The Reaper

Chapter 5

It was actually a normal day, until the Lupin attacked.

Normally, I wouldn't be worried. Lupins (Lupine?) were low ranking creatures with...less than intelligent mindsets. Sure, they could rip about anything apart, but they attacked with force instead of strategy. But, like I was saying, these circumstances weren't normal.

For one, the wolf like demon was on top of a woman, and I knew I couldn't just grab a ginormous scythe and start hacking at a wolf. It would scare her to death, and I was sure she wanted to avoid being dead. So, instead of whipping out Ares, I did something incredibly incompetent and made a strange whistle sound.

As expected, the Lupin's head swiveled around, gray eyes focused on me. I stood still, returning the stare. This was universal demon language for, Come after me punk. I smiled knowingly as the taunt worked, and the large creature forgot about its prey to come after me.

Once we were the woods where no one would ever hope to see us, the Lupin finally decided to growl at me. I wiggled my finger at the wolf, pulling out Ares. I could see the fear forming on the demon's face, although it tried to suppress it.

"Your weapon does not frighten me, Reaper." it hissed, saliva flying onto my face.

"Sure," I replied, swinging the scythe dangerously close to the Lupin's face. The motion seemed to bother it too much, and the next thing I knew it had run off somewhere.

When I stepped out of the woods, there were police cars everywhere, and a cop was asking the woman about what she saw. The lady answered in fragments, too panicked to speak in full sentences.

I tried sneaking off without the cops noticing. But because of my inconsistency in good luck, they did. The same cop who was interrogating the woman grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled me back next to him.

"Excuse me, sir, could you tell us what happened?" he asked.

Now, I had absolutely no problem with the police. I just didn't like answering their questions. And this one was no different. "Je ne parle pas anglais." I said, attempting a French accent and failing miserably.

The cop grunted, then waved me off, so I assumed it worked. As I was making my way out of the police area, I ran into (surprise) Randy. In usual circumstances, this occurrence wouldn't have been as nerve racking as it was.

There was a girl next to him.

It wasn't a normal girl, like the ones at my school that Ben was always sizing up. Instead, she wore a full on military uniform. Well, heavenly military uniform. The white leather jacket was about a size too small for her, as was the rest of her outfit. Her auburn hair was braided messily, as if she didn't give two shits about what she looked like. And then, there was the bazooka.

At least I thought it was a bazooka. I think a more appropriate term would have been large ass gun/laser canon thingy. But it looked like a bazooka. Needless to say, she intimidated me. A lot.

Randy smiled at me, as if there wasn't some chick with a gun with a look on her face that said she wanted to murder me. After a few tedious moments of silence, he spoke.

"Andrew, meet Janice."

The girl-Janice-stared at me before turning to Randy. "Are you positive he is the one?" she asked.

Randy nodded. Then, noticing I had no clue as to what was happening, Randy continued the introduction. "Janice will be your guardian. We've been noticing incread Seoulian activity, so we thought this would be a safe decision."

I stared blankly at Janice, who returned the stare. "Oh...kay." I said slowly, my brain trying to process why on earth I needed a guardian.

Janice tugged her lip up in a smirk. "You are not one for speaking, are you?" she asked.

Somehow, it annoyed me when she calls me 'you', even though it shouldn't have. "Andrew." I say, practically growling without meaning to. "My name is Andrew."

"I feel welcomed." she said, letting a hint of sarcasm drip into her words.

I glared at her, simply because I didn't have the care to speak to her. Janice rolled her eyes before walking to my side.

"What are you doing?"

Janice huffed. "I was instructed to stay by your side at all times," she answered simply.

"Yes, well, I'm kind of going home." I replied, emphasizing the word 'home'.

Janice gave me a look of pure confusion. "Is that a problem?" she asked.

I nodded. "Of course. I can't just bring some girl home that my parents have never met." I say, intentionally leaving out foster.

"Why not?" she persisted, shrugging.

"Because you just can't! Were you raised in a cave?" I exclaimed. The strange look I got back suggested that yes, yes she was.

"Fine," I say, "I'll try to find an excuse."

Janice grinned in triumph. I glare at her.

"Shut up." I said in response to her silent mocking.