Star-Crossed Myth: Scorpio and the Upper Level

Chapter 1: The Difference Between Giving and Sacrificing

Scalatro's P.O.V

After that little suicide mission I did when I was a Celestial, the memory burned my mind making me have nightmares whenever I was asleep. I didn't have to sleep back then, so when I just randomly drifted off on a bench, I had nightmares of Z's Snape-looking self. Except he was worse than Snape because he didn't have any good intentions. When you have a best friend that had a sudden interest in reading, it's hard not to ignore it.

Now that I was human, and didn't have any parents, aged really quickly, (I may look 20 but I'm not even 3 years old) and...I can't age anymore. So...that stinks. I REALLY hate the king now, I refuse to call that twisted, little puppeteer my father. But in advance, I very much hate Z as much as I hate that king. And...even though I had wiped them off the face of the Earth, the Black Crows, Z was still alive to kill him, so I've sensed...

Scalatro: "Uh...ow...my gosh..."

I press down on my wound that I had apparently gotten from some rookie's miscalculated aim. I had given that rookie a piece of my mind. Oh, and if you're wondering what I'm talking about...

Z: "Ah, if it isn't our adorable, little, 'Angel with the Shotgun'."

Yes, Z, my arch enemy was calling me 'adorable' pet names. I couldn't help but smirk at that petty nickname. I comfortably lounge and toss my gun onto my office desk. I owned an office and a place in the Black Crow as a major rank, in the Scorpion Division. Yes, as ironic as it was, it was named the Scorpion Division just for moi.

Z: "Now...have you ever...wanted to see a house burn down, my little princess?"

Ugh...well, what does the terrorist me says...?

Scalatro: "It depends on the flames."

Z: "Come, I have something to show you, a surprise, my fallen angel."

I still find the nicknames slightly annoying, but I've grown to adjust to it...sort of. He escorts me to a sleek, black limousine, and drive us to...a familiar house...I hear the screams of my name, MY NAME, from a female, FAMILIAR, figure. I can see a woman and a baby crib out the window, through one of the house's.

Scalatro: "Who's...who's house is this...?"

Z: "It's surprising, our demon queen, for you to care who is dying or not."

If I was the Celestial who killed every human evil, I wouldn't give a care. I was in this terrorist business just to torture myself until I die, here. But...I didn't think...SHE...would still be ALIVE and HERE IN TOKYO STILL.

Scalatro: "Mara...Mara...Mara...NO!!!"

Z: "Ayla?"

I dash out of the limo and inside the burning house. I try to find the stairs to what I think is the nursery room, seeing that there was a baby crib. I shoot down every door of the top floor and finally find Mara...that human girl from the past, on the floor crying, and her foot trapped under a rocking chair.

Scalatro: "Mara! I'll save you! Hold on!"

Mara: "I...I know that voice...Scalatro? You're...human? Your aura shrunk..."

Scalatro: "Look I died, and I became human. Now zip it or you're gonna die in a fire."

Mara: "No...don't save me...save him...I've realized that...you haven't been happy without him..."

Scalatro: "What're you TALKING about?! It's been forever since I've seen your FACE!!!"

Mara: "Yeah, but...I was with you when you met...Scorpio..."

Scalatro: "Whatever! What is with this CHAIR?! Ugh...it's jammed in the wall...*cough, cough*"

Mara: "Leave me...get out of here...take him...with you..."

Scalatro: "I am NOT leaving you here to...wait...what?"

The fire had been raging for a long time and the smoke had maybe done something to my ears...I didn't get what she said about 'take him with you'.

Scalatro: "Bring...who with me...?"

Mara: "Scorpio..."

Scalatro: "Unless you're seeing the dead, Mara, I can't bring a dead guy with me! Especially Scorpio!"

Mara stares at the baby crib, a crying sound finally erupts from it. I look inside the crib and saw a little baby boy with black hair, a chunk of it longer than the other side. Just like Mara...just like me. The first time I had met that human man, I thought he and Mara were siblings, but they weren't. But, Mara and me had the same black hair, and a chunk of it over covering one side of our faces. Except hers covered her left side, like Scorpio, and mine covered my right. But the baby inside wasn't just some memorial. It was him.

Scalatro: "No...way...this isn't him. It CAN'T be him..."

Mara: "I...had been wishing for this...for a long time..."

Scalatro: "Wishing for a NIGHTMARE to be REBORN, for crying out loud?!"

Mara: "Take him with you..."

Scalatro: "No! I'm sorry if you didn't KNOW but I'm a TERRORIST! He'll just be the one thing that he hates in life!"

I'm now pleading, not wanting him to go through that, even if wasn't even Scorpio.

Mara: "If you won't leave with him...I'll leave first."

In her hand, she raises my shotgun (how I got my name) and points it to her heart, clicked the safety off, and fired the gun. She falls to the floor dead while I'm screaming and crying for her. I was about to kill the baby thinking he was the root cause for this, then it hit me that he WAS Scorpio, the human I wanted to protect a long time ago. I hold her close...one last time. Then I rip the wretched baby from its crib and hauled it out of the burning house. Wiping my tears along the way. I retreat to the bunker seeing that Z had already left.

*****

Z: "Who is that?"

Z glared at the sooty baby boy in my hands, who was bawling its eyeballs out. I try calming the baby down, feeling and probably looking pretty ridiculous. Z's face was priceless though.

Z: "Oh...maybe that's why you took HIM in. We had too many hitting their 18th birthday...am I correct?"

He says sounding hopeful. I nod my head and toss the baby into Z's arms. He catches him effortlessly. What he means 'hitting their 18th birthday', is that the rule in the Scorpion Division, that says once you hit your 18th birthday, you have to fight me and try to kill me. If you do, you become major of the division, and can rule it however you want. If you can't kill me, I just kill YOU. And no one has killed me YET. But HE might.

Scalatro: "He'll start in this division. Subject 18. New recruit. Night."

Z: "Good night, my black winged girl."

I think he hates him as much as the king did. Just saying.