Chapter One: That Fateful Day; Part One
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Hakkai raised a hand to shield his eyes from the bright morning sunlight that blinded him. He sat down on the front steps watching the children play in the street. A older woman came out of one of the houses, yelling at the children to get to school. She glanced over at Hakkai sitting on the steps of his house and gave him a strange look, then returned to her house. He stood up and walked back into the doorway. He remembered that happening the same day that, that awful nightmare happened. He had been standing outside without a shirt on through, and that's why he was given a strange look. He grabbed at his chest feeling the soft cotton fabric of his shirt there shielding his naked chest from the eyes of that woman. This is impossible...He walked into the kitchen looking for the calendar that Kanan always had hanging besides the stove. All the dates were checked off to the one that had haunted him.
His breathing became labored and he grabbed at a kitchen chair stumbling to sit down in it. It was the day that fate had set up to ruin his life and take her from him. Fate had a way of doing things like that to people. Just to laugh as she watched from wherever she did. He clenched and unclenched his fists as anxiety made his stomach fill with butterflies. He looked over at the calendar again, almost seeing the date circled in red ink, only to blink the illusion away from his eyes. Composure slowly came to him when he realized finally, that Kanan wasn't home, he was. He could stop them if they did come, which he knew they would. Today was that day, they were going to show up. Standing up, he raced into the bed room, searching out the money that he had put away in a old pickle jar when they would really need it. He stuffed the money in his pants pocket, then headed to the towns weapons shop.
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Gonou stood there looking at the body of his beloved Kanan gasping for air, spurting blood from the gash on her throat. Her body violently thrashed about then lay there motionless, a pool of thick red blood forming around her head, seeping into the dress he had bought her last week when he had gotten a raise. How was he going to get that stain out now? She would be so mad at him for making him dirty it up like that. He sat in front of the cell just looking at her, saying nothing, just staring. Waiting her to stand up and tell him to take her home and hold her all night. She never did. He waited though, waited until someone broke him of his thoughts. A hissing flew past his ear, making him turn slowly to see behind him. A deamon in bad shape stood behind him grinning from ear to ear.
"I did that to her you know. She was something else for me to slide into." The deamon laughed in Gonous face, then lunged at him, his claws like five sharp daggers aiming for his chest.
Gonou broke from his trance and dogged the attack as best he could, but was slashed across the stomach, leaving gashes pouring out his own blood. He landed hard on his right shoulder, clenching his wounded abdomen. The deamon then picked him up by the front of his shirt, the smile never fading from his face, "They say if a human kills a thousand deamons, he becomes one himself. How many of my kind have you killed? You seem to smell human still, but just barely. Perhaps if you kill me also, you will become the thing that you loath."
"Perhaps," said Gonou, ripping through the deamons chest, and pulling out it's heart.
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Hakkai walked into the shop recognizing the man standing behind the counter instantly. He had know the man since he moved to this town three years ago with Kanan. A worried look soon replaced the friendly smile he wore on his face when he found out that Hakkai wasn't there to visit.
"I want to buy a gun."
"You what?"
"A gun. What can I get for this much," he handed the graying man the wad of money from his pocket, looking him dead in the eye.
"You're serious. Gonou, I've never seen you even kill a bug, what do you need a gun for?"
"Let's just say I think something is going to happen today, and I want to be prepared."
The man looked at Hakkai hesitantly then walked into the back room of the store. He returned carrying a box. He set it on the table in front of Hakkai, motioning for him to open the browned old shoe box. Hakkai opened it up seeing a Smith and Wesson hand gun laying in newspaper. He picked it out of the box and examined it thoroughly. He opened the gun and looked at the magazine, noticing that the gun only took five bullets. He looked back to the man with a surprised look on his face.
"That's right. A real Smith and Wesson. Limited edition because it only carries five bullets. Nothing else too special about it though. You can have it since no one wants to buy it from me. I've had it in the shop since I opened, no one seems to be interested in those kinds of guns anymore." He handed Hakkai back his money, then waved him out of the shop, returning to cleaning a gun behind the counter. Hakkai put the gun back into the shoe box and headed back home.
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Hope you like this story. As promised, this is being continued. The other story is now finished. Please feel free to read my other works. Thanks for reading!
~Phoenix