Everview (on hold)

Chapter 1

Present time

My heart pounded as I sprinted through the forest chasing after my bounty. It's not that I didn't like running, I loved running, but this was my last job for this week and I wanted chocolate.

The demon I was chasing was a nasty piece of work. He had a nice bounty on his head and lured his victims in with his voice then ate them. Kinda like a siren minus the eating part. I was wearing earplugs so his voice wouldn't affect me.

A blast of green light hurled towards me so fast, I barely had time to duck. It hit the tree behind me, sucking the life from its trunk. The entire tree exploded into dust and splinters, covering my crouched figure. I stood up and sprinted into a clearing filled with tall grass. The demon was in the center, both hands lit up with the weird light.

Quick as lighting, I drew my daggers from the Void and flung them one after the other before he could throw his death lights. He roared as they sunk into his shoulder and chest, but launched a potion bomb at me.

I dodged, and it shattered on a tree, splattering the arm of my leather jacket in a hissing glowing green sludge. I peeled off my jacket as fast as I could before the acid burnt through the thick material and called my daggers back to my hands.

Normally, being stabbed by 2 6 inch daggers would at least stop your average demon from attacking, but this one was strong and ancient. It would take a lot more than 2 daggers to take him down.

Ducking behind a tree, I patted pockets looking for a potion I brewed weeks ago, trying to suck in as much air as I could. I had to chase the demon for around 3 miles through a dense forest while avoiding his death lights.

In a world full of magic, not having magic is one of the worst things possible, especially for a bounty hunter like me. If I couldn't have magic, I would give myself the next best thing. Potions. Whenever I had extra time on my hands, you would find me perfecting my potion brewing skills like a mad scientist.

Suddenly, I was showered with dust, my cover gone, I dived behind a cluster of thick trees to my right, moving from tree to tree while resuming my hunt. 

After many nerve wracking seconds, I found the tiny vial in one of my many pockets only to see a huge crack along the bottom. Nearly half the potion was gone, but I couldn't see any way out of this, so I drank, praying it would be enough.

I winced, I would have to work on the taste. If the potion worked, I would have magic proof "iron skin" for the next few minutes, which meant I wouldn't have to worry about being turned to dust.

I jumped out from behind the trees, a blade in each hand, feeling my heart pick up. The demon continued to hurl light at me, but I dodged them, just a hair's breadth from being hit.

I threw my daggers once again, aiming for his hands but missed. When I called my daggers back to my hands, I only caught one. My other one was stuck in the demon's tight grip.

Faster than my eyes could follow, he threw it and I barely managed to avoid being stabbed. It sliced through my bicep instead, embedding itself in a tree behind me. I grunted, trying to ignore the pain. I could feel my warm, sticky, blood seeping down my arm, soaking my shirt. My second dagger disappeared from the tree into my waiting hand.

It was my turn.

I flung both daggers, piercing the demon's hands right as one of his Death Lights hit my stomach.

I staggered. A feeling of nausea swept over me. I wanted to vomit. I could feel my energy draining from my body, but I fought against the exhaustion, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The demon was no longer flinging death light around and was pulling my bloody daggers out of his hands. Gray blood ran down his fingers onto the grass that shriveled up as soon as the blood made contact. 

He dropped my blades, but before they could hit the ground, they appeared in my hands and I let one fly, nailing him in the neck. He collapsed. Figuring it was safe, I removed my earplugs,

He wasn't dead yet, I could hear his strangled breaths, the blood gurgling in his throat. I knelt down to finish the job.

"I know what you"-He coughed-"are" I frowned. What? I was a human. That was no secret.

"What are you talking about?"

"I know what you are Jacklyn Riley Winters." I froze. It had been almost 10 years since I had heard someone say my full name. Everyone in my new life with the exception of Astrid knew me as Riley Walker.

"What did you say?" I felt as if I were trapped in a block of ice.

"The last half-blood." he wheezed.

"My name is Riley Walker." I whispered, my voice too quiet. "Who sent you!" I asked, louder and shook the demon's shoulders hoping to get an answer, but I was too late. Blood gurgled in his throat as he took his last breath and his glowing eyes dimmed. Then he started to disintegrate. He was gone.

You couldn't really kill a demon, only send it back to whatever afterlife it came from. One day, this demon would make its way back to earth to be killed again.

"No!"

I threw my other dagger with my good arm, embedding it up to its hilt in a tree as frustration and panic overtook me. Before I could spiral out of control any further, I took a few deep breaths, getting my emotions under control. This was the first time I wanted a demon to live. Freaking out wouldn't help.

How had the demon known who I was? Did something happen with my protection charms? He could have been summoned by the Council of Mythica, but they didn't use demons. And why did he call me a Half-Blood? I needed to calm down, I couldn't think straight.

The adrenaline was fading and the world was starting to spin. I gritted my teeth and did my best to compose myself. I made the rip in my shirt a bit bigger so I could see how bad it was.

Before the Maze, I would have vomited at the sight of so much blood, and freaked out, but that was a long time ago, and I had long since learned how to deal with it.

I gritted my teeth and quickly pulled one of my healing potions I always carried for situations like this from my belt. I poured half of it on my arm and drained the rest. My arm wouldn't be fully healed, it would ache for a few more days as my body fixed the little details the potion would miss. As the pain faded, and my other scratches from branches stitched themselves together, I summoned my camera from the void.

I snapped a quick picture of the demon's ashes as evidence that the demon was dead and tucked it back into the void. I freed a small glass vial of translucent blue liquid from my belt.

This had taken me months to develop and another month to concentrate it. Now, one sip would take me anywhere in the world, no matter the distance unlike a Void Crystal whose power depended on the maker.

I drank. The ground vanished from beneath me and I plunged into the void, imagining my home. 

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Ok, so the part where he says Half-Blood, can people talk after they've been stabbed in the neck? Please comment any suggestions or tips to make this chapter smoother or more realistic. I know this is a pice of fiction, but I still want it to have some real life logic.

 Also, turtles can breathe through their butts!

~Nick