Various One Shots

Something a Bit Different

Okay, so I've been working on my own little stories, and I haven't been getting any requests (hint hint) so I've decided to post a part of one of these stories and see how it goes.

I stare at myself in the mirror, and can't help the thought that enters my mind as I finger the blue bangs, What the hell was I thinking?

Of course I had to get it dyed blue before I died. I knew I was going to die, so why blue? It wasn't a horrible color, actually it would be quite pretty if I had my old brown eyes. Instead I had these deep, blood red, eyes. Everything about you stays the same when you die, those are just the rules, but apparently, when you become a demon, you get stuck with this ugly color. I pull at the watermark of my eye, exposing the pink muscle beneath.

Die, Dye, Dyed, Dead.

"Ugh." I audibly groan and let go of the skin, it snaps back into place.

I look around the empty bathroom. It's nighttime, although hardly silent. Crickets chirp peacefully, wind blows through the leaves, and occasionally I can hear miscellaneous animals scampering along the pavement.

I treasure the aboveground missions. When I get to see earth and it's people, it's wildlife. Up here is beauty compared to down there. We don't have many animals down there, and none of them could be considered harmless. Any critters down there looked like warped and corroded versions of the normal ones up here, ones that could kill us if we weren't already dead. Speaking of critters...

"What are you doing here so late at night?!" A whisper-yell floats my way from behind me. I turn and see the new girl that I'm here to train, Sophie, a worrywart in all respects, someone who I am amazed got on the devil's force in the first place.

I turn to her with a bored expression, "Looking at my clashing reflection in the mirror. What of it?"

"You're going to get us caught!"

"No. You are." I say. She gives me a quizzical look, "You're whispering sharply, and needlessly, might I add, whispering makes people curious, makes people listen. Talking implies that it doesn't matter, plus," I begin to walk past her and into the large room containing various bunks, "These are sleeping children. They act like they hate sleep, but look at them," I poke one's cheek, "fast asleep. Now," I take her hand and begin to lead her outside the lodge, "we have to do our jobs, the job I'm here to teach you how to do."

"Right! I take such pride in my job!" She states cheerily.

"You're too happy for this job." I roll my eyes, "You're a recruiter. Act like it."

"What do we do first?" She asks, seemingly ignoring my previous statement.

I sigh, "First we find him. This part shouldn't be to hard, all the supervisors sleep in the same cabin." I point to the cabin we've stopped in front of, "Next is the hard part, we need to get him alone."

"Why alone?"

"Because you didn't bother to learn any spells before we got here." I walk up to the door, peering in the window of the darkened room before deciding that it's safe to enter, holding open the door for Sophie. I lower my voice, "Now is a good time to whisper. That's lesson two, know how to speak when you speak."

"What was lesson one?"

"Study before you go out on a mission." I reiterate.

Stepping inside of the cabin without making any noise would have been easy with a simple spell, but the restrictions set forth were clear, I can only have as much an advantage as my partner, and my partner had nothing. It was like starting from scratch all over again.

Our shoes tapped on the linoleum noisily, like rats scampering along the floor. As demons we only had slight nightvision, nothing to brag about, but far from useless. We hit carpet and the sound of our footsteps cease, I take a quick look around and start scanning the bunks. Sophie lingers for a moment before following me in my search.

I see something that makes me stop in my tracks and kneel. It's him, the man we're meant to kill. I grab Sophie's wrist and pull her down, having her kneel at my side.

"Is this him?" God, she sounds so ignorant. She saw his picture an hour ago.

"Yes. He's your responsibility, so how would you like to handle it?" I ask.

"What do you think we should do?"

"It's your job, so it's your call."

"But...!"

I shush her, "No 'buts'. You're a demon. A demon, do your job."

"This is my first job. Cut me some slack."

I get it now, she's just the kind of girl that would pair up with the smart kid and leave all the work to them, "You should know that I'm not going to do anything for you during this mission, I'm a supervisor. A chaperone, nothing more."

She gives me a nasty look with a hint of some sort of plea. She still wants me to help her, for whatever reason, but this isn't my job, it's hers.

She lets out a light groan, "Well... I say we smother him."

"Okay. With what?" I inquire, gesturing to the space around us.

"Her blanket." The girl points to a sleeping woman with three blankets covering her person, "She won't care if we steal one, will she?" Sophie says, proud of her solution.

I smirk at her, "Good. Now do it."

Her expression twists, "What?"

"You had a problem, came up with a solution, now produce results."

"But... But he'll..."

"Die? You knew that going into this." I explain, feeling a pang of regret somewhere in my chest, this is why I hate newbie missions, they know that they're going to kill someone, and they're fine with it until the moment of truth. Even the best of them are a little hesitant.

"I don't know if..."

"Look, I know it's hard, but it's okay. He knows he's going to die, and that's fine." I place both hands on his shoulders, "Just get it over with."

She hesitantly stands up and peels a thin blanket off of the woman, balling it up as she goes. She walks up to the man, Angelo Williams, "You... You do this all the time?"

"Yep." I whisper with a slight nod.

She places both hands on the blanket before presses down on Williams' face, being sure to cover his nose and mouth from above the fabric. The man underneath struggles for a few seconds, the strangled sound of screams can be heard from beneath, but they finally die out, signaling that we've done our job. Sophie seems to go limp where she stands, letting go of the blanket. It droops off of his lifeless face, revealing wide open foggy eyes. She stares at him blankly, her expression rivaling that of the dead man's.

I stand up, stretching.

"There's an honest day's work." I remark quietly, "Time to go."

So... Yeah. I call this story Devil's Advocate, and I guess if you guys want more, I'll put it into a separate thing on this page. But, I'm always open to requests, and if you guys want this to be separate, just tell me in the comments or message me, same with requests. And I'm starting to sound like a Youtuber so I'm just going to go.

-edlover524