CHAPTER 1: The Beginning [Storyline]

I just realized how fucking gay this is... You guys really should get out of your moms basements and realize theres a whole wide world out there

OOC: ?

OOC: What?

OOC: Ignore it. I guess he is done with the site. Ill take over his character.

I drop low and spin, my blade arm outstretched, hoping to snag the stomach of the armor.

OOC: Can I use my new character here? She doesn't have a partner but she is a great ninja
Yuno appeared near them, she was planning something

OOC: Of course.

Inside of Jets mind, the substance begins to consume me. A dark canvas blanketed my eyes and nothing was visible. I tried to fight back but I couldnt move. I was defeated.

I turned and caught the knife in my hand, the blade just inches from my body. I tuned it so it was flat in my palm and I swiftly brushed my other hand over it, causing black duplicates to unfold underneath my hand in the air right before me. I jabbed at the butt of the handle on each one and they went flying towards Yuno.

Yuno jumped above the knives and then she disappeared in a cloud of smoke

I turned in a circular motion scoping out the area and tried to spot where she went.

Ooc: I am back! FTC also let me have control of Jet back

In the mind: Jet as he slowly sinks into the substance he thinks I have failed all of them all my friends everybody[i] He starts thinking about them pictures of them flicking through his mind but he stops when it reaches Adelaide and starts thinking [i]No I will not fail not before I say good bye to her Jet gets some strength back keeping his mind mind on that picture when one of his hands bust out of the substance

OOC: Hes all yours!

I felt a breaking in the grasp I had on Jet. I felt a hint of fear forming from within. I was losing control. I took a step back. I roared in my mind, speaking to Jet "NO! YOU WILL NOT BREAK MY HOLD! I WILL TEAR YOUR SOUL APART!"

Jmore mind farts and stuff: Jet starts breaking through the substance and finally pulls himself out "Try me you sonofabitc...."
Normal: Jet inhales a large breath as he regained control then coughs and looks around "What the hell happened here?" Then his eyes roll into he back of his then he slumps forward unconsious

A dark mist is in front of Jet, swirling and churning.

"IT IS NOT OVER!" I scream as I begin to take the silhouette of a person. I step into Jet and form around him. From within that mist are invisible soul razors.

Jet's unconscious body shivers as the mist? (I guess) enveloped him the little mp3 player which he had set to sudden drops of temperature started blasting dubstep which woke Jet up "Jeez can't let a guy live can ya you jackass

"I'm afraid not..." A deep voice says from every angle in the mist. All of the razors begin to be revealed, uncovering them to Jet. They were jet black. "Now... you die!" All of the razors shoot toward him.

But they stop. Only inches from his body.

Blood drips from each of the razors.

"You- your soul... IT BIT ME!!!" The voice roared.

OOC: You there?

OOC:Sorry swimming
Jet chuckles and slowly stands up his eyes slowly changing to a amber color "Heh guess my soul doesn't like getting separated either. Now fight me light a man."

The razors drop to the ground and shoot towards a certain spot a few yards from Jet. The slide up off of the ground and form a black body. On the head, a slit tears from cheek to cheek and widens as gallons of blood pours out. Blood stained, sharp teeth jutted out of the top and bottom of the mouth unusually large mouth. The head tilted. A black katana formed in one hand, its chrome blade reflecting blood. In the other hand was a mirror.

I raised my left hand and threw the mirror to the ground, sending out black spikes every way the glass shattered. I jumped up and balanced on the top of one of the spikes with one foot, my katana pointed behind me.

Jet rolls his neck and his left hand turns into his blade he starts swinging slowly back and forth then he dashes forward zigzaging

OOC:I am imagining every just watching what is happening

I run atop the spikes that lead in the direction closest towards Jet. Blood spurting out of my mouth continuously, I dropped off of the spikes when I was almost directly in from of him. I bing the blade to my face, showing Jets reflection. But it wasnt him exactly in the reflection, it was his corpse in a pool of blood with a burning and blood splattered city in the background.

Jet brings his blade towards The Darkness laughing "HA! I know I will die but not NOW!" He jumps at his enemy bringing his right leg around for a kick

The kick makes contact. A crack is left behind where Jet had kicked me, of which had shattered now and had blood streaming out of it.
I raised my katana over my head and started to tug downwards with my arms.