The Role of Mages

Search and Find

Chapter 1 

I grabbed my twin swords and strapped them around my waist. I slipped my jacket and boots on. 
I turned to look at myself in the mirror.
I sighed. I looked at my reflection.

" So we finally found him." I thought. 
I put my hand against the mirror and stared.

" We finally found him, WolfBane." 
Knock! Knock! Knock!

" What the hell's taking so long?!" a voice called to me behind the door.

" Coming." I said and walked out the door. A demon named Zero and a vampire named Achned were outside.

" So we know what each of us are doing?" I asked.

" Can we go over them again?" Achned asked.

" Never thought that we would be able to find that kid so quickly." Zero sighed, his pitch black star tattoo shifting to a different shape and his dark red eyes looking at the wall then face me.

" I'll be the nose. Zero, your the ears. And Achned, your the eyes." 

" So you are going to look for his scent. Zero's looking for the voice and listen if he's in a fight or something. And I'm searching for his image like on this photograph." 
He pulled out a picture of a boy, about fifteen to sixteen, with brown eyes and shoulder length blonde hair.
Zero and I nod.

" Then my part will be easy." a perverted smirk curled his lip.

" Seriously, you're already thinking about doing 'that' to the poor kid." Zero let out an annoyed sound.

" Ancestors be damned, Achned." I face palmed myself.

" Sorry I can't help myself. But I'll wait till he's the right age, unlike certain people." he chuckles slightly.

" Ok, we need to go." I walked forward to the portal.

I'm always walking alone in these streets. Probably a bad idea to do that. Especially when its dark.
Cause you never know what's behind you.
But does it matter, it's not like a lot people would miss me. I'm surprised that I've lasted this long without the comfort and happiness of a real family. I had pretty much grown up on the streets, living with a gang, digging through the trash like a savage. But thank god that I was lucky enough to the be accepted into a gang.

" We just found you on the street, left to die. Good thing Clarence found you in time or you probably would have been rat food." 
I was six when they told me that. 

Cars raced passed me. I stopped and looked at the cars. I saw one pass by with a couple kids in the back. I looked at the ground. 
" Ky-" I looked at the ground ignoring the sounds.

" Kyoto!" I just sighed.

" Hey Asshole!"I turned my head to the sound. Monica and Harold were calling me. I ran to them.

" Where the hell have you been? We got worried when you didn't show up after school? And look that the time!"
Harold pulled out his phone and showed the time. 
7:30.

" You look down." Monica said.
I dug my hands deeper into my jacket pockets and looked away.

" Come on. What's bothering you?" Harold and Monica cross their arms.
Harold fished my iPod out of my jean pocket and looked at what I was listening to.

" Dude. Your still listening to this song?" 
I nodded. 

" Its still about when we found you, isn't it?" Monica gave me a concerned look.
I sighed and bit my lip.

" I just Can't get over it, ok!! Its been ten years and still can't believe it! But still, what happened before I was six.." a tear formed in my eye and I started to tremble.

" Hey, Hey! You were never this beat up about it! So why now, out of all the days, you choose this night?" Harold glared at me. 

" Wait, that's not the only thing. Is it?" Monica asked, very concerned.
I faced both of them and took a deep breath.

" And.. because I think someone's out there to kill me." my voice lowered. 

" What?!" they both gasped.

" Why would you think that?!" 

" Well, I woke up with a lock of my hair cut off, my shirt had a piece ripped off, I had a cut on my arm..." I put my hand on my head and sank to my knees as my voice started to break up.

" I'd hate to think a scientist from what your saying." Monica gripped on a part of her shirt.

" Plus, I've been getting calls saying that something will happen and if I call back, no one answers. And this note." I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket.

" Calm down man!" Harold grabbed my wrist that had the note in it.

" We can tall about this later. Everyone is worried sick about you at home. So lets go home and talk about this later." he stared at me, dead in the eye.

" Myles is gonna have our asses if we don't show up soon." Monica said. 
I nodded and we walked home.

I take it back. I do have a family that cares about me, but not like a family with a mom and dad when I don't even know who my parents are. 

" Kyoto!" Maya nearly pounced on me when I walked into the door.

" Where were you, you crazy bastard?!"

" It's about god damn time!" Myles sighed.

" I'll go contact everyone else." Myles pulled out his phone and started dialing numbers.

" We may wanna start taking night shifts." Monica suggested.

" We think someone is.." Harold got cut off.

" I've noticed. The cut on your arm, a missing chunk of hair and a ripped piece of your shirt, as if it's not ripped already and needs more holes." Myles sighed.

I let out a small laugh. People would think that I had been in a bear fight or something. It was dark grey but had three long slash marks on the front and ripped at the ends of the sleeves and at the bottom, which I also had a red long sleeve shirt under neath.

" You make good points, Myles." 

" Though the better question is why?" Monica asked with concerned eyes.

" We might never know. But don't let it bother you." Myles smiles at me.
I smile back and nodded.

" Dammit! I lost his scent when he got in the car!" Zero kicked a nearby can and knocked a trash can down when he kicked it.

" Damn brat." Aster let out an angry sigh.

" Calm down." I told everyone.

" She has a point," Achned says, sitting on a crate," Just because we lost him for a bit, doesn't mean we've lost him forever." 
Aster frowned, grabbed a near brick and threw it at him.
I sighed.

" This is gonna be harder than I thought."

Bunch of idiots. I smirked, watching them from a high building, a good distance from them sense most of them have very good noses.

" Killing that kid is going to be to easy. To bad for them."

I pulled out a piece of the kid's shirt, a lock of his hair and a vial of blood.
Then, pulled out another vial of blood, but in a darker color.
I chuckled.