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My eye flickered to the sound of the pitter-patter of the rats that ran by and poked at my cheek as I laid on the floor. I opened my eyes slightly to see two rats inches from my face trying to tell me something. So loud, yet I'm unable to understand. Their squeaks of help were just annoyance. I sighed and sat up bumping my head on the bed elevated from the floor that I was meaning to sleep on. The rats squeaked to me and I tried my best to listen, suddenly the door of my cell gate opens and the rats scatter off. It's the doctor.

   "Evolene Natas, or should I call you Evil? Since it does sound like your na-"

   I stood up from under my metal bed, dusted my slip on raggy jail dress, scratched the top of my feet and sleepily walked over to him and sat on the wooden chair like I do every month, "I didn't kill anyone, no one has proof that the people who are meaning to put me to death just coincidentally die...Yada-yada-yada..."

   "Oh? Then explain these pictures..." He threw pictures on the ground in front of me and slouched down to look at them.

   "What is this? It's just me smiling", I chuckled a bit at the nurse who was "coincidentally" pushed out the window.

   "Yes it is you smiling", the doctor adjusted his tie and glasses and took out his clipboard, "But it says you smiled after all these coincidental attacks, and this hasn't happened just once, Evolene. Twenty six times. Twenty six lives. Whenever we try to put you asleep. We all know you are not just a mental psychopathic person, you are more. Aren't you?"

   "You think I have some magic power? Is that what you're saying. You're talking to a child thats been locked up in a cell since she was 10 years old. I've been here for six long years, Doc. Anyone who would stay that long in this s**t-hole in a young age would eventually turn crazy"

   "You act like you don't know what you did, Evolene. To all those people, to all  those loved ones" He leaned in with an intimidating face. I know what he wants. He wants me to crack and seriously go crazy, like before. He wants to see me crazy, but I'm not crazy. I know what I did, but what I did, was not "I". 

    The doctor took out an awfully large file with my name printed in blank in on it that I've seen over a hundred times and he began reading, "November 28th, Midnight, a chaotic child at the age of ten rampages the whole village killing everyone in sight with magnificent strength and power. Killing grandparents to first born babies and even pregnant women. The kill-streak is 113 people and 10 fataly injured. The child left the village burning in ashes and was found in a forest not far from the village. The child's parents were found stabbed multiple times to the heart and face. The child says to remember hardly any of this and the rest is enclosed as confidential information" 

    I stayed quiet in my chair playing with my unwashed hair and fiddled with my fingers as my mind took me back to that time. My eye twitched and I began shaking my leg, having a recap from the past. I didn't know what was going on, my body over controlled me. The tears and the screams were like playing with barbie dolls. They were like toys. Since I was ten years old, I have been questioned and examined on. So many tests, so many minutes wasted... Everything in my body looks normal, nothing special about it. Its not like I have blood of a cobra, or my brain is half mutant. I'm just a normal human child on the outside.

    "Are you sure you have no powers or such....?"

    I wouldn't call them powers, because it makes me sound a bit troublesome. I live in a world where things in horror movies, fantasy books, and nightmares are real. Well, they have always been real, it's just that the human race found out about them a bit late. My parents use to tell me this story every night when they were alive. It all started a long time ago when the world was nothing but nothingness. The creator appeared from the forces of dark and light and decided to create a world where creatures with magnificent powers would roam in peace; such as werewolves, vampires, witches, goblines, Soul suckers, fire dancers and a whole bunch more. We call ourselves creatures. Although, this world didn't last long, a war started. The creator got angered at this foolish argument and decided to make Reapers. Reapers looked like humans; weak, skinless, powerless, insects; With the power to put these creatures to death. A group of creatures created a group called the Arbitrary; which means 'Judgmental'. They thought having a weakling as boss was unfair and wrong. They murdered the first reaper made. His name was Grim, Grim Reaper. The creator got even angrier at his creations and took Grim's four children and made them into Immortal reapers that will continue re-birthing until successfully took control of the whole creatures, which was somewhat a curse to them. One rule of being a reaper is that you cannot commit suicide unless used for a special reason. The Arbitrary laughed at the creator's decision to make more of these things, Since they'll only kill it over and over again. The creator laughed and created a creature that looked similar to the reapers, which was the human race that has intelligent developing minds and could repopulate faster then the creatures. The four main reapers lurk with an appearance of a human and a power like no other hiding from the Arbitrary, to this very day. I'm one of them. 

     I sighed, "I'm a hundred percent sure, doc"

    "Well remember, you can tell me anything.", The doctor looked at me with his crooked smile, " I forgot to mention, someone's here to see you, he's been very intrigue by you.

     My eyes widen at the sudden visiting. I didn't expect anything, I usually felt if a human was going to vis- Oh. That's right, this guy isn't human.

    The cell gate opened with a loud clank that echoed through my cell and a ginormous man stepped out in a black suit and newly shinned shoes. He wore a jet black top hat that covered his eyes and had a mysterious sly smile on. Goosebumps appeared like crazy and I started to get out of my chair almost tipping it over as the doctor left and the man stepped into my cell- pulse rising with every step.

     "Evi", He whispered.

      No one has called me that since my parents died.

     He lifted his sleeve to reveal a tattoo of a blue eye inside a triangle decorated beautifully with symbols lining the triangle. My mind flinched at the sight, wondering if its an Arbitrary that's finally hunted me down. I remember seeing this sign in the books my mother would force me to read, the sign with the eye in the triangle meant "Watcher". Watchers were usually high classed witches or really old witches or warlocks. This guy seemed a bit young to be a Watcher, so he was probably a decedent from a high witch. Watchers were special creatures that could sniff out a Reaper, well basically- sniff out anything, and were very smart and fast in combat. Last time I checked, there's only 10 watchers left in existence. Times have changed, and most of the creature population has converted into Arbitrary teachings, teaching their own children reapers are demons. So, telling  or getting found out by the wrong person you're a reaper can get you in a whole lot of mess. 

     "Evi, dear"

     I was against the wall now, on the floor, while he still stood a good feet away from me. There was a weird vibration in the room, like the feeling of loud steros. I shook my head and covered my ears as he got closer. He knew It was irritating me and he began to smile. I've met the wrong person.

    "Ain't use to magic nowadays, Ehy evi?", he clenched his fist and it shook my head even more as he sent out a magic vibe.

    My heart raced as he rose his hand slowly and I felt like I was being lifted from the ground by great force. He smiled and walked to me clanking his boots to the floor like heels. 

   "Reaper scared? Reaper weak? Reaper...Human?", he grabbed my chin and he aggresivly forced me to look at his eyes. Dark red like blood, and my eyes whirled around as my head began to twitch, my arms trembled and my legs shook as if it were electricuted. He's showing me a memory, I wasn't use to magic during these days so it felt like electricity running through me through my eyes. 

   The memory blurred me out.

   I saw a little girl in a black dress that danced around  the yard in pig tails. The girl's bangs were in the way of her eyes and had small red lips. She turned her head at me and smiled. She spoke in a soft voice..

    "Hey papa! My fangs are growing and I'm still practicing on how to retract my claws! Momma says I'll be a great warrior when i grow up but I don't want to be one. I want to be a dancer like in the musicals we watch, papa!", she hugged me tightly rubbing her face into my stomach. She rose her head slowly. Her eyes seemed to be clawed out viciously, blood dripping down to her cheeks like tears, skin pale as the moon, and teeth so rotten it smelled gruesome. 

    My head flinched as my eyes became heavy and the whole illusion faded out into smoke. I blinked and felt the pain of my neck once again.

   "You killed her, didn't you", he said calmly still having a strong grip to my neck

    Man, it felt strange to see and actually feel magic after how many years. I was silent for a few minutes and looked up at him, "I didn't kill anyone."

   "It was you. It IS you", he released his clench and his hands grew bright red. I was set down and I rubbed my neck as he eyed me up and down with cold eyes.

    " I'm your lawyer. Very good friends with your mother, I know who you are and what you are", He looked down a bit, "I promised her my heart that I would take care of you, and I did. I put you in here to keep safe from the Arbitrary. I would protect you until you fullfil your duties. You killed everyone in my family, Evi. And I promised my heart to your mother that I would take care of you"

     "So you came here to tell me that I'm staying here for the rest of my life?", I stood up moving my hair from my face.

 "Thing is, I have no heart, thus have no promise", he slowly lifted his other sleeve revealing a scar with three slashes and engraved in the middle of the three is a giant "A". This meant Arbitrary. He clenched his fist and the wound glowed dark red. 

   I swallowed my gut. I looked at the small window of my cell room, just to see the doctor watching as I was about to get ebaten up. I watched him flip his clipboard and began writing observations. 

      "You are to be killed...Reaper. You're weak" He lifted his fist and swung at me making me sway like a rag doll to the left. Woken up, I touched my lower lip to see blood, red liquidy blood, something that i haven't seen in a long time. My eyes widened as he hit me again with uch greater force knocking me onto the cement floor, landing on my knees. "Stand up Reaper!"

       He kicked me enough to flip me over on my stomach and I groaned in pain. I spit out blood in my mouth and whipped some off the side of my lip. If I die I will corrupt the flow of the reapers and I seriously wouldn't want to do that. I'm tied of killing people honestly, but one more shouldn't really harm anyone... I haven't used it in so long...If I don't control it It'll be the end for everyone. 

         He kicked my theigh hard enough to make me roll to the other side of the room and I felt my whole body pulse in pain. I was wondering why he was only doing physical attacks on me. He is a warlock and he could of killed me right now. I felt the cold floor upon my cheek as I slowly opened my eyes to his boots--shiny enough to see my beaten face in them. I rose my head slightly to see his palm glow blue with magic and I could feel the adrenalene rush through me. He was going to do a final kill on me and this was it. I couldn't generate anything.

       "You're a waste of my time...", He whispered to himself as his palm glowed much more brighter. "You're as worthless as your father..."

       My eyes widened at such word choice. I grabbed his ankle and i felt a strong power rush through me. My nails grew an inch longer and much thicker. It was as sharp as a cat's claw. I felt my teeth get sharper and my eyes grow larger. I felt as if I just awoken from a long rest.

       "YOU ARE NOTHING" I screamed at him enough to make the only lightbulb in my cell break. It was pitch black but I could see. I could see how foolish he looked feeling around him to see. I laughed deeply to myself as I circled him like a tiger to a blind mice. He rubbed his hands together to make a yellow light  come from his hands and I avoided being spotted.

        "Come out, y-you coward!"

        He...he...he...he...he...

        His power suddenly turned off and I saw the look on his face as it was picth dark again. He looked confused and I began to laugh even more. I let out a deep voice that gave out a loud evil laugh enough to make the whole building lose its power. I heard screams from ignroant nurses from he sudden darkness. I was delusional. I hated him, I want to rip him to shreds and feel his insides against my hands. I want to taste his lucious tastey blood as it pours over me. I felt tingly just thinking about it. I sang a song..

        "Little little witch who kills all the men,

Spare me some mercy and please give in,

Little little witch I know how to kill,

Give me a start that will give me thy will"

         He looked frighten and I felt his goosebumps arise from his skin. He replied "That folk song is old, Evi. Much older than you know"

       I was inches away from his face and he couldn't feel me at all. I smiled and flung my hand across his neck making a deep cut. "And my smile is old, much older than you know" His blood began to pour out like a waterfall and I licked my lips as I began to dig in. 

    

 

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