Prologue

The clouds moved across the grinning moon as it smiled its eerie smile upon the world, eyes widened. It shone down on a tall boy with a black suit. He had jet-black hair with three white stripes on the left. His hands were shoved in his pockets, concealing the two pistols he was carrying.

"Kid, this is crazy!" A muffled voice protested as the boy continued to walk down the wet alley from the recent downpour. Kid pulled the pistols out.

"What, Liz?"

"I said this is CRAZY!" Liz complained loudly. "You're the only one who sensed that soul that was 'supposedly' following us. You've had a lot of missions and you're tired, so you might have dreamed it. Really, we should head home, it's getting late and everyone came over for dinner."

"Not yet, Liz." Kid replied, continuing down the dark alley. "I got a good sense of the soul that was following us. She was perfectly, in every way, symmetrical. I'm not going to stop looking until I find her again."

"Whatever you say, Kiddo." Liz agreed reluctantly. They continued to walk down the street, the lamps overhead producing hardly any light. Kid stopped under one to examine his suit in the dim light. It had three white stripes on each shoulder seam, and three down the middle of the jacket where his buttons were. There was a cartoon-like skull under the collar of his shirt; it was completely symmetrical, save for his hair.

"Patty, you're awfully quiet. Are you alri-! Who is that?!" Kid broke off in a gasp. A tall, large hooded figure was making his way towards the trio.

"Well, you've lost track of the girl's soul. Maybe we should turn around." Liz suggested shakily.

"No, we would seem rude," Kid argued. "And I have to find that girl." Kid lifted his chin and walked taller. The figure got closer and as he passed Kid, he shouldered him.

Suddenly, Kid was being held against a wall by his collar. The being was holding him.

"How dare you shoulder me!" The being shrieked in an unusually high-pitched voice. Kid was dumbfounded, and then mentally shook himself.

"Uh, you must be mistaken. You bumped into me." Kid replied smoothly. "So I'm going to have to ask you to take your hands off me before you ruin my symmetry."

"SHUT UP!" The being screamed. Kid just leaned against the wall in utter confusion, and then realization hit him like a bolt of lightning.

"Oh I see. The madness that was spread through the world a couple of months ago hit you and you never recovered." Kid said, the being only cackled loudly.

"I'm a slave to the madness. The only people we can blame are the DWMA for not stopping it in time." the being explained in a high-pitched voice.

"We?" Kid asked. The being snickered and several more hooded figures flooded the alley. They surrounded the trio; there must have been 50 of them.

"Hmm, surrounded, hopelessly outnumbered, out of earshot, this could end badly." Kid murmured.

"You think?!" Liz demanded. "We should have left when I said."

"Liz, calm down, your soul is shaking." Kid said.

"HAHAHA!" Sissy's scared!" Patty yelled obnoxiously.

"I am not!" Liz retorted."Kid, what do we do?" she demanded as the beings closed in. The first being reached them, but before Kid could shoot or Liz could yell, there was a blue flash of light and all the figures fell, save for the first one.

"Kid, please tell me that you just shot us so fast that we didn't notice it?" Liz asked in a warning tone.

"What?!" the first figure screeched, he then whirled on Kid, pointing a gnarled finger at him. "This is your entire fault!" The figure pulled out a knife and raised it over his head.

"KID!" Liz screamed. Just as the knife was coming down, a girl jumped off the building overhead. She had two silver katanas in her hands as she landed swiftly behind the man, stabbing him.

Kid suddenly forgot how to breathe. This was the soul he was looking for! She was strikingly beautiful with long black hair tied up into a ponytail. Her bangs were braided around both sides of her head and under it. Her sharp green eyes met Kid's two-toned amber eyes for a brief moment.

Before Kid could say anything; move, breathe, blink; the girl had jumped again and was gone.