Deviation Actions
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This is the first chapter of my series, if you haven't already I'd recommend you read the prologue: kichidamaru.deviantart.com/art…
The first chapter isn't graphic, but I'm going to give you a start warning that the rest of them might be.
Picture used for the drawing: goo.gl/GlaAPY
*it was a bit rushed in the end but oh well*
Words: 2457
Amount of pages: 4
Enjoy ~!
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Chapter 1
Ah… The weather was calm. No rain, no wind, no nothing. It was overcast, but it had been sunny the previous days and it was warm outside. The air had a hint of moisture, but it showed no signs for raining.
Rayle jerked himself up. His clothes were sticking to him, and they had grass covering the majority of the surface. He sighed, and brushed them off. He had been lying there for an hour, just staring up at the sky and thinking. It felt good to be outside. It was something he had been denied for a long time, and now he could finally just lie in the grass and stare like people do when they have nothing else to do. Then his cell phone made a pling.
Minnesota was pretty this time of year. It was October and the trees had begun changing colour from green to yellow, red and orange. There were quite a few Pumpkins for sale everywhere, having Halloween closing in and everything. Rayle thought it to be unnecessary. Kids dressing up as ghosts, demons and vampires? So stupid. It was as if they wished they could be those creatures, and one time of the year they were allowed to shamelessly dress up as them. He never understood the reason for it, but then again. What kid doesn’t love free candy? Except for the fact that there were quite a few teenagers that did this too, only at parties. Adults too for that manner.
Making his way to the outskirts of Duluth, he passed a lot of people. None of whom he knew, or recognized. He was riding a motorcycle, or to be specific; an Aprilia RS 125, the 2006 model. The motorcycle was black and light blue.
Though many people thought it to be noisy, and those whom he worked with thought him to be a shit kid for driving it, he didn’t care. It was fast enough for him, and made it easy to get back and forth. He hated public transport, and was relieved when Sam offered him the opportunity to get a licence. He had never thought of it, but after going through with it he was happy he’d done it. The scenery on his way to work was a mix between stunning, and boring. He’d seen it before, but some of it never ceased to amaze him.
Rayle drove up beside a house that seemed to be abandoned. The windows were dusty, and the paint was coming off. There wasn’t a single vehicle there except for his motorcycle, and there was no activity going on. But you should never judge a book by its cover.
The house was basically just a hideout.
Rayle worked for an organization that specifically specialized in disposing of enemy personnel of the supernatural variety. He himself was some of the main hunters, and it was his only job within the organization. There were other jobs, like paper work, people who worked with making deals and peace offerings. Treaties were also a part of the job, as a lot of supernatural groups could be reasoned with to be humane. Though the majority weren’t, and therefore in need of disposal. He felt it to be ironic that his job was disposing of enemies, when he himself was no human.
He opened the door to the house, and entered. He then closed the door behind him, and put in a 4 digit code on a panel that was on the wall. Automatic stairs opened up in front of him, and he walked down. He sighed. It was all too sci-fi. He knew very well it wasn’t, but it seemed too flashy. What was wrong with a normal office building? He was a little old-fashioned he thought. Rayle passed a lot of people when he walked to the office of his boss. Some greeted him, but a lot of them looked the other way. Not all of them approved of his existence, and he was used to it. It didn’t bother him, because he merely thought that they were the ones missing out. Not that he thought himself to be interesting, but when people shut themselves in a little bubble and weren’t open to accept things, that would be their problem. Not his.
“Good morning, Rayle.” Sam said, as he opened the door to his office. Sam was Rayle’s boss. He was 35 years of age, married and annoyingly smart. His hair was short, and dyed blonde. He had blue eyes, and stubbles. If it hadn’t been for the suit he constantly wore he’d look like a typical punk.
“It’s afternoon, smartass.” Rayle said, and sat down on the chair in front of Sam’s desk.
“That it is. But I haven’t talked to you all day, so why not start off with morning?” Sam said, always trying to make his choices of phrasing himself sound smart.
“Whatever. What did you call me here for?” Rayle said, impatient. He had never been the one for small talk, he was used to being straight to the point, and given the info he needed as he entered the room. A small thing that had stuck with him after being in the military.
“I have a job for you, if you’re interested.” Sam said, and took out a folder. When Rayle didn’t answer, but seemed to be listening he continued. “There’s a small matter in Washington I’d like you to take care of.” He said, and opened the folder he had picked up. He took out a paper, and put it in front of Rayle. On the paper there was a photo of an old church, and it was accompanied with info underneath.
“What kind of job is it?” Rayle asked, skimming though the information while talking.
“Vamp.” Sam said short, and awaited a disgusted reaction. They weren’t Rayle’s favourite. As he expected, the boy shrugged, and sat back in his seat.
“Figures. After a week of vacation I have to jump right into the nastiest things.” Rayle complained. Vampires. He absolutely hated them.
“Well, someone has to. But there’s a… slight catch.” Sam said, and sighed. He knew that Rayle was going to snap at him for this. Rayle lifted his head and looked at him. “You’ll need a partner on this one, and thus one has been assigned to you.” He explained in a short sentence instead of going around the bush. The emotion of irritation washed over Rayle, and Sam could see it in his eyes.
“A partner?! Why? Can’t I go alone like always?” he said, slightly sounding like a kid who had to clean his room. Rayle was never assigned partners for this very reason.
“It’s not a simple task this time. You’re going up against one of the vampires that we’ve had most trouble with, and we can’t send you alone in case you won’t manage the task.” Sam explained. “But you’ll have to be patient, because the person we’re sending with you is new.” He continued, and was about to take out a personnel file.
“You’re giving me a bloody newbie?!” Rayle said, almost furious now. Who needed partners? They were always in the way, and if he was new that would only mean trouble for the both of them. “You’ve never assigned me partners before because of my ethnicity, so why now?” he said annoyed.
“He’s not a human either, so that won’t be a problem, Rayle.” Sam said calm, trying to push his calmness over on Rayle, but failing miserably.
“I don’t care that he’s not a human, it’s still a newbie!” he said angry and crossed his arms. Sam sighed. Arguing with Rayle never worked, because there were two outcomes; he either outsmarted him with his experience, or he turned into a child and was completely oblivious to any sort of information that he got.
“Well, too bad. You’re going to have to deal with it.” He said, tired of arguing. Rayle gave off an annoyed groan. “You’ll get to meet him tomorrow, since he couldn’t be here today.” Rayle didn’t seem to care, as he was looking another direction, clearly annoyed that he had to deal with it. Sam wrote something down on a piece of paper, and handed it to Rayle.
“I’m going with you of course.” He said, as if it was to assure him somehow.
“Fine, whatever.” Rayle said annoyed, realizing that he had lost.
The last time he had a partner, she immediately requested a leave upon learning that he was a demon. Of course demons weren’t popular in a demon killing environment. Not that he cared, humans slowed him down. He was conscious about what he did when they were close, in order not to create enemies. He guessed that was a plus with his partner being a demon too. Or maybe it was a vampire; Sam hadn’t specified it and he hadn’t received his personnel file. He didn’t really want to know. It was a newbie. They were all stupid, and usually the ones to get killed quickly.
The rest of the day passed slowly, until he got home. He hadn’t been in his house for a couple of months because of his latest job, and when he was on vacation he had just taken his motorcycle and left for St. Paul. When he opened the door a wall of dust hit him. The scent of two months untouched atmosphere filled his nostrils. The scent was comforting, but disgusting. He put down his backpack and sighed. A thorough cleaning was in order. He didn’t take off his shoes, but not because he was in America, but because the floor was covered with dust. He walked into the kitchen, and looked after a bucket, and a mop. He filled the bucket with hot water, and started cleaning. He took the floors first, and then moved on to the furniture. He sighed. This was what he normally did when he was done on a mission. Usually they involved going to another state, and that alone caused a few days to pass before he got back, so cleaning was an asset to the job. Upon finishing the cleaning, he got another message from Sam. It said to be on time the next day, and not forget about it. He sighed. Going on this meeting was not something that he wanted to. He didn’t like people. Some were ok, but usually he didn’t like them. He wondered who it’d be though. Even if it was a newbie, he hoped that he at least had some training seeing as he wasn’t a human. He sat down on the couch, and looked around himself. His house was small, but big enough for one person. The kitchen and the living room were separated by a desk with glass doors for cups and plates. There was a bathroom beside the stairs, and upstairs were two bedrooms, and another bathroom. The shower was upstairs, so the downstairs bathroom was just a toilet basically. He looked at the clock, and noticed that it was close to midnight, and he decided that he’d go to bed. Tomorrow was for sure going to be an annoying day after all.
The weather was gloomy, and it was cold. Not many people were out and about since the wind was building up to be a storm. Rayle was standing at their meeting location 10 minutes before the time. He pulled his jacket closer to himself, when the wind started blowing. He wasn’t cold, but the sound of the buttons hitting each other when it blew on the jacket was annoying. He looked at the clock now and again, waiting for the waiting to be over. He hoped that Sam would be here before his new partner though.
“I hadn’t expected you to be here now.” Sam said, standing behind him. Rayle turned around. Sam was wearing a brown coat, and a black scarf.
“I’m not usually late, am I?” Rayle said somewhat annoyed. Sam laughed a little, and patted his back.
“No, you’re not.” He said. “But I think that’s him over there.” He said, and pointed. “Let’s go.” Sam started walking, and by habit Rayle just followed. The closer they got, the more familiar did the person who sat there become. There was something about his posture that freaked Rayle out. It was as if he had met him before, or at least seen him somewhere. The closer they got, the more convinced he became. Suddenly he became scared. Something was wrong.
Sam walked up to the person, while Rayle stood still a few steps back. Sam exchanged a couple of words with him, before he stood up. He was tall, taller than Sam. Sam then waved at Rayle to make him come over to them, which he slowly did. This wasn’t right, something was wrong; he could feel it in his bones.
“Rayle, this is your new partner.” Sam said, and pointed to the man standing beside him, who turned around to face Rayle. His hair was short, trimmed on the sides to be a short hawk. The tips of his hair were yellow, and his eyes were a yellowish green.
“Hello.” He said, with a smile utmost disturbing. Rayle wasn’t able to answer. He merely stared at the man in front of him in fear. He felt that he started shivering a little, and that he almost lost his ability to think straight. The only thought that came to mind was “Run”.
And he did just that. He turned around almost immediately after seeing the man’s face, and started running. Ignoring the shouts after him, he ran out of the plaza in which they were standing, and to the parking lot. He hopped quickly on his motorcycle, and fastened his helmet stressfully before he took off like a bullet.
Sam watched Rayle run away, and became utterly confused. “Rayle!” he shouted after him, not getting a response. “RAYLE!” he shouted again. Nothing.
“I apologize; normally he’s a little bit more professional.” Sam said, and turned back to the person standing beside him.
“It’s ok, I already expected it.” The man smirked. Sam looked slightly at him.
“Do you two already know each other?” he asked after thinking about it for a second or two.
“Something like that.” The man smiled, and looked at Sam. “But don’t you have any other info for me concerning the job, since my rude partner just ran off?” Sam handed him a folder.
“This is all the info about the mission that you’ll need. Anything else I can help you with, Yami?” Sam asked.
“No. This is all I need.” Yami smiled. “This is going to be fun.”
