Unknown's POV
(Heh, you guys had to see this coming.)
I felt the wind blow through my black hair, the cold air cooling down my overheating body.
"Shit... I need to find somewhere to hide." I muttered and ran my fingers through my flame coloured bangs, the greasy feeling uncomfortable.
"Peek-a-boo, mutant." A sinister voice whispered in my ear. I twisted around and swung my katana at the voice.
CLANG!
The sound of metal hitting metal echoed in the silent night. I grunted and put more force on my blade, hoping to break my enemy's grip on his own blade, but to no avail. I jumped back and put my free hand on the dull back of the katana. I blinked my eyes a couple times and let my vision clear up. Finally I could see my pursuer.
He was a man of about my age, possibly even older, with a black tattered button up shirt and dress pants. On his waist he had a sheathe for his sword, and on his face he had spectacles covering his yellow-green eyes.
"C'mon now, Zeke. Just die already so you're out of my sight, you demon eyesore." He scoffed and put his blade on his shoulder. I chuckled.
"I'm not a normal demon, Drake. You and I both know that." I quickly slashed at him, but he backed away from my attack, my blade only cutting a small piece of his black hair off. "Stop being so cocky and leave me alone."
"Why? And let a hybrid like you roam around undetected? You're pathetic." He said and got into an attack-ready stance.
I groaned. "Is that the best insults you can come up with? Pathetic, demon eyesore, hybrid, mutant... You get what I'm saying. You can't intimidate me with those names anymore."
Drake doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down his eyes. I groaned again and turned on my heel, my long black coat billowing behind me. Suddenly, I turned around and put my blade up in defense as Drake swung down hard.
"You're senses are more keen than I had first thought." He said.
"That's what you should always think with a bat. Our sight is poor, but our hearing is much better than any other demon or animal." I sighed and stepped away, pulling my blade back so Drake's sword went down and his defenses were open. I slashed as his back and felt giddy that I had actually landed a hit on him. He screamed out in pain and fell to the ground.
"T-that's a s...stolen death scythe... You thieving hybrid." He stuttered and slowly stood up. He put his swore back into its sheathe. "Just you wait until the dispatchers find out about your existence."
"Why haven't you told them yet? I thought you would have ratted me out by now." I cocked my head.
"Because," his voice began to grow weak, "I want you to die at my own hands." He collapsed on the dirt ground again, his glasses falling off his face.
I sighed and walked away. "Idiot..."
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KONICHIWA~! How's everyone doing this fine day? Good I hope! Now, I know it's short, but I spent at least 1.5-2 hours on this, so be happy I updated it! I'm planning on scanning some of my drawings of the characters and posting them. So if you're confused by any of the character designs you'll have them right there. I know I'm not the best when I comes to describing the way people look.
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