The man smiles at me, baring his sinister, pointy teeth.
"Who the hell are you?!" I scream at him, my voice breaking.
He doesn't answer me, but instead walks ever closer. He, or it, moves raises the knife and it gleams with anticipation. Scared out of my mind, I turn and run, as fast as I can. Holy crap, why is this happening? Where was Kidd, or hell, even another one of my over-protective siblings, when I needed them?
I come to an alleyway, and turn. It's a dead end, and I crap on myself for making such a stupid decision. The man with the knife shows up behind me, blocking my path. Fear rose in my chest and my breathing became frantic panting. Why was this guy after me? What significance am I, a talentless Eevee, to him? I know the answer. Nothing.
He has me cornered, with my back literally against the wall. I can't scream, nothing comes out. My pulse is racing, and fear fills my titles his head a little.
"Why won't you stay still?" He says
"It would make it so much easier. So much quicker. You're just an embarrassment to the Eevee family. Have you no shame? Come here, and let me put an end to this misery."
"Get away from me, you freak!" I yell. He wanted to kill me because I was an untalented Eevee?
He inches closer and closer, while I frantically search for a way out. I see the rings of a fire escape ladder a few feet above me. It's far fetched, but it's my only hope of survival at this point. I think I can make it if I jump. I move back a bit, take a bit of a running start and my feet leave the ground.
I'm suspended in the air, for perhaps a second longer than I should have. My eyes widen, and I feel a strange sense of pleasure for the height I'm at.
I snap back to reality when I hear the man click his teeth in disappointment.
I look down, and see the guy with the knife, ten feet below me!? I land on the second floor fire escape, much to surprise. I literally hit the ground running, since, miraculous as it may be, I don't have time to ponder at what just happened.
I sprint up the stairs, and across the roofs of the other building, easily hopping over the small gaps in between then. Looking down over my shoulder, I don't see my attacker. I make it back to Death Mansion, still panting. I climb down from the roof I was currently on, approach the door. I wait a few seconds before entering, trying to catch my breath. Maybe that was just another say for 'waiting to make sure an ambush wasn't coming'.
"Sylva! Where the hell have you been!?" Leila's voice rings in my ears immediately after entering.
Great. I just get back and now I get lectured and/or interrogated. I silently stare at the floor, still shaken up from prior events.
"God damn it, Sylva!" Hex scolds "Kidd came back, said you ran off." He gestures at a chair Kidd was sitting in. Kidd got up and took a few steps toward me.
"You just disappeared. I got a little concerned." He admits, and I sense an oncoming wave of anger.
Yeah, right. Or did he want to get on my siblings good side by ratting the little bratty sister out? Worried for the well being for a talentless Eevee? Concerned, my ass.
"Seriously, do you have any idea how worried we were? You usually leave for an hour or so, but today you were out for 4 hours! Four!" Hex stares me down. I feel a twinge of guilt, debating I'd I should let them in on my almost-assassination.
I stare at Hex, and he looks back at me, wearing the worried face I'd become so familiar with.
"Honestly, Sylva!" Leila starts again. "How irresponsible can you be? Going out into Death City, even though you know it's dangerous! There's Kishin eggs, Meister's and Weapons, and all sorts of battles going on out there! You have no concern for your safety, or others!"
Anger surges through me, and before I can suppress it, I scowl at her.
"Why don't you yell a little louder? I'm sure Lord Death can't hear clearly enough!" I day snidely, stopping Leila in her tracks.
She blushes in embarrassment, suddenly realizing whose house she was in. I pushed past my siblings, the wear of the day finally taking its toll.
"I'm going to bed."
I push my way past all of them forcefully, making my way to my room. Not bothering to get into my nightwear, I crawl under my covers and stare at the ceiling. Everything I do, I get lectured for. Aren't I the always victim? I decide not to tell everyone about my incident tonight, since I doubt that wouldn't help my situation.
They don't need to know I was almost murdered in cold blood, just a few short hours ago. They would probably come to conclusion, that I needed to be locked up and monitored 24/7.
But...that jump. Ten feet.
Did I really do that? No, that can't be possible.
It must've been some adrenaline, or something, right?! Moonlight seeps into though my windows, glinting off my bow pendant.
*It will always protect you.*
Did my pendant do that? That would make sense, since mother did say that it would always protect me, in case she can't. Yes, that must be it. There's no other explanation.
More importantly...
Who was that guy? Kill me? Just because I'm untalented. Am I really that...unwanted?
• ° •
Sylva walks into class the next day, her head hurting from all the late - night thinking she had done.
She groans lightly, at the sight of the enormous lights in Stein's room. She hated it. She hated this whole school.
She walk in, to see Kidd, already seated, chatting with a few of his friends. Sylva sighs heavily, well aware that she won't make any this year. Friends are overrated anyway.
Kidd spots her enter the room, and his eyes light up. He drops his pencil, and he walks over to her. As her only friend in the room, he felt the need to introduce her to the gang.
"Sylva, you're here!"
Sylva restrains herself from rolling her eyes.
"Where else would I be?" Sylva asks, knowing damn well, that any other school would be a way better fit for her, rather than the grand DWMA.
Soul and Maka join Kidd, curious to see who the new kid was.
"Soul, Maka, this is Sylva Eevee." Kidd introduces. "Sylva, this is Maka Albarn, and Soul Eater. Maka is Meister, and Soul is her weapon."
Sylva nods to these kids, surprised that they weren't immediately asking her about her last name.
Did they perhaps not know about the esteemed Eevee family?
Black*Star and Tsubaki upon arrival, join the gang as well. Until, finally Liz and Patty arrive, and everyone crowds around Sylva.
"So, are you a Meister?" Maka asks, her blonde hair bouncing.
Sylva tugs on her scarf, uncomfortably.
She wasn't used to so much intense attention, unless people were yelling at her. Besides, the forbidden question always make her squeamish.
"No."
"So, you're a weapon then?" Soul concludes, phrasing his findings like a question.
Sylva shakes her head, her face risk sinking deeper into her scarf.
"No."
Liz and Patty exchange glances. Well, she was certainly weird.
"Are you sure she's in the right class?" Patty whispers sideways to Kidd, not as quietly as she thought.
Sylva's eyes flare slightly, and she decides that she no longer wanted to be a part of this conversation, which solely revolved around her lack of talent.
"Do you think she's mad?" Patty asks, a guilty hint to her voice.
"Gee, Patty, I don't know." Soul begins sarcastically. "Maybe because she stormed off, and is glaring at her notebook, I'd day she's pretty ecstatic..."
Black*Star who had been unusually quiet throughout the conversation, stared at the angry girl.
Her multicolored hair, cascaded down her back in two ponytails, each tied with a bow. She wore a scarf, that matched her hair and pendant perfectly. She wore a scowl that looked ever so enticing on her, carelessly exposing skin underneath that scarf.
"She's beautiful."