What's a pedobear? I've never heard of such a thing.
Reaper took no notice in her silence as he lost himself in his memories again. He remembered being in the foster home for a week before he'd strangled a child older than him because he teased him for the scars on his back. "You don't know what you're talking about!" Zane had cried, beating his fists against the wall. The other boy kept pushing, Sure I do. You were a slave boy and you done run away! I know you did. You used to work for my father, didn't you!" The boys often came up with this ridiculous remark and Zane always rose to the bait, "Lies! My father killed your father because he was a Templar!" The boy struck him in the face, "Quiet! Now on your knees like a good little slave boy!" After that Zane had strangled the boy and was cast out into the streets. Reaper gazed longingly into the windows they passed by and watched the mothers and fathers watch over their children as they slept. He caught his reflection in the window and stopped, frightened by how much he looked like his father now. The cold eyes, the silver hair and even the over-confident way he stood...all reminded him of his father.
Reaper didn't smile back, his gray eyes still looked like he was burning on the inside. He took her words to mean how he was just a few hours ago instead of the true him. No one wanted to see the true him, he was a murderer and he knew it. "Come on Mya, lets head back now. I guess taking a walk hasn't been the best decision I've made all day. I really should stop going to public places." He tried and failed to sound nonchalant.
Reaper tossed the body into the nearest haystack, "Well, I'm un-understandable. If that's even a word. I've broken the Creed haven't I?" He held his side together with one hand while the other sub-consciously touched the back of his neck.
Awww, somebody needs a cookie.
Reaper shut his eyes and grunted, "No, don't apologize. I shouldn't have killed them," he gestured back to the men and flinched at his still extended hidden blade. Sliding it away he knelt beside the men and closed their fearfilled eyes gently, "I know better than that. No one knows my history, because I chose to keep it to myself for these past ten years. The first two, everyone knew, it made me who i am. They told me I was a born killer, something that was born and trained to be the perfect killer. They died and took my secret with them. My history died back then and I don't want to bring it back." He looked at her, his eyes burning, "My name is reminder of my past enough." Standing, he lifted one man in his arms, "Please don't hate me, Mya."
Wow, that has to be the coolest liscense plate I've ever seen! I wish I could make that my liscense plate.
Reaper shook his head slowly, "I didn't choose this Mya. This is the way I was raised." The blood and rush of old memories made him sober again, "This is what twelve years of killing will do to you. Your first instinct is to kill or be killed. Now do you see why people cast me aside? Why I couldn't find a foster family after my father was killed?!" His voice was strained and hoarse, "The way he raised me...no one can get over something like that. All the beatings, the punishments when I refused to kill! Don't you understand?!" he stopped yelling at her and felt a wetness at his side. Looking down, he noticed he'd torn open his stitches fighting, "Dammit."
Reaper stabbed his hidden blade into the man's throat and leaped at the other before he could run. "Where do you think you're going? Supporting the Templars just because they say they keep you safe! There is no redemption for any of us!" Killing the two men, Reaper stood, his clothes covered in blood and turned back to Mya looking very much like his name suggested. The reaper of death. Reaper's hidden blade glistened with blood and his eyes were dull, "I..."
OOC: Night!
OOC: That sounds wonderful. :) I like the time too. I'll definately be on, but in case I'm not it means my internet has shorted out on me (heads will roll if that happens) but just keep me along.
Reaper's fogged brain gave the only signal he knew how to comprehend, drunk or sober. He'd have to fight them. Simple. Keeping his hidden blades in he moved closer to them, "If you have any weapons I suggest you throw them down." They laughed and he shrugged, "Alright, surprise me." A dagger gleamed in one's hand as he rushed Reaper. Reaper blocked it with his forearm and punched him directly in the face, "That's for making Mya take me from the bar." The dagger fell from his hand and Reaper's hidden blade flicked out, "This'll be for the comment about Mya!"
Hmm you're right, but most the stuff I'm afraid to do isn't that life threatening. And the hurting people, I'll wait until their slow so I can just turn tail and flee before they get a swing at me. XP it'd be so much fun if I could live forever I'd probably forget about everything else and just travel the world. Living forever I'm sure I'd figure out some way to make a lot of money fast. Like the cure to cancer.
Reaper flinched, "Ouch Mya, that hurts." He laughed hysterically. The men smiled evily, "Well well well, look who we have here. I think his little girlfriend wants to bargain his ass for hers." Reaper's laughter stopped immediately and he moved Mya behind him, "How 'bout you say that to my face!"
OOC: yeah how's that going for her? I sure hope the rest of my team's on later tonight. Xen's got places to go, people to hurt, and other things to do...
OOC: Wait, I get two Keyblades? What am I Sora? JK it's cool.
"Why Mya, are you afraid of me?" He didn't slacken his grip until a few of the men from the bar burst outside and glared at him, "You still here?"
Reaper stopped and twirled her around and into his arms, "So what if it is?" His face became suddenly serious, "If you tell anyone that name....I'll kill you." He didn't use a weapon to threaten her, simply crushed her to his chest.
Reaper sighed dramatically, "That's what all the women say eventually. You do realize they don't like me for my personality. Once they see the Zane that's underneath all this armor, they call me filthy and cast me outside like damn dog." Reaper didn't catch his words as he spoke his real name to Mya and continued stumbling along after her.
The first thing i'd do is everything I'm originally afraid to do. If I can't die, and heal no matter how fatal, what's there to be afraid of? Then I'd proceed to beat the living sh!t out of everybody who's seriously pissed me off. See if they take me seriously then. I'd continue living my life as is. there's nothing wrong with how I'm living now. I don't believe I'd get bored living forever. It'd be too much fun but if I ever did get sick of seeing everybody I love die before me, yes I'd die if there was a way.
