He sat there, waiting for an answer.
"I'm not going to give you an answer." She said.
"And why is that?" He replied.
"I don't have any reason to. What would I get out of giving you information? Nothing."
"Oh, you'd get plenty of things. Like, for example, your life. If I got what I wanted I think there is a pretty good chance I wouldn't kill you"
She gave him a skeptical look, "Do you have any proof to back you up?"
"You'll just have to trust me."
"I see. Well then. I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?"
"Not really"
"Fine then. There is a guild down the street. To get in you'll have to go down to the subway and use a pay phone. The number is 369-9630. The guild should be able to help you."
"Thank you."
The Demoness felt a sharp pain in her back. Something went through her and she saw it come out in front of her. He had just plunged his sharp clawed hand through her back, leaving a gaping wound."
"But... Why?" She asked him.
"I don't trust anyone." He said back, a grim feeling in his voice.
She fell to the hard, wet ground dead. "They" were in an alleyway in some city he did not know the name of. He had had more pressing things on his mind then taking the time to ask someone. He left the alleyway, making no effort to hide her dead body. He had things to do, and the clock was ticking.
"I'm not going to give you an answer." She said.
"And why is that?" He replied.
"I don't have any reason to. What would I get out of giving you information? Nothing."
"Oh, you'd get plenty of things. Like, for example, your life. If I got what I wanted I think there is a pretty good chance I wouldn't kill you"
She gave him a skeptical look, "Do you have any proof to back you up?"
"You'll just have to trust me."
"I see. Well then. I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?"
"Not really"
"Fine then. There is a guild down the street. To get in you'll have to go down to the subway and use a pay phone. The number is 369-9630. The guild should be able to help you."
"Thank you."
The Demoness felt a sharp pain in her back. Something went through her and she saw it come out in front of her. He had just plunged his sharp clawed hand through her back, leaving a gaping wound."
"But... Why?" She asked him.
"I don't trust anyone." He said back, a grim feeling in his voice.
She fell to the hard, wet ground dead. "They" were in an alleyway in some city he did not know the name of. He had had more pressing things on his mind then taking the time to ask someone. He left the alleyway, making no effort to hide her dead body. He had things to do, and the clock was ticking.
