finally, I opened my eyes.
I am shocked.
What is going on here…?! This is the city!
I see the flash of a hundred different iridescent colors; pinks, yellows, greens and blues mixing at a speed that left them blurs, like beams of light flashing all around me. Cars drive pass without a second notice, and everything seems so…
…different.
Is this what the Grail produced? Or…?
I’m not the kind of guy who has who will just lie down, especially now. Whatever happened has already happened. I am not the kind of guy who would just take this sitting down. I have to find Gilgamesh. If I… survived… somehow, then he must have too. It would be too preposterous for a human to survive something that a Servant cannot…!
This feeling is strange. The feeling of not falling is strange. And so is the feeling of having bones, flesh and skin. This is the feeling of being whole and alive.
I look down at my hands, finding it strange that I am so… whole. These hands hold nothing, but I can feel blood and steel within them. I can feel…
An impossibly loud explosion splits my thoughts. I hear metal rending and glass shattering. I hear shrieks of fear. Fear… how is it that I am able to sense so clearly the negative emotions of humanity? I seem so familiar with these… I feel like I can touch the violence in the air.
Without a second thought, I dash out of the darkness and into the city lights. Out of the alley, I see the city in a clearer light. It is even stranger, more different than I thought. But all the differences are at the back of my mind. There is only the need of the fearful at the forefront of my thoughts. Someone is in need of aide, and someone is causing others pain.
The scene of the crime wasn’t far. It was only a few blocks away. I ran there, not pausing and never regretting. This is no time to think of my own predicament, not when I see so clearly in the night sky, the plumes of black smoke accompanied by a great ember.
A wreckage of destroyed cars, many models I have never seen before, crackles around me. Flames, byproducts of crushed metal and exploding engines, roar to life all around me. There is an armor vehicle at the center of it all, untouched by the utter scene of destruction. It sits pristine surrounded by fire. I stop only a few meters away, panting. I did not need to pant; I was not even short of breath. This heavy breathing makes me think that my body has been altered, but I have no time to think upon such things.
I don’t feel anything for the flames. I am made of swords…
My eyebrows furrow in that minute confusion, before I shake my thoughts away. There are people in need.
There is a large banking facility before me with its entrance blocked by the massive armored van. The van sports a double-barrel cannon that I have never seen before on top. It is most likely what destroyed the cars? Why?
…I don’t understand.
These are not magi in a war. These… these are normal humans. Regular people, why do they do this?
There are more of them inside the bank; I hear at least three of them. They threaten and shout, fear and anxiety are present in their quivering voices as well as the will to do violence. I…
My legs take me to the tall marble steps of the bank without my control. There are people within who must be saved. There are always people in need.
Why do I regret anything? There is nothing to regret.
With my will firm, I step up and into the bank. I do not stomp in, but I do not hide myself either. I want to see these men for myself, though every fraction of a second that I hear the whimpering of children and women, an inner fire rages for release.
I pushed open the great, gilded doors of the bank, seeing a polished, wooden interior. Three men in black ski masks snapped their sights towards me as my heels clicked on the marble floors.
One of them smirks, on the verge of full blown laughter, as he turns towards me.
Ah.
I look down at myself. While skin is fresh and whole, and I am no longer covered in black mud, my clothes look like they had just taken a dip in a swamp before being torched by a flamethrower. In fact, aside from my jeans, the rest of my attire is close to falling apart into ashes. I must have looked a sorrowful, if not pathetic, mess.
Trying to keep the heat from my cheeks, I cleared my dry, unused throat and spoke in the more raspy voice I had ever heard, “W-what is going on here?”
It must be a bank robbery, right? I see a group of around thirty people huddling in a corner. Eight of them are children, all of whom have tears in the corners of their eyes. They…
My fists clench.
“Mah, mah, I think we have a wannabe hero here,” The fattest and shortest of the men crowed. His form stretched even the thick, black sweater he wore, making him seem like some kind of obese mess as he pointed an assault rifle at me, right in my face. He turns to one of his compatriots without a care in the world, as if I were just as harmless as anyone else here. “Sorry, S-san, I think we might have the first casualty of the night!”
I do not fight…
His friend must be partnered with him for comedic effect; he is as tall as the other is short and as thin as the other is fat. All three of them look as positively nonchalant about this robbery, as if they are just shopping at a convenience store.
The thin one must be their leader, because he gives the orders. He speaks in a shrill, high-pitched tone, one that a man can have if his manhood was cut off, “Ah, well! This one is an idiot anyway! What kind of guy walks into a bank robbery and asks what’s going on? You poor kid, you’re so young too,” He pouts at me, pityingly. “Well, I’m sorry about this but…”
I only forge…
S-san, the thin one, raises his pistol at me and lets off a spraying volley. I didn’t need to dodge at all, because of his terrible marksmanship, but I moved out of the way of ricochets, letting them bounce harmlessly behind me. His weapon could not hit me at this range with accuracy even if he chose to stop grabbing the bags of cash and lay his focus upon me anyway. The construction, its creation is so… poor.
Nothing else matters…
I frown at them, wanting to ask why. I know what they are doing and I can guess why. Be it fear, greed, or some other human emotion, I seem to know it far too well now.
This is the only path…
S-san shakes and yells to his companions, “Kill the fucker and grab the bags! Faster, especially you, T-san! We don’t have much time, the cameras…!” He yells specifically at the fat one before diving to a side.
…this is the image of myself.
This is the first image that appears in my mind. This is by far too familiar to me, even though I don’t know how to use them properly. A pair of blades is created into existence, their hilts resting comfortably in my hands. I raise them just in time to block a hail of bullets. The clash of metal against metal rings loudly in my ears, and the vibrations hurt my fingers and wrists, but I hold resolute until I see what I need to do.
People are willing to kill, but these people… they are not Servants. They are only humans. I will try not to kill them, if I could help it. I… I try to focus on the people huddled on the ground, the people I need to save. These are the people I want to save. They are more important, so even if I have to be pained, even if I have to face these bullets head on… I will.
But there is no need. I move faster than they anticipated, and in a flash of black and white, steel cuts apart T-san’s assault rifle. While this weapon was made of technology beyond my grasp, the materials it is composed of are nothing to my magnetized blades.
I remember, T-san cries out in pain as his arm is slashed, to offer them one last chance. And so I do, “Give up and give in. There’s no reason for you to be injured.” Having never faced normal, mortal enemies, I…
…Was this the right choice?
But it doesn’t matter, because their leader doesn’t pay any attention to my words. He grabs the nearest civilian. He is thinking of using a child for a hostage…? No, he isn’t thinking it; he is doing it right now. He grabs roughly a small girl who looks no older than eight, holding her body against his own tightly as he pressed his gun against her head.
“Give up, boy! You’re not some kind of hero, even if you are a NEXT, there’s nothing you can do!” He shrieks. He is mostly fearful, bluffing even. The shaking of his hand has his pistol, pressed against the side of the young girl’s head tells me this but fear causes people to do strange things. “Even if you are a freak, you can’t stop a bullet in time! Give up!”
I grit my teeth. I suppress my growling. I try to think coolly. But I am no true magus, and I am no Tohsaka Rin. I am just a third-rate magus, if even that…
…So how do I save her?
How do I move faster than the speed of a bullet? How do I move faster than the twitch of a finger? I can feel the sweat drops rolling down my forehead and down my back, both the pressure of the situation and the heat of my surroundings roaring at me to take action.
I will save her. There are no regrets. I should be dead. More than likely, he will turn to shoot me, so I raise my hands slowly—
—And I am correct.
The barrel of his gun points directly at my chest, and he walks up to me, even as the girl begins to tear up and sniffle in his coarse hands.
Ten meters.
Five meters.
Two meters.
One meter…
…He does not understand…
…But then, perhaps he should be honored. To face my steel, the finest blades, is an honor. These are the greatest swords, each and every one of them. And so, as one blade cleaves his arm in two, like molten steel against warmed butter…
…I have no regrets.
The sword, a blade that I have seen in the possession of my future self, forged in the eighteenth century and of no special properties other than its superb sharpness and fine balance, shoots from my hands, twirling in the air. It arcs around the large lobby, penetrating the third man’s semi-automatic before flying and intercepting the steps of the fattest robber.
It is a beautiful blade, like all blades…
I blink. Somehow, my mind blanked out for the last few moments, and now I have a sobbing child in my arms, with a bank lobby full of clapping people. I… I blink again.
I… I frown.
This…
What…
I think I am hyperventilating, but…
I must get out of here…
Gilgamesh! Grail! Mud!
My… my mind…
I run out of the bank, stumbling and falling face first against the pavement. There is a crunch of bone against cement, but I am only bruised. I need to run. I need to escape. I need… I need…
I just keep running, the events of this night, the battle for the grail, the fight against Gilgamesh, everything, this pressure… it all comes crashing down against my mind.
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A redheaded woman, though most people would strangely associate the color blue with her, walks out of the bank, following the steps of her young savior. And what a savior he was too! He had quite a nice body to go along with that silent, mysterious attitude!
With a swirl of her long, red hair, the woman giggles. She doesn’t stand out from the crowd at all, wearing nothing but a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans. None of the authorities even question her unusual calm and strange giddiness.
With a twirl of her suitcase, she walks down the white steps of the bank with only a mental note to talk to her sister tucked far, far away, and laughs to herself in a rich and sultry yet so innocent voice, “I wonder what his name is, this dashing, new hero?”
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