The star filled sky began to lose its hold over the sleeping city as the morning colors began to sock in the superficial colors. Color of a cream orange, sun kiss yellow and the fading baby blue, purely the most amazing thing in the world. As the colors began to mix they began to protrude the mighty bright orb that rules the world.
Lavender eyes watches nature at its fullest. Seated on top of a factory building, dressed in a boy's tan breaches, a long sleeve blue shirt, and brown torn shoe, she is dressed in a boy's fashion, but long purple hair tide up gives her away. That and her stark gaze, reveals that she is female.
Frown graces the maiden's lips as she sies softly. Standing she pulls her flowing hair into a tight bun on top of her head, living her bands to flow free, she covers her head with a cap. Giving her more of a boy form, trying to pass as a boy who has not yet height puberty is quite simple. With a iron board chest and her lack of curves, this gives her an advantage. One that is needed for this mission.
Standing at her full height she leans back on her heals, looking up at the placidsky. A small smile graces her lips.
"So this is the city that has a very potent reek to it…" her smile turns into a smirk as the sky above her rips open revealing a tear in the cinerary. Only she can see it, for this is her trade. A monster that is not of this world crawls thru, its black scale body slithers in the air, and blood red eyes look for its victim… a predator that cannot be seen.
With one smooth flick of the wrist the monster howls in pain as its own shadow begins to crawl up it as it destroys its master, a slow and painful process, for one dose not die quickly. Its shadow slowly eats away at its dark body, like fire engulfs paper. Slowly severing the moment, as the madden watches her eyes once a gene fall a pone the morning lights.
Her smile was replaced with a frown. The painful cries drowned out by her own thoughts.
The mission was simple, placate the area to the client's needs… but something was left out. One that she knew for a doubt that she did not misconstrue. Could the orders have been comprehended beforehand and plagiarized them? There are too many variables that this is not pretext… trying to get her distracted, or possibly weekend. But what could possibly weaken her in Britain? This world has no trace of any over powerful monsters…. Or could there be something that is so powerful that even she could not detect.
As the screams of pain faded away as the monster is no more, a smirk played on her lips.
"How obnoxious people are becoming these days" turning way from the full colored sky are heroin jumps off the rood and lands gracefully on her feet, as if gravity could not way here down. The darkness of the alley engulfed her body as she began to walk in no particular direction at all, letting fate take her for a ride.
I once a gene find myself aimlessly walking the early morning streets. Only this time people have be gone to emerge and begin their daily routines, I do not stand out for it is not uncomment o see a young boy out in the early morning running arenas for his parents before the sun reaches its highest peak. With a childish grin I am silently cheering that my clandestine ways have not rusted over the time I have been under indulgent commands of my superiors. It has been some time since I have full resumed my freelancing. I am elated that I have been given the chance to stretch my sore legs.
Lost in thought I did not pay attention to where my blasted feet where taking me. Snapping out of my train of thought I find myself in front of a shop… or morgue as it aperies.
The name is 'The Undertaker' coffins outline the shop as its sign is decorated with a purple background and black cursive writing, a skull also rests above the U. My head finds its self cocked to the side, as my eyes look question at it. What an odd name? Brushing it off I turn to leave but is interrupted by a man with extravagant white hair, he is dressed in black rob with a hat. His face is hidden by his hair.
"Good morning lad! What a perfect morning for the most enjoyable time of someone's life!" This guy creeps me out. Not going to even sugar court it… he is one odd cookie. I smile at him and place my thoughts away.
"Good morning to you two sir! May I inquire what the finest time in someone's life that you are refereeing two?" I walked closer, but still kept my distance.
He gives a creepy chuckle.
"Of course it is when someone dies! The time when a life begins a new in a new place, where there indelible life has been removed." he tilts his head to the side as he chuckles more.
I could not help myself either.
"But on the contrary, good sir, what if the said person does not meets death in such a peaceful way? How can you be sure that this is the most enjoyable day? One may think it is the day that god for asked them." The morgue director looked supersized by my questions.
"Ah I see!" the next minute I find a long black fingernail poking me in the cheek. "How is it that you come to such deep thinking young lad?"
"A young mind has the right to wonder of the afterlife good sir, for someday we all must return to that which is the end." I swiftly dogged his hand keeping my small smile on my face. "Even with a conflagration, such that we all have witnessed, one must grow up to realize how we can be filled with compunction, that in turns allows us to think of matters that we wish to abjure from our thoughts."
This only cased the man to chuckle even louder.
"My my… one so young, but your speech is above your years." he looks to his left. My gaze fallows as two figures emerge from the dark ally. "You are very similar to him!"
Lavender eyes meet callous blue ones.
"Good day Earl Phantomhive! How may I be of assistance…" The boy, Phantomhive, looks at me coldly. I notice move meant to his left. My eyes flicker to the side to see a very attractive man in his early 20's. Mr. Phantomhive looks to be around the age 14, I inwardly smirk. A well-dressed Earl and his butler, what might they be doing at a morgue? One of such a high august could not possibly bother himself with the gutters?
Making no movement to move I bow slightly to the Morgue director to take my leave.
"It has been a present chat with you Mr.?" I leave off for I do not know his name, he chuckles at my mistake.
"Call me Undertaker and what may your name be my lady?" My eyes widen slightly as he has seen through my discuses.
"Well Mr. Undertaker, you can call me Hazen." I smiled.
Apparently the young Earl was growing impatient with not being included. He tapped his walking stick on the ground. I could not resist myself this time.
"Ah it seems I have been keeping you from a very important guest Undertaker, I will take my leave so the short Earl may have your attention." My smirk once a gene finds its way to my lips and for my hard earned work I see the slight acrid flair up.
With this I take my leave, walking towards the Earl and his butler… the butler… he is not human. As I pass by him we lock eyes for a split second and in that moment I found a new toy to occupy my free time. I had found a demon in this so-called peaceful world…
