Sins Chaos

Chapter Twenty-Six

Aerin

I entered the commons and that's where my morning went to Hell in a gilded handbasket.

You know, I really, really needed to learn how to keep my big fat nose out of problems that were not my own. I just needed to be like the average college student and ignore ninety-five percent of what went on around me, whether it was right or wrong.

Honestly, most of the time I would have, especially while living in the same apartment as two RAPA agents and a Paranormal Military lieutenant. Not to mention being the daughter of the Immortal Guard leader. There was something about Jac Paiser that I could never ignore. His particular level of douchebag always caught my attention.

Jac Paiser was a part of the Paranormal Military. The PM policed and otherwise attempted to control the paranormal community. Dark Chaos Division worked very closely with the PM in achieving this goal.

The Immortal Guard (IG) was... Well, honestly, exactly what the name implied. It was a bunch of immortal creatures that were given too much power. The IG had Rixton Industrial by the balls, which was how Dark Chaos Division came to be. It was a mutual agreement to keep the Interdimensional Realms in the dark about who really controlled the realms. Basically, the IG kept Rixton Biochemical Corp's balls on display as a reminder of who controlled whom.

Humans were off limits to both the Paranormal Military and the Immortal Guard, even the few—i.e. Rixton Biochemical Corp, Rixton Industries, and Chetanzi Security Solutions (CSS) —that knew about the supernatural. Humans were governed by RAPA and the human military. Period. There were no ands, ifs, or buts about it.

The humans that knew about the supernatural—identified by the third eye tattoo on the inside of their right wrist—they were governed by RAPA.

Since I despised ninety-nine percent of the PM...

Yeah, I couldn't help myself.

I was coming down the west pathway into the northern commons, which was where my first session twenty-first century history class was located, when I spotted a commotion near the building my class was located in. As I got closer to the building, I noticed that the cause of the commotion was Jac and one of his Lucifer's Star cronies picking on a couple of students.

I recognized the students from my third session biochemistry class. The guy trapped against my locker with spiked red hair, boyish good looks, and piercing blue eyes, was named David Jalisa. The shy, quiet girl with the black-rimmed glasses, doe eyes, and oval face framed by curly dark brown hair next to him was named Melissa Barrington.

I walked up to them, my messenger bag secured against my chest. Jac had David pushed back against the brick building, the front of David's shirt bunched into his fists. Melissa was being held against the building with a male hand against her chest. She looked really uncomfortable.

Sadly, this wasn't unusual behavior for members of the PM. They pretty much got carte blanche when it came to dealing with paranormal creatures. Their power was very rarely challenged, which allowed a lot of the members of the PM—who, for the record, have been card carrying members since their first life cycle—to become huge bullies. They occasionally overstepped their boundaries in the human world, especially when they were solidifying their human covers by acting like the douchebags they were in any realm.

I lived to challenge their authority.

"Did you seriously look at me?" Jac demanded, his face inches from David's. "I'm not your type nor am I wet dream material. You don't look at me, ever. Are we clear?"