Jester Girl
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- Seen Jan 6, 2008
The luminous moonlight had dulled out through out the midnight sky. The moon was covered by the drifting, dark grey clouds that formed thanks to the dangerous storms that seemed to be happening quite a lot lately in the city of Cherrygrove. It was quiet for quite some time. Until a scream broke it; a flock of swellows swiftly flew into the sky with calls of terror and hopelessness.
"Daddy!"
A young girl -- seemingly around the age of five or six -- stared hopelessly at the one she had known that he would always save her. But right now he seemed like he was the one needing a hero. Pain struck at his face as the raven colored scyther repetitively striking with his scythes, scarlet eyes glowing devilishly. But even as the little girl cried and cried; the discolored bug pokemon didn't seem to care at all. Actually, he enjoyed her inner pain, fright, and sorrow. He wanted to slice off the old man's head slowly and painfully but knew that he had no orders from Master to do so. There for he wasn't allowed to. Blood dripped from the little girl's father's cheeks and forehead to the grass, dulled out, blue eyes wide as if they were to pop out. But none the less, they stood in place. The man shivered; wanting to cry for help, but he knew that if he did that who ever commanded the scyther to do such a horrible thing might kill his poor daughter. So he stood there, taking the pain as best as her could -- wincing and gasping.
"Finish him off, Reap," Came a nonchalant voice from behind the victim and his daughter. Light, grey eyes scanned the area as he examined the man. The male was tall; lean and slender. He was quite the skinny type and had the appearance that he wasn't the strongest. With the command, the black scyther known as The Reaper slyly smirked and raised his scythes; the moonlight beaming on them as the blood glinted. With one final, swift cut, The Reaper cut through his neck easily. The head rolled to the ground, making the little girl let out one final, heart breaking cry that echoed through the streets of Cherrygrove. For a moment, the scyther was heading to do the same with the little girl, but the male turned swiftly.
"There is no reason to kill her. Was I ordered to? No. There for we wouldn't get money, you dumbass." He said slightly angered; making The Reaper glance at the ground in embarrassment.
"Time to go." Tsukasa, as the seventeen year old was dubbed, snapped as he kicked the head out of his way and continued to trek through the city before the sun was hope and the police were roaming the streets once more. His apathetic, silver eyes surveyed the windows in case there were any silent witnesses in which he might have to take care of. The soles of his shoes scrapped against the street, making a soft noise. He blew his white hair out of his vision and shook his head, emotionless grey eyes narrowing to his pokemon whom seemed irritated he didn't get to kill. Ambitious, are we Reap? He thought, eyes glinting as if to praise him silently.
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It was an average day for Tsukasa -- the sun barely above the hills of the forest. He hadn't slept through the night, for he did most of his work at that time. When the towns and houses were peaceful. Sort of pleasant to hear the cries of mercy more audibly. He felt tense, but knew that he should rest; his back against the oak tree. For a moment, his eyes were closed and he seemed relaxed; shoulders lax.
That was, until he barely felt the silent vibration that rung into his coat pocket; making his silver eyes flutter open, head perked swiftly.
"Damn, what is it now?" The seventeen year old quietly growled; making The Reaper wake up as well. His hands reached into the pocket, revealing a small mobile device similar to a cell phone, long, slender fingers flipping it over.
"Yes, sir?" He answered in an irritated tone, eyes lifelessly staring at the tree a front of him. Tsukasa blinked as he nodded to himself, "Yes, I'm near. Yes." to who ever he was speaking to. He continued on listening and then nodded once more as if in a convincing matter. Eyes stern now on his odd pokemon, hands running through his milky white hair.
"Goldenrod. 3636 Ill Wood drive. Right." He said and then with a shrug to The Reaper, he shut the phone off with a "beappp!".
"Another job." He responded to the scyther's questioning gaze as he found himself straightening his body; arms stretching.
Afternoon came; it seems time was on their hand luckily. Though, weak and horribly tired, it never seemed to stop the boy from his work. It meant money; which meant life. A sigh escaped through his mouth; grey eyes solemnly surveying the busy city. It was large, and for a short moment he thought he might not find the street he was searching for. But lady luck must also be on his side; because the old, rusted street sign of "Ill Wood drive" came into view, and he found himself rushing to get to the home of his victim.
"Scyy, scyy."
"Lay low, Reap."
He could hear the faint sirens of the police; but knew they weren't quite so near enough. Even as well, he could get away after he was finished. He always did, didn't he?
Tsukasa was near, he could hear the blaring of the T.V with his acute senses, eyes narrowed slightly as he continued on. He didn't seem to care to stay in the darkness; but being quiet was another thing. His hand reached into his coat pocket; solemnly pulling out something that seemed to blend into the darkness with it's black metal coat; a small "click" was heard as he fond his legs once more rushing him swiftly. The Reaper not to far behind.
It wasn't long until Tsukasa got to his destination; a small house surrounded by various signs and pokemon statues. Who ever it was, they obviously was a pack rat and terrible at decorating. Even with his smooth strides and steps, the assassin found himself almost tripping over a chipped peace of a Clefairy statue, his emotionless face for once in an irritated state. His shoulders tensed, the name of his victim running through his mind continuously. Angel. It was so innocent, almost too pure. The hair on the back of his neck prickled at the thought, how it was a female. Sure, he had taken the souls of many types; male or female, young or old. It didn't seem to matter, because to him they were money. And money was life.
But for some reason this was different. Tsukasa felt a tremor crawl down his spine, deep, chrome eyes staring down at his feet for a moment as he took another step toward the door. He raised a hand -- for some reason he felt the need to be formal when addressing his "associates" -- and knocked lightly at first. And when he heard no sound, not even a shuffle near inside, and felt himself putting more wait onto the dark wooden door. It was small, and beaten up just a tad. The house was obviously old, and Tsukasa felt a warm presence in it. It seemed.. almost familiar.
"Coming!"
The voice made him swiftly raise his head, chalky, white hair rustling as he did so. The wind seemed to grow stronger, as if more sterner, whispering in his ear playfully. Finally, as if it seemed forever, a small, rosy cheeked girl. Dark brown locks fell past her shoulder. Large, blue eyes blinked up at Tsukasa innocently.
"Hello? Are you the paper boy?" She asked, her hair bouncing as she giggled, head cocked to the side. The girl looked young, but he noticed that it's just because of her height and immaculate look. The seventeen year old blinked a few times, unable to answer her. Then, with a shake of his head he replied nonchalantly, "Are you Angel?". Secretly, he had a deep feeling that she was just a young sister. Her innocence and cuteness made him feel uneasy, her bright smile beaming straight at him.
"Yes!" Angel replied. "Is there anything you need?" A blue skirt swayed at her thighs, black tank top tugging at her breasts and stomach area neatly. She was skinny, the frame of a twelve year old. But as he remembered from the information, she was fifteen.
"Oh." Tsukasa couldn't think of anything else to say. The word was even a struggle to come out, and he wasn't entirely sure why he felt so odd. She was adorable, attractive. But obviously, this couldn't be the reason. He's murdered plenty of attractive females. What broke the silence was that he heard a low growl, and a purple figure raced toward Angel as if to protect her.
"Oh, hello Nidorino." She greeted her pokemon with a giggle, petting him gently. "This man is no harm. Don't worry."
Tsukasa sighed. If only. His hand slid down to his trench coat pokemon, feeling the cold metal of his gun. The immaculate girl didn't seem to notice, and kept smiling. She also didn't seem to care that he was so silent; so tense. Instead she awaited for him to apply what he was hear for.
"I'm sorry." You're not sorry, Tsukasa. He snapped at himself, grey eyes blazing with fury. He raised his head as he raised his gun and he heard a gasp from Angel. She didn't scream at first, but rather, seemingly took a step back.
"What.. What are you doing?" He shock made him feel sorrowful. How she might have actually trusted him; liked him. Why she would trust a stranger he had no idea, but she had the most caring, soft eyes that seemed to have.. showed compassion for him. A stranger. A murderer.
I'm writing the next part as soon as people comment.
"Daddy!"
A young girl -- seemingly around the age of five or six -- stared hopelessly at the one she had known that he would always save her. But right now he seemed like he was the one needing a hero. Pain struck at his face as the raven colored scyther repetitively striking with his scythes, scarlet eyes glowing devilishly. But even as the little girl cried and cried; the discolored bug pokemon didn't seem to care at all. Actually, he enjoyed her inner pain, fright, and sorrow. He wanted to slice off the old man's head slowly and painfully but knew that he had no orders from Master to do so. There for he wasn't allowed to. Blood dripped from the little girl's father's cheeks and forehead to the grass, dulled out, blue eyes wide as if they were to pop out. But none the less, they stood in place. The man shivered; wanting to cry for help, but he knew that if he did that who ever commanded the scyther to do such a horrible thing might kill his poor daughter. So he stood there, taking the pain as best as her could -- wincing and gasping.
"Finish him off, Reap," Came a nonchalant voice from behind the victim and his daughter. Light, grey eyes scanned the area as he examined the man. The male was tall; lean and slender. He was quite the skinny type and had the appearance that he wasn't the strongest. With the command, the black scyther known as The Reaper slyly smirked and raised his scythes; the moonlight beaming on them as the blood glinted. With one final, swift cut, The Reaper cut through his neck easily. The head rolled to the ground, making the little girl let out one final, heart breaking cry that echoed through the streets of Cherrygrove. For a moment, the scyther was heading to do the same with the little girl, but the male turned swiftly.
"There is no reason to kill her. Was I ordered to? No. There for we wouldn't get money, you dumbass." He said slightly angered; making The Reaper glance at the ground in embarrassment.
"Time to go." Tsukasa, as the seventeen year old was dubbed, snapped as he kicked the head out of his way and continued to trek through the city before the sun was hope and the police were roaming the streets once more. His apathetic, silver eyes surveyed the windows in case there were any silent witnesses in which he might have to take care of. The soles of his shoes scrapped against the street, making a soft noise. He blew his white hair out of his vision and shook his head, emotionless grey eyes narrowing to his pokemon whom seemed irritated he didn't get to kill. Ambitious, are we Reap? He thought, eyes glinting as if to praise him silently.
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It was an average day for Tsukasa -- the sun barely above the hills of the forest. He hadn't slept through the night, for he did most of his work at that time. When the towns and houses were peaceful. Sort of pleasant to hear the cries of mercy more audibly. He felt tense, but knew that he should rest; his back against the oak tree. For a moment, his eyes were closed and he seemed relaxed; shoulders lax.
That was, until he barely felt the silent vibration that rung into his coat pocket; making his silver eyes flutter open, head perked swiftly.
"Damn, what is it now?" The seventeen year old quietly growled; making The Reaper wake up as well. His hands reached into the pocket, revealing a small mobile device similar to a cell phone, long, slender fingers flipping it over.
"Yes, sir?" He answered in an irritated tone, eyes lifelessly staring at the tree a front of him. Tsukasa blinked as he nodded to himself, "Yes, I'm near. Yes." to who ever he was speaking to. He continued on listening and then nodded once more as if in a convincing matter. Eyes stern now on his odd pokemon, hands running through his milky white hair.
"Goldenrod. 3636 Ill Wood drive. Right." He said and then with a shrug to The Reaper, he shut the phone off with a "beappp!".
"Another job." He responded to the scyther's questioning gaze as he found himself straightening his body; arms stretching.
Afternoon came; it seems time was on their hand luckily. Though, weak and horribly tired, it never seemed to stop the boy from his work. It meant money; which meant life. A sigh escaped through his mouth; grey eyes solemnly surveying the busy city. It was large, and for a short moment he thought he might not find the street he was searching for. But lady luck must also be on his side; because the old, rusted street sign of "Ill Wood drive" came into view, and he found himself rushing to get to the home of his victim.
"Scyy, scyy."
"Lay low, Reap."
He could hear the faint sirens of the police; but knew they weren't quite so near enough. Even as well, he could get away after he was finished. He always did, didn't he?
Tsukasa was near, he could hear the blaring of the T.V with his acute senses, eyes narrowed slightly as he continued on. He didn't seem to care to stay in the darkness; but being quiet was another thing. His hand reached into his coat pocket; solemnly pulling out something that seemed to blend into the darkness with it's black metal coat; a small "click" was heard as he fond his legs once more rushing him swiftly. The Reaper not to far behind.
It wasn't long until Tsukasa got to his destination; a small house surrounded by various signs and pokemon statues. Who ever it was, they obviously was a pack rat and terrible at decorating. Even with his smooth strides and steps, the assassin found himself almost tripping over a chipped peace of a Clefairy statue, his emotionless face for once in an irritated state. His shoulders tensed, the name of his victim running through his mind continuously. Angel. It was so innocent, almost too pure. The hair on the back of his neck prickled at the thought, how it was a female. Sure, he had taken the souls of many types; male or female, young or old. It didn't seem to matter, because to him they were money. And money was life.
But for some reason this was different. Tsukasa felt a tremor crawl down his spine, deep, chrome eyes staring down at his feet for a moment as he took another step toward the door. He raised a hand -- for some reason he felt the need to be formal when addressing his "associates" -- and knocked lightly at first. And when he heard no sound, not even a shuffle near inside, and felt himself putting more wait onto the dark wooden door. It was small, and beaten up just a tad. The house was obviously old, and Tsukasa felt a warm presence in it. It seemed.. almost familiar.
"Coming!"
The voice made him swiftly raise his head, chalky, white hair rustling as he did so. The wind seemed to grow stronger, as if more sterner, whispering in his ear playfully. Finally, as if it seemed forever, a small, rosy cheeked girl. Dark brown locks fell past her shoulder. Large, blue eyes blinked up at Tsukasa innocently.
"Hello? Are you the paper boy?" She asked, her hair bouncing as she giggled, head cocked to the side. The girl looked young, but he noticed that it's just because of her height and immaculate look. The seventeen year old blinked a few times, unable to answer her. Then, with a shake of his head he replied nonchalantly, "Are you Angel?". Secretly, he had a deep feeling that she was just a young sister. Her innocence and cuteness made him feel uneasy, her bright smile beaming straight at him.
"Yes!" Angel replied. "Is there anything you need?" A blue skirt swayed at her thighs, black tank top tugging at her breasts and stomach area neatly. She was skinny, the frame of a twelve year old. But as he remembered from the information, she was fifteen.
"Oh." Tsukasa couldn't think of anything else to say. The word was even a struggle to come out, and he wasn't entirely sure why he felt so odd. She was adorable, attractive. But obviously, this couldn't be the reason. He's murdered plenty of attractive females. What broke the silence was that he heard a low growl, and a purple figure raced toward Angel as if to protect her.
"Oh, hello Nidorino." She greeted her pokemon with a giggle, petting him gently. "This man is no harm. Don't worry."
Tsukasa sighed. If only. His hand slid down to his trench coat pokemon, feeling the cold metal of his gun. The immaculate girl didn't seem to notice, and kept smiling. She also didn't seem to care that he was so silent; so tense. Instead she awaited for him to apply what he was hear for.
"I'm sorry." You're not sorry, Tsukasa. He snapped at himself, grey eyes blazing with fury. He raised his head as he raised his gun and he heard a gasp from Angel. She didn't scream at first, but rather, seemingly took a step back.
"What.. What are you doing?" He shock made him feel sorrowful. How she might have actually trusted him; liked him. Why she would trust a stranger he had no idea, but she had the most caring, soft eyes that seemed to have.. showed compassion for him. A stranger. A murderer.
I'm writing the next part as soon as people comment.