Ｂｏｏｋ Ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ
B L A C K A N D W H I T E Ｓｅｒｉｅｓ
Amelia is the Number one Demon Slayer on her class and a part of the biggest Institute in Virginia.
Mal, as she likes to be called, from a very young age learned to hate The Dark Ones (Demons) an...
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I didn't think twice. I knew I would change my mind if I would. But it was my fault and I had to fix it, it was the only way. I let a Demon escape and now would make up for it by bringing him in for interrogation. I emptied my schoolbag -- a baby blue, made out of fabric -- and stuffed with all the necessities. A change of clothes, a toothbrush, a hairbrush and of course my Angel Blade. I would have taken my bow and arrows but it wasn't a wise choice.
As if you know about wise choices . . .
I ignored the voice in my head and took out the big, dusty box under my bed. It was the one that I kept my economies -- birthday presents and payments from babysitting -- since I was ten years old. There was a lot of money, along with some family pictures and stuff that I like to collect. I took some money in my bag and kept the rest hidden, not knowing if I was coming back to use them someday.
Now, the only thing that was left was finding a portal, which was not an easy task at all. They had some of those in the weapon's room but how would I get in there without being noticed was a problem. I couldn't just become invisible -- surely they had detectors -- and I couldn't just ask for a portal. No sane man would leave a seventeen-year-old girl go alone Demon hunting in a city as big as New York. I bite my lip nervously -- a habit that I had picked up from my mother-- and thought.
What would I do?
And then it hit me like lighting. Again, how could I not think of that sooner? Was I losing brain cells or something?
Probably the later, I don't think that the thing like the former exists. I mean, how could somebody lose brain cells?
Oh, shut up, will you! I am trying to form a plan here and you are not making any easier!
It was so simple all along. When I was coming out of my father's office I overheard -- as always -- a conversation that he had with his secretary. He was arranging another meeting, this time in Brooklyn, and the only thing that I had to do was sneak in with him. From there I would take a bus to New York and find the raw Demon. But there was a tiny, very tiny problem. The meeting was in a week and nothing told me that Abaddon would still be there by then. Regardless, I had to try. This was my only opportunity to correct my mistake and I should not fail again.
I put my things back to their places and lay down on my bed. One week, one week and everything will be back to normal. I opened the round bottle with the blue cap and held it into my hands thinking. Should I take another dose or just endure the nightmares that await me in my sleep? I needed these pills as much as I needed air these days. An Angel with drug addiction, I laughed. Who would have thought of that . . .
The next day was followed by the same routine, only this time I didn't bother showing up for breakfast. I was so anxious that I kept rethinking and rethinking my plan until my head hurt. Instead of keeping torturing my self I sat down and made a good rerun of the lessons that I lost and then I went to my class. The first period we had Evolution of The Forces and despite being still sleepy from the pills that I consumed last night I managed to write down everything that Miss Collins said. I was just heading at my next class when a sweet voice startled me.
'' I didn't see you at breakfast . . .'' It was Clary that spoke as she ran to catch up with me.
'' Yeah, I wasn't really hungry,'' I replied as casually as I could, unable to look her in the eyes. I didn't want to be distant nor lie to her but I knew that a conversation with her and I would reveal everything to her. Of course, she wouldn't let me, she would even turn me into the principal or worse to my father.
'' Is there something wrong?'' she asked, as she pulled me from my arm. She pulled me to the side and locked her gaze into mine, her eyes big and compelling, seemed bigger and darker than the last time I saw her and her blonde hair covered half of her face. She looked even paler than usual and that made me worry but most of all, there was pain her blue irises. And then it hit me. She was giving me the puppy look in hopes that I'll tell her what was going on. Well, not today princess.
'' If it is because of what happened with that demon then you should know that it wasn't your fault, Mal,'' she said. I nodded when I knew that she was telling lies. It was my fault and I had to fix it. I would fix it.
''Its nothing, really,'' I replied.
She gave me a disbelieving look but dropped it anyway.
''You seem sleepy, didn't you have enough sleep?'' she said instead. Great, from the one undesirable matter to the next. Lucky for me, the bell rang in time and we hurried to our next class.
'' Demons and Angels,'' started Mr Thomas, a twenty-five-year-old history teacher. With his kind face and his round glasses, he could pass as a student here. He was pretty good looking and had taken all the girl's attention from the first day that he laid a foot in our school.
''Black and White. It's that simple, guys, you see a Demon, you kill the Demon. Or you run away if you are only good in history and not in the actual fight,'' he continued and some kids laughed.
''But is it really that simple? Just because your blood is demonic doesn't mean that you have to be bad. Is it possible for genes to convey the evil?'' he said and I ruffled a piece of paper. What was he implying, that Demons could be good? He could lose his job just by saying that in class.
''But Sir, Demons grow up in the underworld, it is possible that they picked up the demonic behaviour from their parents, so Evilness is something transferable in a way,'' argued one of my classmates with a high pitched voice.
''That is correct, Loana. . . But that is not defined by their genes but by the way they grew up,'' he explained and Loan just nodded, not bothering correcting him about her name, something that she normally every time someone calls her with her full name.
''I simply believe that evilness is transferable. No one can change what they are,'' I said, my voice so low that I didn't even hear myself.
I remembered the fire, the agonizing screams of my mother right before she was swallowed by the flames. I never slept the same after that day, not without swallowing pills at least. My father was fast enough to save me but not my mother. She should be here right now, not me. She and her smiles that could change the world. She was killed by a fire, caused by a Demon and that's why I am going to put an end to every Dark one that I encounter until my last breath. I am gonna have my revenge . . .
The bell rang and I was quick to get up from my sit. I walked quickly out of the class in hopes to avoid Clary and her interrogative glazes.
''One week . . .'' I whispered to myself as if it would solve all the problems of the world.
