Frightened and shocked that the monster actually managed to understand what he said, Jared stumbled back, slamming his back into the door lost for words. Seeing that the monster couldn't move, Jared took his eyes off of it and glanced at his desk, still littered with crumbs from his overnight cramming.
' I should still have some chips in my drawer but I don't think it's going to do much.'
Looking back at the creature that didn't dare muster the energy to crawl, Jared continued to brace against the wall, shifting closer to his desk with the slightest of footsteps.
" This is crazy, this is crazy!" he muttered, but he still hugged the wall on his way to his desk.
Reaching into his drawer, taking a single chip from the bag, Jared slowly approached the animal.
" You said you wanted food. Be a good little girl and you can have more."
Jared took a knee, reaching ever closer to the animal's face. Hovering over the monster's head, Jared waved the chip, waiting for a slow and gradual effort to eat.
In an instant, the monster's head chomped down on Jared's hand. With a look of sheer horror plastered on Jared's face, he could feel the blood slowly slide down his hand. A strange sensation overwhelmed his body. Jared knew he should be afraid and should run away. But the more he looked into the beast's deep purple eyes, which oddly enough had a slight pink glint, the more enchanted Jared became. The monster's ears revealed themselves from the hair on its head, twitching, glowing with the same color as her eyes. Within seconds, human-like pupils revealed themselves. Upon noticing the more humane features, like a bolt of lighting, Jared snapped out of the trance.
" AHHHH!!!"
The Creature quickly released his hand, hopping on all fours, dashing to Jared's desk.
"JARED!!!?" A familiar voice cried out to him from down the stairs.
" Brother?!"
The monster hopped to her feet, ripping open the desk, grabbing a handful of chips.
" I'M ON MY WAY!"
The Monster's eyes widened as she turned back to Jared. Her eyes twinkled once more before hearing the frantic and rapid approach of steps. She swiftly turned to the window, running and free jumping from the second floor of the modern chalet house.
Bursting through the door was a young man that looked to be in his very late teens. With a distorted rapier in hand that looked to fade in and out of reality, the man prepared himself. Grabbing hold of his brother and scanning the room, he drew a circle with the tip of his blade on the floor. Once finishing the craft, the man examined his brother's hand.
"What happened?!"
Jared quickly snapped his hand away holding it tightly.
" It's fine, I just hurt myself."
" No shot you think I'm going to believe that. Your room smells like crap, there's wet clothes all over the floor, AND YOU'RE BLEEDING!"
" So? Why are you making this into such a big deal? Your room is like that most of the time and you come home drenched in blood."
" That's beca-"
" Aizen, you're only five years older than me. Stop pretending like you care!"
The writing on the floor slowly vanished. Aizen slowly stood up, dismantling his weapon in an instant.
" You're right. I don't. No brother of mine would choose to be a Journalist. "
Aizen walked toward the door.
" Hurry up and get ready. And take a shower while you're at it. You reek." Saying so as he walked through the door."
Not saying a word, Jared looked at his hand and the ground where that monster collapsed. Although scared it would come back, all he could remember was the enchanting glow in its eyes. "Those eyes… they were strangely human, no?"
Turning to the wet spot on the ground, Jared knelt. Laid there were wet sheets, not patches of fur or hide but pieces of cloth, clearly battered and worn. Under it all, sat firmly in its center, a black journal, roughly larger than the ones held in a pocket.
Curious, Jared picked it up, stuffing it into his messenger style bag before walking out the room.
…
Music blared accompanied by flashing lights in the underground rave. One could barely make out a grown man trying to make his way through the sea of people. With drinks flying through the air and what some would call singing, to this man it was just well timed screams to a beat that could be heard echoing throughout the area. Unsatisfied, the man held his drink tight and close to his chest. With a tattoo resembling what looked like a snake wrapped around something. However, the rest couldn't be seen due to his clothes.
"Damn this crowd, I can't even hear myself think. AH?"
Accidentally running into a lady, his chest felt like he hit a truck.
" I'm sorry! So sorry!" The lady started to panic.
" It's fine, it's nothing serious!" The fellow said.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
The lady gently placed her hand along his arm, looking into his eyes.
" Beautiful eyes." the man muttered
" What was that?"
" I'm fine."
The man swiftly hurried off with the drinks, breaking through the crowd till he found a hallway devoid of people. It was strange, but just what the man was looking for. As he walked down the hall, the sounds of the party slowly started to fade, being compressed by the hall itself. The man waved his hands around the room and Runes slowly started to install themselves in the rims of the door implying an extra coat of defense.
" Triple silence rune and one epic network suppression."
Looking for a room that matched that description, the man walked in. The room was dimly lit with red couches and a single black table in the center. Eyes turned to the man walking in with his drinks, silently waiting for the door to be closed behind him.
Once the door closed and the man took his seat, the male leading figure at the head of the table looked up and around him.
"Is that everyone?"
No one answered until the head looked at the lady next to him. She scrolled through the paper list until reaching the last name on the page.
" That's everyone, you're free to speak."
"Alright, send confirmation to Squadron 1. Let them know they can proceed as scheduled and that we'll begin our operation shortly."
Revealing itself behind the girl, a flattened sphere appeared. Its center glowed black before quickly vanishing. The head of the table cracked a smile, looking around the room.
" As you know, today we'll be starting our attack on the nation of Caster. All those who are here today are tasked with suppressing reinforcements before the job is done. I'm a man of few words so let's finish our drinks and get to work."
The room echoed with cheers of confirmation from everyone elated to finally start this job.
"Here's your drinks."
In an instant, the room went dead silent as a lady stood in front of the closed and locked door with two bottles in her hands. Not a single one of them were able to sense her presence or hear the door be opened. It was almost as if she was there the whole time, waiting for a moment to speak.
Worried about what she might have heard, no one made a move, just analyzed the situation to the best of their abilities. The head of the table looked over to the man closest to her and nodded.
" Alright, here's the drinks."
The lady stepped forward. Laying and placing the bottle on the table, a swift shadow blocked the light over her.
' I guess she wasn't a threat after all.'
Bursting with speed, the lady's elbow slammed into his neck. Before he even knew it, the fight had started.
Everyone jumped from their seats with all eyes locked on her. There was no getting away.
Breaking a hole in his windpipe, the waitress grabbed his head. With a loud boom, his body laid unconscious in the center of the table.
Closing the distance another hand quickly reached for the ladies face. Rolling with the motion, she held onto his hand, flinging both of them across the table, crushing him under her weight and force.
Jamming her knee into the gut as they slid across the floor. His shirt ripped, revealing the rest of the tattoo. The snake wrapped around a broken saw blade looping through the holes in the metal.
" I guess the info wasn't shady enough."
" You Bitch!"
The lady's eyes widened as she narrowly dodged hits aimed at her face. Unable to dodge a punch from the horned man, she took the hit head on. Crashing into several objects, she scraped her hand and knees along the floor before jumping over the fools waiting behind her. This time slamming her shins into the rib cage of one of the men.
The organizer jammed his leg into the table, snapping toward the communicator.
" WHO IS SHE! Fuck, it doesn't matter! HURRY UP AND LET THE MAIN FORCE KNOW OUR POSITION IS COMPROMISED!"
" I'M ON IT, I'M ON IT! Come on! Come on!"
Barely able to be formed completely, a speeding fork crushed straight into the center of the object, pinning it to the wall. The Lady quickly jumped over the table, tackling and slamming the communicator's head into the wall.
With a beefy kick to the stomach, the waitress' body went numb as another brute pushed and slammed her shoulder. With no control, the waitress' limp body dropped to her knees. A muscular grip wrapped her neck, pulling her from the ground.
" You're going to tell me everything you know." With a sudden squeeze, parts of her body became rag like, losing all feeling. "YOU GOT ME?!"
Not squirming, not even a little, the lady looked down, making eye contact with the fellow gripping her neck.
" Did you really think I was going to walk in here and fight one versus twenty without a couple tricks up my sleeve."
Without a second to react, the both of them burst into flames. Frying his skin in an instant while leaving her with minimal injuries.
Reflexively releasing her to protect himself, the waitress effortlessly cracked his windpipe with the heel of her foot, sending him to the ground.
She turned to look at the thirteen of them that remained as her red indigo eyes slightly glowed.
" How many of you want to keep on going before someone starts spilling the tea?"