Only Human (Sequal to Monster)

Chapter Three - What Night Brings

I'M SO SORRY! I know I missed last week's update, and I feel really guilty about it. I was busy at a charity dinner on the night I normally sit down and update, so I thought I would be able to update Monday. I was sooo wrong. I work as a waitress after school to save up for collage, and on Monday, out of the blue, my manager comes up to me:

ManagerMan (Think of my manager as a really fat guy, with a slight Boston accent, a balding head, and bushy mustache & eyebrows): Heeey Yuuki, I know that you are the best candidate for the job, so i'm promoting you!

Me: Wait, what-

ManagerMan: You will now work your regular shifts and another half a shift at night, every night.

Me: You're just giving me more work! Are you raising-

ManagerMan: Ten extra dollars an hour.

Me: ... I'll take it...

So yay for me, I got a raise. Boo for me because I couldn't spare any time between school and work to write for you! Again, I'm so sorry.

~Yuuki

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    Mitch felt bad for lying to the team. After the cloaked girl disappeared, he had ran all the way to the bench to meet up with the team. They asked him why he was running, and he lied, saying that a mob of fangirls had tried to gang up on him and chase him down. They bought it, though.

    Now, Mitch was lying alone in his room. After another dream plagued by Dark, he just gave up on trying to catch Z's and stared up at the white ceiling. It was around midnight, and while Mitch's eyelids were heavy with the idea of well needed sleep, the Canadian couldn't even manage to try, let alone get comfortable enough to sleep.

    It was the classic case of your body saying "Yeah, you may be tired, but you are not falling asleep on my watch." If he was too hot with the covers on, he would kick them off. Then, moments later, he would become too cold and have to pull the blankets back on, and that process repeated until Mitch finally gave in and got out of bed.

    He stretched, yawning softly as some bones cracked in his spine. Rolling his shoulders, he walked over to the window, which held a furnished window seat, and sat down, pulling his pajama-clad legs into his chest. His fingers curled around the window and tugged up, welcoming a fresh breeze that greeted him as he opened the window. This was a luxury that Mitch didn't get often. Now that he was inside the walls of Spawn City, he didn't have to worry about mobs at night, and he could open a window and peer out at the large crystal moon.

    But something was on his mind that night. The cloaked girl's words echoed through his head like a shout in a cave.

You will find an ally in your worst enemy, remember that.

Mitch growled in frustration at the thought, crossing his arms. 'How could someone be an ally if they are my worst enemy?' He thought, his fingers playing with the hem of his pajama shirt. 'Enemies and allies are complete opposites, it's impossible to be both... right?'

Mitch sighed through his nose and set his crossed arms on his knees, resting his head sideways on his arms so that he could look out, into the night sky. Before he knew it, he was lulled to sleep by the calm, fresh breeze and the chirp of crickets.

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Mitch knew something was wrong, even though his mind was still drowsy with sleep. He opened his eyes, blinking away the blurriness, to an early morning moon, it's large mass about two hours from dipping below the horizon. He didn't understand his feeling of dread until he turned his head and looked inside his room.

Three

There were three figures in his room. Two were standing next to his bed, like body guards for the one who sat cris-cross on his white sheets like he was supposed to be there in the first place. Immediately, he recognized the cloaked girl from before as one of the two standing next to the bed. This time, her face was visible. Or rather, half her face. She was wearing a bone-white eye mask with purple swirls. He could see the rest of her better though. She was wearing a simple white button up, almost completely buttoned save for the top two and bottom two. On the bottom, she wore a dark brown wool skirt that went all the way down to her ankles. He could see black boots underneath, but it was hard to tell from where she was standing. He could see her hair, dark brown and curly, and her eyes, glowing as fiercely as they had been in the ally, better than before because of her closeness.

The other person standing next to his bed made him think of an emo or gothic guy. It was a male, who stood with his hands leisurely in his pocket. He was really tall, and dressed in black. His shirt, also a button up, was black with shiny silver buttons. He wore black, tight pants, and worn leather boots. His long hair, which went about halfway down his neck, was shiny, straight, and black. His skin looked so pale, that only the faint light of the moon made it shimmer like it was coated with glitter. His eyes were the only thing with color, and they were a bright, glittering maroon. Only then did Mitch notice that there were two white fangs glittering out of his pale lips.

And then there was the male in the middle, sitting in a position that made it seem as if he owned the place. He wore an opened black button up with a white t-shirt underneath and black skinny jeans, and black sneakers laced with white shoelaces. From behind red rimmed sunglasses, icy blue glowing orbs watched his every move like a hawk.

Mitch swallowed the lump in his throat and stood to face the trio. "Who are you?" He asked, thankful that his voice remained strong and clear. The male in the middle smirked, revealing pearly white teeth.

"Oh, my name is Jordan. This is Lena," he says, lazily motioning towards the cloaked girl from before, "and this is Mars." he points to the vampire. "We are here to make an offering to you. In the near future, you are going to need our help. Please do note that we come to you as friends, not as foes, and yet that we are on opposite sides of the playing field in a way. We are your enemies, and your allies. I just wanted to meet the famous Canadian Soul Keeper once before everything goes down. I just wanted to make sure that you knew whose side I was on.." He says, his smirk illuminated as his eyes turned completely white "and whose side you were on."

His voice was a playful rumble, as if he was the Cheshire Cat in human form. And with a snap of his fingers, Mitch was again, alone.

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That was a shit ton more dramatic than I thought it would be, but that's a good thing.