Blood Ink

Chapter Ten

                 •Issei•

The ghost girl seemed indifferent to her surroundings. It was something I would realize to be pretty common for normal folk.
Grabbing her wrist I dashed forward, and broke the fence door  to someone's backyard. She let out a surprised yelp. Legally speaking,  this could fall into scenarios like taking a  hostage, kidnapping, ect. There wasn't much time to exchange pleasantries or anything of the sort. I scanned the floor for any near by stones large enough to shatter the glass door of the home, I was also illegally about to break into.

This unfortunate family was about to get the inconvenience of a small house fire. All in the purposes of stunning the dragon I was hunting down. I found a well placed jagged stone, (bricks worked too) and stepped back as the door shattered.

"Who are you!" Ghost girl shouted. She'd finally recovered enough to use her voice. "I'll answer that later." I shoved her inside the house, which also officially made her an accomplice to my crimes. She stared at me like some kind of mass serial killer. She wasn't wrong - although she wasn't the prey I was after. "Stay put." I snapped. As if that command ever really worked for me on anything I ever did. She wasn't an obedient puppy, so chances are she wasn't going to stay, the moment I let her out of my sight.

"If you run you'll die." I yelled as I found my way into the kitchen. "Trust me there is a rampaging dragon out there." No point in hiding the truth, even though such a statement would automatically get you thrown into a looney bin.
There were magnets on the fridge, used cereal bowls in the sink, and left out jam from what appeared to be a fast paced prepared student lunch. Small notes for grocery items, scattered on the counter. I grabbed a kitchen knife and pushed the stove forward. I managed to cut the gas line, and jumped back. Digging through the chaos of the cabinets and all the plastic storage containers, I found the second piece to the puzzle. A toaster.

"A dragon.." I heard ghost girl say. "Oh god." She whispered. She was on cue, "Yeah dragons are real." She seemed to cautiously step backwards. "Before you go around saying I'm a loon. You should hear me out." I answered. I could see the corner of her cellphone peak out from her pocket. I sighed it was always the same with the mundane. You try to help, and their initial reaction is to call the cops.

"Yeah whatever you say... they're definitely real." She whispered sarcastically while whispering something about me being a fucking moron under her breath. "Head toward the front door." I pointed to the door. It was in that moment that time froze, and the hairs on the back on my neck stood. I tensed, ghost girl was smiling she seemed pretty happy with my idea. She had been planning to ditch me anyway. I plugged in the toaster, Just as the fish faced, ugly ass, dragon crashed into the living room.

"Come out, little hunter!" It snarled over the sound of bending and snapping metal. Ghost girl froze in her tracks, and I only had three point five seconds to relish in her 'O' shaped face, for my glorious 'I told ya so' moment. Then, I shoved her onto the ground. "Scat!" I hissed at her, as she crawled away in horror.
I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose and looked toward the area of the crushing metal sounds.
My mind took me to those moments in horror movies where a human usually called out 'hello is anyone there?' Right before they were brutally murdered.

"I'm in the kitchen dragon!" I called out. "Do you want a sandwich?!" I smirked.
I actually considered raiding the contents of this families refrigerator. I'd given myself away on purpose, and ducked just as he came crashing into the kitchen.
"Enjoying your last meal?" The dragon mocked. The arrogance the piece of shit seemed to radiate, was enough to make me almost blow my cover from where I was hiding. There was silence, he was waiting for me to make a move. I wasn't going to indulge him.
"C'mon stop playing hide and seek little mortal." The dragon breathed out. "Aren't we both a little too old for that?" I smiled at his comment and stood up, just as ice spikes hit the metal lid from the trash can I had taken the liberty to grab. "I figured you were an ice type." I answered in a mocking tone.