Soul Eater The Chosen Ones Chapter 1- Angel of the New Generation

Disclaimer- The following is a non-profit fanfiction. I do not own Soul Eater.

Location- Boston, MA

Time- 8:30 PM

A teenage boy with white hair, green eyes, and shark-like teeth stood on the rooftop of a building. He watched a weird human in a creepy costume search an empty street. "Is that him, Nemu?" the boy asked the scythe in his hands. "Is that the kishin egg we're supposed to kill?"

"Yes, Blast," the scythe spoke as a teenage girl appeared in the light reflecting off of it. "He's the one. Nightmare, I believe his name was. Once I consume his soul, I'll have 99 Kishin eggs in total. Then all that's left for me to become a death scythe is eat one witch soul."

The boy known as Blast nodded. "Just like my mother, Maka, turned my father, Soul, into one."

Suddenly, Nightmare took off. "He's getting away!" yelled Nemu. "After him!"

Blast smirked and jumped off the edge. As soon as he landed on his feet, he ran after his target. He saw it turn into an alley, and, just as he had done for the last 15 seconds, followed it. However, once he turned the corner, what he saw surprised him a little. He saw Nightmare face to face with a teenage boy. "Who the hell is that?"

The teen had orange hair and purple eyes. He had a shotgun in his hands. On his back was a rocket launcher. And on his sides, two pistols. With a smirk, he said "You must be Nightmare. My, my, you have quite the bounty on your head. I guess I'll just have to kill you for it."

Nightmare crossed his arms. "You must be that famous kishin killing bounty hunter I've heard so much about. I've heard the stories about you, and needless to say, your skills are impressive. But, let's just see, how true those stories are!"

The kishin tried to throw a punch at him, but the so-called bounty hunter jumped into the air and landed on his fist. "Olé!" he said as he unloaded a bullet from his shotgun into the monster's skull.

Nightmare was knocked back a few feet, but was hardly damaged at all. "Humph. I was hoping for more!" Faster than the blink of an eye, he ran past the boy.

"Heh, heh. Is that your idea of a strategy? Running right past me and not attacking? Wait a second... What happened to my guns!?"

"Looking for these?" The teen looked at Nightmare. The kishin had all the boy's weapons in a pile. He broke the shotgun into two pieces, and threw the other weapons halfway across the city. "Those guns would easily kill a normal kishin egg, but unfortunately for you, I'm not your average kishin. Now, fight me in hand to hand combat!"

"Bastard... Alright, I accept your challenge!" He rushed at Nightmare, trying to punch him, but the kishin simply sidestepped it. He then threw out a flurry of punches and kicks, but his opponent dodged each one.

At the same time, Nightmare was also trying to hit him, yet the bounty hunter was able to dodge every one of his attacks. "That's it!" the kishin screamed right before he kicked him right where the sun doesn't shine.

The teens eyes widened, and he screamed in pain. "MOTHER FU-!" He was interrupted when Nightmare uppercutted him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.

The kishin put a foot on the bounty hunter's stomach to make sure he didn't get up. The kishin took a knife out of his pocket. "Well Archangel, it seems that your bounty hunting days are finally coming to an end. If it really is a sin to kill an angel, then I'll be seeing you in hell, my friend."

Nightmare raised his knife, ready to strike. The bounty hunter, who supposedly was named Archangel, quickly reached into his pocket for his emergency survival knife, so he could counter the attack. However, before either of them could strike, Nightmare was cut in half by some sort of weapon. "What the hell just happened?" His question was answered when Nightmare was reduced down to a single kishin egg, and standing behind it was a kid with a scythe in his hands. The kishin egg flew into the scythe, and it absorbed the evil one's soul. Then, the scythe turned into a girl. Archangel's confusion suddenly turned into anger. "HEY, WHAT DID YOU HAVE TO COME IN AND DO THAT FOR!? YOU TOOK MY KILL!"

The boy looked at Archangel. "First of all," he began. "I didn't see your name on it. And second, you had no chance against him. If we didn't come in he would've killed you. So, how about instead of yelling at us, we get a thank you?"

"Wait," Nemu said to Blast. "This kid has great potential. He could very easily become a great student at the school."

"WHAT!?" Blast and Archangel yelled at the same time. "YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!"

"I am totally serious. Now, bounty hunter guy, where do you live? We're gonna need some place quiet to discuss this."

"I'm not going to some stupid school!" Archangel yelled. "I still have business to take care of-"

"That's what we're going to discuss. Now tell us where you live now."

Archangel sighed in defeat. "Fine. Follow me." He turned around and began walking, and the other two followed him. After walking for about half an hour, they came across a large building. "Here we are."

"What is this place?" asked Blast. "Some kind of mansion?"

"It used to be. But then a kind-hearted man named Spectre bought it and turned it into the place you see today." Archangel pointed at a sign on the building.

Nemu looked at the sign and read out loud what it said. "Boston City Orphanage." Both her and Blast's eyes widened when she said that. "You live in an orphanage? I'm so sorry! What happened to your parents!?"

"It's a tragic story. I'll tell you once we get inside." As they walked through the front doors, a teenager reading a book looked at them and smiled. "Hey, brother Archangel!"

"Hello, brother Jake."

"Who are your friends? Someone you met on one of your bounty hunting missions?"

"They're not my friends. But yeah, I met them on a mission."

"You know, you don't have to keep on hunting kishins down and killing them for their bounties. Spectre really worries about you."

"I'm not doing it because I have to. I'm doing it because I want to. This is to help him after all."

"Alright, alright. Just remember to be careful. Everyone here cares about you."

Archangel smiled. "Yeah. I know. I care about you guys too. See ya later!" Archangel said as he walked off with Blast and Nemu.

"Uh, Archangel," Nemu said. "That guy that you just talked to. Is he really your brother?"

"Not exactly. Once I came to this place, I considered everyone else here family, as does everyone else here consider me family. We called each other brothers and sisters. So, I basically have a f*** ton of 'brothers' and 'sisters'. And my god, are we mother licking adorable together!"

"...Right..." Blast said sarcastically.

"Of course there was that one brother..."

FLASHBACK

A seven-year-old, chibi Archangel screamed as he ran for his life through the orphanage while a psychotic 8-year-old with a knife chased him. "Come back, Arky!" the psychopath yelled. "I just want to play stabby Mcstab stab with you!"

"WHY ME!?" Archangel screamed as he continued to run.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Your 'brother' tried to gut you like a fish?" Blast asked, disturbed by what the bounty hunter had just told him. After Archangel nodded, he asked "Was he a kishin?"

"No, he was just a regular psychopath."

"...Why am I suddenly reminded of professor Stein and all the times he dissected something?"

"His time with me had its pros and cons. I wasn't able to sleep for months, but running away from him did help boost my speed and stamina. He's in jail now."

"Well thank god for that."

They kept on walking until they got to a certain door on the third floor. "What's this place?" asked Nemu.

"You said you wanted a quiet place to talk. Well, the quietest place I can think of in this building is my room." Archangel opened the door and inside was a clean room with a bed, a desk with a computer on it, a mirror, a window, a mini fridge, a television and a table with four chairs. "Welcome to my crib." Blast and Nemu sweat dropped.

TO BE CONTINUED...