I thought this up time for some reason. DISCLAIMER I do NOT own ghost hunt. If I did mai would kick ass
Flashback
I fired my gun as I cried for whom I killed. The child I had to kill dropped down to the ground, I was only 5 at the time. The poor thing died quickly though, it was a clean shot through the brain. The room was cover with black brick, with only one door. The door opened to reveal the man who taught me these horrid things, the man that forced me to do so.
He was 5 feet tall, with cold black eyes and brown hair. But I could never be sure if that was his real face, he changed looks once every five years. He called himself taki, he called me mai. He made me into the monster I am, and he was proud of it. Today was the day id start hurting people for him… and it was the day I feared most
End of flashback/ mais P.O.V
I still hate that man. I stopped working for him 2 years ago, but that doesn't mean I can forget him easily. All I did was to protect a friend. But in the end she had seen so much shed given up life and asked me to kill her when I found her. After much discussion I agreed and killed my last victim, and I still haven't forgiven myself since. Today was the day id visit her grave, and probably sob my heart out there.
I never told anyone what I've done, they'd be sickened. I still look like myself; I have brown short hair with brown eyes and a short temper. I'm still mai taniyama, but on the inside my past was a horrid wreak. I brushed my hair as slowly as I could, trying to put of the day as long as possible. I was late on purpose, because I always used to kill on time, and I've been trying to turn my life completely around.
It isn't much, but it's all I can do to stay sane, and to make my deceased friend named Sara proud. She always wanted me to be me, and this I is what I am, at least that's what I think I am. After all the masks I've put up in gangs, it's hard to tell which is which sometimes. I sighed
'damnit' I thought to myself 'stop over thinking things, it's not good for mental health.' I walked slowly to s.p.r, wishing I could just go back to bed. My familiar hello rang through the halls from naru the narcissist's office
"mai your late, tea."
I didn't answer and just walked into the kitchen, knowing that I couldn't even muster a false smile today, I didn't even try. The tea was a calming elixir I learned from an elderly women id spoken to before. I saw no importance to naru and his tea, but that was his addiction. If you look hard enough, everyone has one. For Masako, it was men.
For monk, it was friendliness and the happiness in his heart. Lins was staying in the background and staying mysterious, which for him was highly overrated if you looked hard enough. Johns was his religion, and mine was thinking too much. I say addictions but it's really just things people do a lot that they don't realize they do, so technically it's not an addiction. It's strange, I'm not usually this gloomy, but then again this is a sad day for me. I noticed that the kettle was boiling over and I grabbed it without thinking and burned my hands with it. I didn't even yelp though, not allot of good it would do if I did. I just poured cold water over it, and winced at the small blisters I saw appearing. After a few minutes I grabbed some cups, made the tea, and gave it to naru.
I noticed something flash through his eye, and knew he was wondering about the burn, and probably my sad smile. And knew a conversation was going to take place soon.
The end for now! Review if you want more!
