Demonic Fate

Unwanted Surprise

I entered my room, trying to block out the sounds of Martyr's loud training with his guns at the back of the house. I locked the door with one quick swipe. Can't have a certain trigger happy boy waltz in without any warning. I knew one thing: If you give Martyr the chance, he'll be the most trigger happy freak on the planet.

I sighed slightly, remembering the first time I showed him how to use dual guns. He ended up enjoying pulling the trigger and blasting holes through trees, and when he had found his way back into the house, he still wanted to keep pulling the trigger. I giggled slightly.

I realized I had my eyes closed when I finally opened them and saw my room. There was a bed, desk, drawers, a closet, and many other things I had placed there. I looked around my room, smiling slightly.

I noticed a white slip of paper on my desk, and snatched it off it's resting place curiously. "What?" I reread the paper, trying to fully confirm what was scribbled on there. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" I was enraged when I realized what it meant.

The note told me that I have a mission that'll last at least two months. I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to spout out large amounts of colorful language. "Dammit, why the hell does it have to be now?! And for that long? Damn you people who send me these worthless jobs!!"

Martyr knew about my job as a bounty huntress, yes, but I've never left the house once, because I hadn't gotten any jobs at all when I had met Martyr, for six years! Six years, with no jobs! A six year break, with a kid, disrupted by a stupid two month mission.

I tried to restrain my rage, but it was almost completely impossible. Yes, I wanted to be able to stick around, and not do this job, but I can't! I almost never get jobs. Why? Because the guys who send the stupid things, usually give it to hunters that are strong enough, or weak enough to deal with the job. I'm on one of the higher ranks, and recently, there hasn't been many tough jobs, so I haven't had to do anything at all.

I know, that when someone of the higher ranking hunters get a job, it's usually something urgent, and can't be put on hold. I reread the paper one more time, then instantly shred it to bits. Tiny, unreadable, bits.

Now here was the big question. Do I tell Martyr about this, or not? I exited my room, thinking hard about my decision. If I did tell Martyr, he'd probably ask to go with me, like he does whenever I say I have to go somewhere to get some things, like food, clothes, and other items, and this job is way too dangerous for a trigger happy idiot like him to handle. He'd probably get hurt, or worse... killed.

I shook my head rapidly, trying to shove the thought of his death out of my mind. If I don't, he'll be super upset with me. Plus, he's not that good at cooking or cleaning, but at least he can memorize directions, locations, and other things with ease.

Now what's worse? Him getting hurt and probably gonna end up dead? Or me, leaving, then returning, finding him mad at me, and the house will probably be a mess.  "And the second option is the winner. I'd rather have my house become a giant size Swiss cheese, then him being a bloody corpse." I decided out loud.

Easy decision really. I'm surprised I actually care if the kid lives or not. Well I guess I broke my promise of don't get attached to a kid you just met, didn't I? I sighed.

I noticed Martyr opening the door from the window. When he opened the door, he found me right in front of it, staring at him. He flinched, obviously taken by surprise. "Martana? What are you doing in front of the door?" He asked me, with a stupid expression on his face.

I was tempted to roll my eyes at his stupidity. He could have at least come up with two basic conclusions. One, is that I'm gonna go out to get something, or two, I could be just passing by the door. "I was just walking around the house." I answered. I then looked at him, up and down.

The boy was covered in dirt and dust. "I'm guessing you played too much with those guns of yours, didn't you?" I raised an eyebrow.

He gave a dry laugh. "Ma-maybe?" He said.

I sighed. "Shower. Now." I commanded. He obeyed me, and waltzed towards the shower. I sighed again, then walked over to the couch, and sat on it. "Honestly, that kid..." I sighed again. I was doing that a lot today... "Screw it!" I said, no longer caring about whether or not I was sighing a lot.

Martyr came back, wearing a different pair of black pants, a white shirt, and a black jacket. "Hey~ Ready to go?" He asked me.

I turned to him from my spot on the couch, and blinked. Go? Go where? I began to replay the previous events in my mind. I flinched. Crap. I had completely forgotten about the match! "Uh... one sec, be right back!" I hurriedly answered him, and rushed back to my room before I could even let him reply to me.

In a flash, I entered my room, and put on a pair of clothes, which was a black mini skirt, maroon boots up to my knees, a red top, and a pitch black jacket. I then grabbed a brown belt with my gun on it, and scurried out of my room.

I didn't really focus too much on what to wear and everything else, so I just rushed through everything, but made sure I put on my clothes properly. I noticed that Martyr was standing near the door, waiting for me. "You ready, now?" He asked me.

I nodded. "Yeah, now let's go." I smiled, hiding my mood. I was really proud of my ability to fake expressions, because Martyr was easily fooled, and smiled back. He opened the door, and walked out.

I followed, but shut the door behind us. I walked behind him, knowing that he's memorized the path and won't get lost. Sorry, Martyr, but I'll have to cut our match short... I frowned, thinking about the mission I have to go on. "Martana?" I heard Martyr call me name.

I noticed he was facing me with a worried expression. "Everything okay?" He asked me.

I gave him a fake smile, replacing my frown. "Yep! Everything's fine. Now are we almost there yet, or what?" I replied.

He nodded slowly. "If you say so... We're almost there..." Martyr said. We continued walking until he stopped in front of a large, wide, grassy plain.

He turned to me, and smiled. "We're here!" He announced, grinning.

I blinked. "Wow... you found this place all on your own?" I asked.

"Yep! I sure did!" He smiled proudly. He walked to the other side of the field, and drew his guns. "Ready whenever you are!" He said.

I drew my gun also. Now all I needed, was an idea to finish this quickly. I began thinking of multiple ways to finish this little match. I smiled. Perfect... this'll work, no problem.. I smirked, proud of the idea I had come up with.