"Well, Miss Phantess... I didn't think I'd find you here..." he continued.

"You... You are... Akira's father..." I stammered, my legs quivering wit fear.

"You know chuckles, you really shouldn't be here..." he spoke, slamming a glass mug down in front of me, "You could get into trouble."

His breath was lamented with alcohol and his eyes were brimming with bitter hate. He stares menacingly at me, seeing the fear flood into my red eyes.

"So this is the great Phantess? A fearful child!" he bellowed, silencing the drunkards, "Why she hasn't even got the nerve to stick around after she murders an innocent person!"

The drunkards begin to whisper to each other their alcohol lamented breath. I can hear their wispy snickers and chuckles as they turn to glare at me with their mischievous eyes.

"Murder aye?" one of the drunken men questioned as he and four others began to circle me.

"Well Miss, aren't you going to say something?" Akira's father chuckles as he walks towards me, parting to group of circling drunks.

"Why yes. Yes I am." I retorted, smiling.

My smile so sly sent the drunkards smiles fleeing.

"And what is it then, before I kill you." Akira's father demanded breaking a glass bottle and holding a piece of broken glass in front of me.

"What's your name?" I inquired."

"Well seeing as how we were never properly introduced, it is... Wait... why do you ask?" he paused.

"I just want to know what to carve on your gravestone." I replied smiling.

He growls and jumps towards me, I grab one of the drunks and push him into the path. They both topple to the floor. One of the other drunks comes at me with fists flying; I grab his hand as he thrusts it towards me. I see the fear gleam into his eyes as I smile and tighten my grasp on his fist. I feel it begin to crumble in my grasp as he falls to the floor in agony.

The other three drunks stand awkwardly in a fighting stance about five feet away from. I stare and they stare. They look at each other as if they were saying

Drunk one-"No you go first."

Drunk two-"No you I insist."

Drunk one-"But why me?"

Drunk three-"Well it is not me. I'm not going first."

Drunks one and two-"Coward."

Drunk three-"At least I'll be a live coward."

I chuckle slightly as the looks on their faces grow even more hesitant and fearful. I then hear an odd sound coming from behind me. Instinctively I spin around and nearly miss a blow of a glass bottle aimed for the back of my head.

"Tsk. Tsk. I'm quite ashamed sir.chuckles I thought I was the one that was supposed to be cowardly." I snickered.

"Damn you... You murderer." He growled as he begins to circle me and I him.

"I didn't murder your daughter sir." I replied watching him very closely.

"AHHH! YOU DIDN'T THEN?! Then who did?" he inquires his fist dripping with blood as he clenches tighter onto the piece of glass.

I stare at him and I feel the rage within me subside. I slowly bow my head and speak in a soft almost submissive voice that was barely audible to everyone around me.

"Akira's death was accidental, unlike my whole life and my journey here. If you wish to kill me sir then slit my throat. You will do the world a favor."

I stand motionless, my hair, hanging in front of my face, shielding it, moves as my breathe flows through it. I can hear Akira's father standing a few feet from me, awestruck. I can hear his heart racing and his breath heavy and full of confusion.

After a moment, I hear the piece of glass he clutched in his bleeding hand clink on the floor. I slowly raise my head, my red eyes unflinching, showing no emotion. I feel a sly smile curl at the corners of my pale lips. The other drunkards had fled, I now noticed, and it was but Akira's father and I left in the dim room.

"You... You deceiver!" Akira's father cried as I slowly walk towards him.

My smirk reflecting in my red eyes which gleamed with the memories of my past.

"I deceived you not, sir. I merely gave you the opportunity to rid me from this corrupt world. Chuckles I find it rather puzzling and yet so amusing." I chuckled, running my fingertips along the wooden edge of the countertop.

"And what do you find so amusing?" Akira's father inquires his breathe fast and mixing within his speech.

"Why everyone fears and despises me yet when they have the chance to rid me from this world, they do not. Why am I to be treated this way and not have the chance to be taken away from this pain?!" I cried, my breath wispy, as I clasp a piece of glass in my slender fingertips before griping it tightly in the palm of my hand, breaking it into small fragments.

I drop the fragments of the glass and turn back to Akira's father whom is standing fear racked in the middle of the room.

"What did I ever do to this world that makes everyone so full of hatred?" I inquired as his back hits the wall.

I can feel his breath move the few stray hairs that lingered about near my eyes and I come ever closer to him.

"Introductions mean nothing sir for you will have nothing to tell of me." I whispered in his ear before grabbing a dagger from my pocket and slicing into his abdomen.

"Her death ends with you as well as your name I will never know." I breathed as his limp body fell to the floor, a blood pool forming beneath him.

With the bloody dagger in my shockingly steady hand, I walked towards the counter, grabbed a rag and cleaned the blood from my weapon.

"You have not killed like this before, have you Miss?" a voice inquired.