Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

Killer

After hours of resultless work, I decided to go into our cafeteria. Since our organization was kind of secret, we had our own cafeteria underground. It was lit up, nice warm lights and a wooden interior with a few spots of colour every now and then. I went to the counter, hoping they had my favourite food. Yes! They had lasagna today. Smiling brightly, I stepped into the queue. I took a tray and placed some cutlery on it. Then I chose a drink. Apple juice was always welcome. Then, a minute of waiting and staring at the lasagna later, I finally got to order. My stomach growled in anticipation, as I headed towards my usual seat in a corner. I sat down with my back to the others so I could feel like I was alone. Pulling out my Headphones, I chose a song, I had just recently found. I didn't understand much of the song since it was Korean but I liked the tune and the bass. It made me imagine a field of monsters that I had to fight my way through. Of course I was an awesome fighter and I always made sarcastic comments that sounded as cool as they sound in the movies. Hah, I wish..
But in reality... Well I was a bit clumsy. But I was a pretty good fighter, everyone here knew it. They thought it was because of my demon heritage. But I didn't even need to use my demon powers to take the others out. I was a born fighter. Most of my colleagues associated that with me being a very good killer. Well, they weren't wrong...
I have killed countless demons, witches, wizards, hellhounds, assassins, shadow beasts and even a firepanther. Those were vicious.

Digging into my lasagna, my foot tapped to the beat of the song, my hips swung a bit and I fought my way through the demons in my head.

Once I was done with the lasagna, I picked up my tray and went to the tray collector. I was about to push my tray onto the electronic belt, as something hit me very hard into my side. Surprised by the sudden and hard hit, I fell sideways, barely holding on to my tray. I hissed, when I crashed onto my left elbow. My right hand still held the tray, nothing broken. I sighed in relief. I heard a few people laugh since I must look really stupid right about now. Carefully I stood up, holding the tray with both hands so whoever pushed me in the first place wouldn't be able to hit it out of my hand.

I was angry. Why did everyone always pick on me? As far as I know a lot of people in here owe their life to me. But no, I was a demon so it didn't count. I kept my glance on the ground because I knew that my eyes were flickering between my usual dark brown/almost black and fiery red. I slapped my tray onto the belt and lifted my head, looking dead into the eyes of that guy that had shoved me. "You. Me. In the ring. Now."