"You'd better be sure about this Strife; I know we are but…."
"I am, but if she's not, she dies. If I wouldn't have changed her Fury would have killed her."
It was Strife and Death talking. It had taken me a moment to remember as I regained consciousness. Sitting up slowly I looked around, we were in the same clearing as before except now the ground was covered in blood.
"Strife." I mumbled, still confused.
He was immediately at my side.
"I'm sorry."
"Wh…What happened to me?" I was groggy.
"Nothing much, just a gunshot wound to the head, nothing fatal." He said trying to lighten the mood.
It worked because I giggled slightly but then I realized something. If I had been shot in the face then how was I still alive?
"How am I still alive?" I questioned, suddenly alert.
"Uhhhhh…"
"Answer me damn you." I was quickly losing any patience I had.
"You're Nephilim." He finally said after thinking it over.
"And how is that possible?" I asked trying to calm down.
"Well bl…"
"Never mind, I probably don't want to know. By the way, where are my friends?"
"With their umm… how do I put this, their… mates I guess you humans would call it."
"You mean… Death… War… Grim… Alice." I grumbled then grimaced, that meant I was Strifes.
I felt like he was smirking and I stole his mask again. I he had been smirking, he now seemed concerned.
"What now?"
"Nothing, we have to rest for a few days until you're used to being Nephilim."
I stood a finally noticed that I was taller, with paler skin and more like Fury. The band t-shirt that had been to long now hugged every curve of my body. My jeans that had once been loose were now skinny jeans. The only thing that still felt relatively normal was my converse. Strife looked at me carefully and his smile widened with every moment. Alice ran past us in tears and disappeared into the shadows. I glared at Death, before I ran after her. Eventually, I found her.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting beside her.
"He convinced me to tell him about my scars and then he just added insult to injury." She sobbed.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and did my best to comfort her. After finally calming her down, I stormed back to the clearing. Grabbing Mercy, I walked towards Death not hesitating to shoot him in the hip and arm. He grimaced at the open flesh wound and turned around glaring at me. I grabbed Mercy again and got ready to defend myself.
