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Chapter three
Sam
"Hello, Kagome."
Kagome spun around, arms up in an attempt to defend herself. She glared at the man in front of her, secretly praying that he wasn't attempting to rape her like some of the other men had.
Needless to say, they were dead.
As if reading her thoughts, the man laughed. "Relax." He hummed, his voice taking on a musical tone. "I am not going to hurt you."
Kagome wanted to believe him, but she wasn't sure. The man in front of her radiated power and danger. He was dressed in a black tailored suit, with a spotless white shirt underneath. His jacket was unbuttoned, and his pant's fit him well, showing a flat stomach and lean legs. The man's shoes were spotless, and Kagome idly wondered why that was even possible to happen in the dust covered streets. Looking up to his face, her eyes widened a fraction of an inch. He wasn't human.
His eyes, which were a stunning red, glowed in the damp alleyway they were in. The man's skin was unnaturally pale, and when a car went by, reflected the light. He had short black hair lightly slicked back from his face, although it didn't look as if an oil well had been poured over his head.
He wore silver oval-shaped glasses, precariously balanced on his straight nose. The mysterious man smiled at her, opening his mouth wide enough to show two tiny fangs.
"Well, Ms. Kagome? Do you agree?"
"Agree to what?"
"Your destiny."
"Depends. Does my destiny have anything to do with getting raped by you?"
The man faltered for a second, and then through back his head and laughed.
"No, Kagome. But it does have to do with controlling the flame."
Kagome froze, before glaring at him with a fierce caution.
"Wait…how do you know my name?"
"Because, Kagome, you are the chosen one… the carrier of Dark Flame. My organization has been watching you for quite some time now."
Kagome narrowed her eyes. "Explain.." she demanded.
"But of course. There are four categories of Flame, the Winged Flame, the Innocent Flame, the Shadow Flame, and the Dark Flame, which you are. (AN: Yes, this DOES meant that there are going to be at least three other stories to go along with each Flame.) These Flames all have special properties, and can be anywhere in any period of time. My organization searches for them, and you Kagome, are the Dark Flame."
"What organization?"
"The Academy of Creation."
"Let me guess. You want me to go here."
"Correct. The Academy is technically a school of assassins, the elite. You are the only one young enough to attend without slowing down time. Therefore, you are required to attend." He explained in a matter-of-fact point of view.
Kagome growled. "I don't like being told what to do."
Once again, the mysterious man laughed at her.
"You need to get over that, little Kagome. Your seven it's a fact of life that you get told what to do. Always follow your orders."
"What's your name?" Kagome had just realized she had no idea what his name was.
"My name? unimportant. Just call me Sam."
"Fine, "Sam" where is the academy, and how much does it cost? 'Cuz you know my mom through me out, right?"
"Yes Kagome, and it is absolutely free. Don't worry about that. Your mother was a fool to through someone as valuble as you away."
"My mother was no fool. Either you take that back or I don't go with you."
Sam narrowed his eyes at her. "I can not change the facts, little girl. Either you come with us or you become a slut on the streets, losing your virginity and your dignity to a middle aged-man."
Kagome sighed. Sam was a dick.
"I'll come."
AN: YO wassup people? Lol. So yes, I got another chapter out. Actually, I was SUPPOSED to be typing a character analysis on James Longstreet, but he's dead, so I figure; what's the point? I got bitched at by my principle for wearing black nail polish and black lipstick in a "prestigious Christian school" UGH! Stupid bitch…