"Guardian Devil of Vale" Blind Male Reader X Blake Belladonna Part II

Chapter 5

I'm falling... No, I'm not falling. I'm leaping, twisting, and turning. The night's cold air tries to comfort me in the best way it can. I can feel everything around. The bricks below my feet, the smell of a blood. The sound of hearts jumping and thrashing against their chests. The taste of anxiety in the air. The feeling of my bruised knuckles wanting no more, but I keep pushing them to hit and bash what I want, who I want. But there's more than physical pain I feel. I feel off. But nonetheless, I keep pushing and pushing.

The last thug out of three stands before me, as we have a standoff. I can tell he's scared straight as his heart is pulsating faster and faster the more we stay still in this alley.

The last thug has one bullet left in his handgun and the barrel is staring me down. "Roman," I say firmly and the thug's heart jumps in freight.

Shooting his gun, the last thug's bullet is swatted back at him with my billy club. The bullet penetrates his thin jacket as it tears itself through the thug's skin and into his shoulder bone.

Going up to the thug's squirming body, my fingers entwine themselves in his hair as our eyes meet. "Roman."

Sometimes I wish I can see. I just want to see the fear in his eyes just so I can live in the moment. So I can just forget about you Blake, just until I do what I need to do and maybe I'll turn my self in for manslaughter against Roman... Or maybe I don't care for you anymore and hopefully, we can forget about each other so I won't feel sorry anymore, Blake.

Didn't really listen to what the thug said. So I had beat it out of him again. "I dunno anything!" The thug sounded choked up from his own tears.

"Then tell me who might know about Roman?"

"Frank. Guy called Frank. He lives in Vale's kitchen." Something clicks in my mind. I don't know why, but feel that I've done this before.

As if my body was acting on its own, I left the man in the alley, broken as I went back to the shelter. Changing from my devil suit, I lay on my bed waiting for sleep. Until... "(Y/N) It's Foggy. We need to talk." Foggy stands over my bed with a very anxious heartbeat. "I've been thinking it over and I made up my mind. You're leaving by tomorrow morning-"

I hiss something to Foggy as I get up.

"I know you're upset (Y/N)." Foggy pulls out some lein from his pockets. "This will get you a hotel room to sleep in, I would give you more but I don't get much money running this shelter."

I want to take the money and thank Foggy, but I never do. I want to say something, anything thing else then what I'm saying. I'm starting to say Devilish things to Foggy, "I know you're not feeling well but, there's no need to say something-" I progressed to yelling at him until I packed all my things into one bag and left the shelter.

Going through the front door of the shelter, I could hear every homeless person in the food court whisper about me, "poor kid."

"glad he's gone."

"What a punk."

I even heard Gary snicker a bit when he looked in my direction. The damn guy is still breathing and somehow I'm the bad guy. Why does everything have to-

Something interesting catches my ear. Someone with a fast heartbeat that's a little too excited.  It was the little girl asking for ice cream a few days ago; shadowing me to the door. I take nothing from it and still marched on. The girl stopped at the door and slowly waved goodbye. I should say goodbye too but, my body is on autopilot at this point.

Though my back feels stiff, my feet are sore, and my head is cloudy from lack of rest, but I still snuck into an alley near the shelter and changed back into my devil costume, starting my search for Roman again. Climbing up the fire escape near me I hear something akin to chains rattling and bouncing up and down one block away from me. Ignoring it I make my way to Vale's kitchen and as I do the sound of metallic chains scraping together follow me from below the rooftops. No matter how fast I went across from rooftop to rooftop, the metallic screeching still followed me. So I stand still and let whatever it is to come closer.

Half a block away I can smell someone's breath. Smells like a strawberry sundae. And something else makes him stink. He doesn't smell like a Faunus. The closest comparison would be the smell of a human. Just a knock off a human.

Around the corner of the street, my sonar can make a better picture of him now. Long unruly hair with a long coat as well. The sounds of metal clacking weren't chains, just some crappy ornaments and talisman littering the man's long coat.

In a flash, he's right behind me and the smell on him almost makes my useless eyes tear up a bit. He smells like a Grimm.

"So, Devil of Vale huh?" The man's voice is smooth as it is nonchalant. "You mind if I take you somewhere and talk?" His talisman clanks around in the wind as my head starts to pulsate with pain.

"I'm a little too busy for that right now." Walking away, the man tries to grab my shoulder.

"Hey-" my elbow meets the man's teeth as he reels back.

"Leave now."

In response to me, the man laughs as his coat sleeve wipes away the blood on his mouth. "And here was me thinkin' this wouldn't be any fun."

Smiling, I turn to face the man. "I guess you got that wrong." My hands tighten around my billy clubs as the man and I circle each other. But the man's heart rate remains very calm as mine starts to rise from my adrenaline. My body aches a bit since I didn't get much rest for the past two days.

"Let's rock!" The man Lounges at me with a kick. Only for me to throw my billy at his nose to send him flat on the ground. But the man still gets up and spits out some more copper smelling blood from his mouth.

With hesitation, I pull out my second billy club as the man runs to me and starts to throw strong punches at me.

Swatting the man's punches down, I stepped forward (with the man still coming forward). My elbow and the man's collarbone collide as it sinks further into his body with an audible pop for anybody close enough to hear.

The man's breathing becomes irregular as his collarbone punctures his one of his internal organs. I hear blood fill lungs as the man tries to say something inaudible, (even for me).

My own chest feels tight and uneasy as I contemplate if I took this fight too far. It feels like if I've done this a dozen times before and the guilt gets worse every time I do it.

'Guy was probably an assassin anyway.' Shaking my thoughts away I focus on the goal at hand. Get to Frank and find Roman. Leaping to the rooftop nearest to me I feel the wind go cold as the sound of tacky metal ornaments moving jingle through the air.

"First I played follow the leader." The man gets up from the ground as his collarbone is set back into place seemingly on its own. "Then you decided to play dirty." He isn't human, not at all. "Now then, let's play some hardball."

Jumping to my rooftop the man leaped over my head and pulled out two pistols to shoot at me.

Rolling out of the way, the man landed on the spot I was standing on and left a few cracks in it.

I'm already panting from just doing simple movements. I need to play it smart and get this talking Nancy to keep yapping. "Why are you here?"

The man stood up tall as he put his hands on his hips. "Oh, you know. My girlfriend wants your girlfriend happy, so she sent me after you. And my girlfriend has a tight leash on me so..."

Blake sent this guy after me? Is she starting to turn on me!? "You're not human! What are you!?"

"You can just call me Dante the Grimm Hunter..." Dante giggles a little.  "Or maybe, in this case, the Devil Hunter!" The mechanical click from the hunter's gun had me reach for my billy club; while I pray that I have enough strength to take him down. Whatever he is.