And She Should Be Dead.

Chapter 7

Of course the day would start like this. Lyra rushing to dress, eating previously inedible slop as if it were cake and ice cream, and rushing out the door into an unforgiving world all alone. I'll admit, she's more dangerous to this world than vice versa, but either way is my job to protect her. However this may prove difficult, for Lyra is highly afraid of me now I fear, so I don't let her see me. She prances joyfully down the alleys, my calm steps hidden by a sweet, excited tune escaping from her lips. She practically throws herself inside, greeting each new friend with a smile and cheery introduction. The day goes by much too slow, each minute, each conversation threatening everything. Perhaps I'm too nervous about this whole thing, after all I've never exactly been a guardian before. She may be just fine, even without me watching constantly. I feel myself drift into my own thoughts for a while, I fail to rember how long, but when I returned my gaze to her she was speaking with a young man, giggling like a fool. The boy leans against the counter and tells her how cute she is, ignoring the customers behind him. I felt my stomach turn, I couldn't talk to her now, there was a crowd surrounding the counter that only grew as the young boy neglected them, so I would have to wait. Wait for her to finish her shift, then afterwards speak to her about her new "friend".

As this nauseating day finally comes to a close, Lyra and her friend walk outside, they went separate ways and I followed close behind Lyra. My mind wandered as I wondered exactly how I would begin our conversation. As I thought, I noticed Lyra slow and stop occasionally, she must've noticed me, so I suppose now would be the best time for us to talk.
"Lyra." I swear at that moment I could hear her heart pounding, I feared I would give her a heart attack. " Lyra, don't be afraid, it's me-" But I couldn't finish my thought. Lyra whipped around and tripped me, I was stunned, no one had taken a swipe at the Grimm reaper before, and before I could regain my composure she, well, she sprayed me in the face with her pepper spray. And so I sat there, unable to move as my eyes watered and the cuts about my face seared with pain. She ran away as I sat there. For a good hour, I was putting up with my torture and feeling pity towards myself for losing a battle to a little girl. When my pain finally ceased I stood and stumbled along towards the orphanage.

This child's disobedience would not go unpunished.