Soul Reaper

Chapter 2 -The Project

"Robin! Can you stop putting potato chips on my bed?! It's disgusting. My bed will be covered by insects because of you." Calisto yells. She pushes his feet off the bed to make some room for her to sit down. His feet lands with a huge thud on the floorboard, which Calisto's father would definitely hear.

At least he isn't home yet. Calisto thought.

"I've done five slides for the presentation. Our next Biology class is on Wednesday. It's also on Tuesday, but we only get half the day since the teachers have to write our reports. What have you done?"

"Well, I actually did eight slides." Robin replies smugly, feeling proud of himself.

"Well, I bet that you copied and paste!" Calisto argues back.

"No! These are all my own words! Even put this sentence on Google. It will turn up with nothing!"

Calisto looks through the papers Robin had given him and copied a sentence from it. She typed the sentence on her laptop, which the sides were decorated by 3-D stickers of Mickey Mouse.

Calisto looked at the laptop in disbelief as the first thing she saw was capitalized and bold.

"You lied! You said you did it!" Calisto pushes Robin off the bed. His body made a larger thud on the floor.

"AAAAAaaaaaahhhhhh!" Robin exclaimed in pain as his back landed on what appears to be a charger. Luckily the three pointed ends didn't land on his back. But still. The pain throbbed all over his back.

"Sorry! I'm really sorry! I was meant just give you a gentle push, but I didn't know you'd fall off that easily!" Calisto apologizes as she runs over to his side.

"Agghh. It hurts." He stretches his hands over his shoulder to rub the pain away.

"I'm really sorry Robin. I didn't mean to."

To Robin's surprise, he felt a delicate hand running over his back. It was like a soothing feeling when someone scratches your back, making you feel relaxed.

But her delicate hand did not make Robin feel relaxed. His whole body tensed, as Calisto tried comforting him. Calisto rarely touches anybody. In fact, she was always distant when socializing with people. She never gives hugs to other girls to greet them, and she never gives handshakes.

Well, I'm not complaining. Robin smiles to himself.

~

A man covered in a black garb shifts his gun upwards, getting ready to shoot. The tree branches are scratching his left leg, but if he moved, he was afraid that he would fall and a bypasser would see him. The thick knitted black mask nearly suffocated him, but he kept telling himself, 'It's all for the money."

The target is gone from his sight after falling off a bed, but a couple of seconds later, his figure emerged from the open window.

What a lucky day. The man thought to himself.

If the window was closed, it would cause a lot of noise and witnesses would be created. Well, I guess that means more money for me too.

It's a win-win situation.

He pulled the trigger and aimed for the boy.

Well, it's what he had hoped to hit.

He didn't realize that the boy had slightly angled himself in a blink of an eye, so that a girl could go past. And instead of the bullet hitting the boy, it had perfectly penetrated through the girl's chest.

Oh damn. Wrong target.

Should start running.

~

Robin stood up from the floor. He assisted Calisto to stand up.

He realized her hands were small and smooth as if she had never did any slave work. But that was far from true. He knows that she works harder than anyone and her motivation is her past.

Robin shifted his body to the left so that Calisto could walk past.

But at that exact moment, Calisto suddenly crumpled to the floor, clutching her chest.

At first, drops of blood surrounded her, until the drops formed a pool.

Before the darkness took over her vision, the last thing she saw was Robin's blue polo, cradling her in his arms.

~

A white sedan had pulled over the driveway, in front of a double story house. More of a town house actually. All the townhouses on this street looks so identical. 1 garage for each house, a fake lawn on the front, and even the mailboxes are the same pentagon shape.

The man fumbles for his keys in his pants pocket as he approached the front door. He was greeted by a blast of warm breeze inside, along with the scent of maple syrup from this morning. The smell of pancakes and waffles still lingers house.

The man attempts to remove his shoes by using his feet.

Finally. My feet can relax.

He dropped his briefcase on the leather couch, which bounced off, rolling on the floor. He was too tired to pick it up. After all, he does deal with a lot of problems wanting to be resolved by his clients.

His latest client was definitely a liar, he thought.

What is the point of a hiring a lawyer if you are just going to tell me false facts and deceive me from the actual events that occurred?

He sighed and ran his hands over his face. He reached for the jug of water by the counter. The jug was nearly empty. My daughter probably had some visitors. She should've filled it back up with more water. Where is she anyway? She usually runs downstairs asking me for any chocolate.

I should check on her.

He set the glass on the marbled kitchen counter.

How can I forget! One of my clients had remembered Calisto from one of my older cases. She said to give this novel to her. Although, I know my daughter loves reading fantasy books.

He grabs a small sized novel from a secret pocket inside his blazer and started to head upstairs.

The man entered his daughter's room, only to find a pool blood around the boy who nested his head in her neck.