The Soul Reaver

A/N: Hey everybody, this chapter i dedicated to getting to know the OC's, along with a peak into Dean's past. Enjoy!

Chapter Nine: Rest and Memories

"UGHHHH...." Tech groaned as he lay in his tent. The battle was tiresome to say the least. I felt tired myself. I propped myself with my elbow and looked over everyone, and other than me and the noobs, no one was injured, thankfully. I looked at the noobs and smiled as they talked to each other. It kind of reminds me of the training I undertook with death...

(2 Weeks ago)

"OOFF!!" I was sent flying into a tree. Good lord, DAT PAIN.

"You blocked too early Dean." Death chided. He chuckled mercilessly. "Were you anyone else you would have been dead the last fifteen times." he mocked. I roll my eyes, which sends a wave of pain up my spine. I hold my hand up.

"A little help here?" I ask in a deadpan. Death grabs my hand and lifts me up with no effort. I dust my self off and sighed. "Okay how long did I last that time?" I ask. Death laughs.

"You should be happy Dean! You lasted a full minute that time, very few wraiths make it that far." Death reassures me. I stare at him with slight surprise.

"Seriously? Felt shorter for some reason." I said mostly to myself. Death clapped a hand on my shoulder.

"That concludes your combat lessons. Only you can improve your self from here on out. He opened a portal to Muerte City.

Muerte City is a City where purgatory is housed. If a soul is pure grey, in other words they've made many bad decisions but have tried to live a life of good after doing them, they're sent here. When a wraith wishes to retire after a couple hundread years, they come here to keep an eye on the wandering souls

Muerte City functions like a regular city. Everyone goes to work, everyone has a job, and they do it.

But here's the catch. At your 'job' you have many decisions to make. The souls are unaware that they are in purgatory. If someone is the head of a company, and he or she condemns others and take their money, they have a shot at hell for the huge display of greed.

Vice versa though, he or she'll have a shot at their own personal paradise. Oh yeah, and death lives there.

It makes my head spin too, don't worry.

Having left me alone, I slowly hobble my way back to Ponyville.

"Dean." Twilights voice cut me off from my memory. I look at twilight with a raised eyebrow. "Are you okay? you three took the brunt of the attacks." Twilight asked with concern. I chuckled at her.

"Come on Twilight. It takes more than that to bring me down and you know it." I reply. I look at Tech's prone form with a grin. "Besides! Tech got his ass kicked worse than mine!" I say loud enough for him to hear. Tech raised his arm and flipped the bird at me, making me laugh hard. Twilight sighed at my joke.

"Really Dean, do you have to be so rude?" Twilight looked at me with a disappointed frown. I look at her with a blank expression.

"Twilight," I place a hand on her shoulder. "You have to realize, I'm literally a sarcastic bastard three hundred percent of the time." I say with a grin. Twilight rolled her eyes and trotted back in front of the fire we set up. I look at the sleeping noobs and couldn't help but smile.

With a mild grin on my face, I go to sleep, letting my memories take me once more.

(Two years ago)

I saw myself wearing a gas mask and voice modifier, along with five other grown men. we were in the back of a moving armored van. Oh geez, I know this one...

"Alright boys, here's what's going to happen." I heard my changed voice bark. "We're going to enter from the front like normal people. Then Vincent, Freddie, and Johnny, I want you three to shoot out the camera's." Past me gave the three men. They nodded, each with their own form of agreement.

"You got it boss."

"No sweat boss!"

"It'll be quick."

I couldn't see my face, but I could tell I was grinning. "Do me proud!" I patted each of them on the back, and looked to the driver of the van. "If things start to get too hairy, I want you to bail, got it?" I said with a firm tone. I saw the drivers eyebrows shoot up past the mask, but he nodded anyway.

"Just be careful boss." He said with obvious concern. Past-Dean nodded. I looked at the last two men. I remember them, they were the new guys, looking to be a part of the criminal underworld. I took them on this heist as a way for them to prove their sincerity.

"Alright you two, are you ready for your first bank heist?" I ask pleasantly. They nodded enthusiastically.

"You bet! Man, I'm so excited! It's an absolute honor working for you Mr. Marcelo!" These guys were such... Noobs. Yeah, I called them noobs too.

"Don't get too excited, I don't need you losing your head." I chuckle. I clap them both on the shoulder. "Just stay calm, and don't do anything until I tell you to, and you'll do fine." I say with a chuckle. I remember their names. The enthusiastic one was Geovani Armano. The other was his friend, Federico Lorenze. Geovani asserted that he wanted to be called by their nicknames, Geo and Rico.

The van finally stopped, and immediatly we ran into the small bank. The three I ordered to shoot the camera's did a marvelous job. Each one expertly destroying the camera's with no waste of ammunition. The screams of the crowd was heard through out the building as we rushed to the bank tellers.

"Every single one of you back the fuck away from your desks! Rico," I pull a bag from my coat and throw it at him, he caught it with his hand. "Take everyone's cellphones! If they say they don't have one, force them up and pat them down!" I ordered. He nodded and went off to do his job. I heard my boys ordering the bank tellers to take them to the safes. I looked over the prone crowd, and I remembered I felt... empowered. Excited. Excited because of the control that I held in my hands.

I... still miss this. I miss the thrill, the joy of a job well done and going home with my boys as we drove away laughing our asses off. Now, it'll never happen anymore.

I wonder how they're doing?

I saw my past self turn to hear an argument between Rico and some kid. from what I overheard, it was him demanding his phone and the boy refused, often retorting with some sort of smart-ass remark. Oh god, this is when I-

BANG!

The hostages screamed once more as the body of the young boy dropped to the ground, grey matter leaking out of a hole in his skull. I saw my past self tense and pull out a pistol. He stomped furiously over to the two noobs.

"Mr.Marcelo we can explai-" Geo was cut off as two bullets soared into the noob's heads.

I had killed them. Mostly because of an honor thing. We NEVER. EVER. Kill kids. Anyone who did this, would be killed on sight. I saw myself kneel down in front of a sobbing family, who glared at me with tears in the eyes, but held begrudging thanks.

"I'm sorry for what they did. I make it a point to never harm kids. You'll be compensated for the burial." I heard myself say with a deadpan. Their glare lightened significantly, but it was still there.

"Boss, we got the cash." Johnny informed me. I got up from my kneeling position, and began to walk out.

"Ladies and Gent's, think of this day as something to say when someone askes 'So, how was your day?'." I say with a bow, as we left the building. We entered the van and The driver sped off down the road. We all took off our masks and I saw my crews faces once more.

Vincent was a man in his early thirties, with brown hair and green eyes. He was the muscle of the group. He can intimidate anybody into getting what he wants.

Freddie was in his early twenties like I was, with blonde hair and brown eyes. He had a baby face, which earned him many jabs.

Johnny was in his early forties, with black hair and onyx colored eyes. He was the brains of the group. he would often give us full details of a big heist that we would pull, and come with us and in his words, "I don't need you dumbasses mucking up something simple." Yeah, no respect. But I loved the guy for it. A bonus was that he was in the gang long before I took over. He essentially worked for my dad, the last Don of the Marcelo family.

"You okay boss?" Freddie asked with concern. I saw myself with an angry frown, and a far away look on his face.

"No Freddie, I'm not. those two had a future in this gang. They mucked it up, so I'm pissed off." I explain through gritted teeth. They took it as a sign to leave me alone as we drove off in silence.

The dream began to fade...

I awoke with a quiet gasp. I sighed to myself. There's no point in crying over the past. I doubt I'm going to get much sleep because of this, so I decide to exit my tent. I spot the two noobs sitting by the fire, talking animatedly with each other. They both turned to me with a surprised look on their face. I saw Tech's eyes narrow.

"What are you doing up?" I caught the suspicion in his voice, and I was in no fucking mood for it.

"That's none of your fucking business you ignorant little shit." I snap at him. They jump back in surprise and Tech was about to return my remark with one of his own, but Jay stopped him.

"Don't dude. There's a reason he's like this." Jay said with obvious concern. I sighed, there's no point in snapping at these two.

"Look. I'm sorry. A dream of mine just... has me on edge is all." I say with weak chuckle. Tech's glare turned into a curious stare.

"You want to talk about it?" Tech asked. I shook my head.

"Actually, since I'm up, I may as well explain something to you." I answered. Tech put his piece in before I could say anything.

"Is it about souls? because I've been wondering about the whole significance about them myself. I mean, besides the obvious reasons." Tech said as he itched the back of his neck. I chuckle, and began to explain to them the basics.

"You see, Souls are... well, they're basically tiny nuclear reactors." I explain. Both pairs of eyes shoot open in surprise. I held a hand up before they could interrupt me. "Now, before you say anything, know this. That doesn't mean that a soul is just a power source. Your soul is basically you in it's purest form. Everything about you, is inside your soul. That explains the many colors a soul takes on. When a person is not showing their emotions, and you glimpse inside their soul, you get to see their quality of character." I stopped for a little bit to let them absorb that information, and continued on.

"The quality of character is determined by a black and white scale. Those of a lighter shade, like a light grey, or white, which is very rare, get sent to paradise." My face went grim.

"However, there are those who are a steel grey, or black. Which is the worst kind. They're the ones we either devour, or send them to hell for punishment of the way they led their lives." They sat in awe as they absorbed the information. Jay then looked contemplative.

"Wait, you said souls are like Reactors. How does that tell us that they're reactors?" Jay asked curiously. I smiled. I was hoping they'd ask that.

"You see, not only is it what we use to judge, but it is also what fuels our attacks." I explain to them They looked confused. "Think of it like this. We have unlimited energy to tap into, AKA: Our soul. As a wraith, we can tap into the full extent of our power, but we do end up putting a lot of strain on ourselves." I tell them. They instinctively placed their hands on their chest and looked down in amazement. I chuckled at their reactions.

"Like I said though, it puts a lot of strain on us if we tap into too much power." I warned lightly. They both nodded.

Jay starred at Tech for a little bit, having a conversation amongst themselves. Tech then looked at me with an apologetic smile. "Look Dean, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I guess your actually pretty cool. Forgive me?" He reached his hand out. I stared at it for a little bit before I grabbed it.

"Sure kid. No problem." I smile.

Fool...

Okay, seriously! What the fuck is with that voice! First it was giving off titles, now insults! I didn't let my frustration show, and the two wraiths went back to bed. I sighed as I got comfortable.

I looked at the shadow of the Arcadian castle, and felt calmer. Tomorrow, we arrvive to the city to explore and find the missing weapons.

Let's hope nothing gives us too much trouble...

A/N: Well, how was that for character development?