M.A.D.N.E.S.S ~ A Date A Live Story

Chapter 2: I'm Not A Spirit

"Ellen." Westcott snapped his fingers and Ellen picked him my his arms.

"I'm not picking you up." Ellen told the boy. He sighed and started floating on his own accord.

"Which way?" He asked them. Westcott gave the boy a G.P.S that showed him which way to go and in an instance, he flew past them toward their base of operations.

"What is that kid?" Westcott asked himself. As they arrived at the building, the boy was sat by waiting. They landed and Ellen threw the boy a large T-Shirt.

"Here. Cover yourself up." Ellen demanded. Westcott opened the door with a remote and they walked in. The boy followed them into the building and began looking around.

"Big, isn't it?" Westcott said to the boy, but he couldn't care less about the size of the building.

"Where are the spirits?" He asked, maintaining his quiet but terrifying demeanor.

"I'll take you to them." Westcott told him.

"Mr. Westcott! You're not seriously taking him to where our test subjects are!" Ellen shouted under her breath.

"Don't worry. I'm not taking him there. I'm taking him to that room." Westcott told her.

"Oh." Ellen realized. After a few minutes of walking and elevator taking, they ended up on the 13th floor. The Failed Experiments floor.

"This is the Failed Experiments floor. Lots of--" "Spirits..." The boy muttered before walking into the room with no hesitation. There was lots of blood and unknown fluid everywhere on the floor. You could risk catching a disease just by breathing whilst standing inside the room. But he didn't care, there were Spirits. He drew his large Core sword, which should've been impossible.

"How is he able to..." Ellen was shocked. They watched as he slaughtered every last Spirit in the room. His new shirt was covered in Spirit blood.

"There's more spirits." The boy sensed.

"Hmm? Quit uttering nonsense..." Ellen demanded. Her words were cut off by the boy drawing his sword and aiming it toward her throat.

"Don't lie to me." He demanded. With a cold look on his face, he asked again. "Where are the Spirits?"

"We are currently using them for testing." Westcott told him.

"Where are they?" The boy asked Westcott.

"I'm afraid that's classified information, kid." Westcott told the boy. He sighed, and then began walking towards the stairs. "More importantly, I'm very interested in you." Westcott said. The boy turned around to face him.

"What's so interesting about me?" The boy asked him.

"Your Spirit powers." Ellen pointed out.

"My what?" The boy was now a bit agitated.

"I want to run some tests on you. You're a very fine specimen and I'm afraid I can't just let you go." Westcott told him.

"Why? The door's downstairs." The boy pointed out.

"Your mere presence in this building violates international law." Westcott pointed out. "You have something I want, and I have something you want, so let's make a deal. I challenge you to a duel." Westcott challenged the boy.

"I accept. But you're gonna lose." The boy stated.

"I'm not the one you'll be fighting." Westcott told him as Ellen stepped in. "I'll be your opponent." Ellen told him as she activated her C.R unit.

"You're still gonna lose." The boy said to them. Ellen growled as she began flying, ready for the duel.

"Not here, we'll make a mess of things. Follow me." Westcott requested as he began walking up stairs until they reached the top floor.