Soul Eater Not! The Story of Caleb

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Caleb quickly shutdown his laptop, turned off his light, and ran downstairs. Caleb, being a kid who always listened to his parents, stopped by his Mother in the Kitchen.

" Mom? You wanted me?"

"Um Not Really. Your Father needs you, for your training."

"Oh Okay." Caleb ran out the back door and into the back yard. "Dad!" He said, stopping behind his father. They had a little fighting arena in the back yard, were his Father was standing.

His Father didn't turn around, standing still like he was frozen in place. He wasn't Breathing, just standing there.

Beginning to Get a little worried, Caleb reached for his dad's arm.

"Dad?". His Father ( Lets Call Him Brandon) instantly spun around, catching Caleb off guard. Brandon threw a punch at Caleb, hitting him in the gut.

Caleb stepped back, holding his stomach in pain, making groaning noises. It didn't really hurt, but it surprised him. Brandon withdrew a tomahawk blade from his arm, and swung down at Caleb. Caleb snapped out of it and withdrew a Blade of his own, this time from the his knee. Both blades collided with each other, resulting in a Clashing sound, and some sparks to fly onto the ground.

Both jumped back, and swung at each other , colliding with each other once again. With Brandon not knowing what to do, Caleb did a backflip, and with his right arm now transformed, spun and sliced into Brandon's Left Cheek.

Brandon reached up, touching the newly formed cut. Brandon looked up at Caleb, giving him a smirk. He Kicked Caleb in the face, sending him flying into a wall behind them.

Caleb got up, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. He Jumped, sending a punch with all of his power at Brandon, only to be caught. Brandon kneed Caleb in the stomach, while striking him in the back with his elbow, sending Caleb onto his knees. Caleb collided onto the floor, his knees giving out on him.

After a couple of minutes, Caleb Slowly got up, before coughing up some blood and falling back onto the ground. Caleb stared at his father, who was standing above him, peering down at his Son. This kinda made Caleb feel like a small House, making his father the tall Skyscraper.

"You need help up." With a grin, his Father transformed his arm back to normal, and outstretched it.

"*Cough* Umm *Cough* Sure.." Caleb took hold of his father's hand, now feeling somewhat better. Caleb stood up, with a grin he said, " Dad.. You'r kinda've a fool sometimes.", then swung, his elbow, at his father temple.

*CRACK!*

A Loud, disgusting, cracking sound was heard as Brandon's head crashed into the pavement. Caleb's eyes widened as he saw blood leaking from his father's head.

In a Act of Panic, Caleb Ran inside yelling for his Mother to come help. "MOM!! CARLY!! DADS HURT!!"

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Caleb walked down the empty street, looking at houses as he walked.

*Calebs POV*

I was walking down the street, looking at the houses. I walked by one in and just stared at it. A Father and his, probably about 9 Year old Son, were playing catch.

Nothing bad happened to my dad, unless you count the amnesia. It's my fault, my fault that he has amnesia. I admired the father and son, they were having fun, and laughing.