Vila- WOW. JUST WOW! You guys are amazing! I'd love to thank everyone who reviewed personally, but THERE'D BE TOO MANY NAMES! THANK YOU SOOOOOOOO MUCH! I finally got my lazy ass to start writing. Last chapter was super short because I was DYING to write this chapter. Unfortunately my Beta was...unavaliable? Yeah, sure. So this is pretty raw but I tried editing it. Forgive me for the super late update.

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Chapter 6

Liz sat across from Patty at a small café looking through the files for the fourth time that morning. Patty was munching on a piece of coffee cake and had cinnamon on her face. While Liz was absently stirring her warm vanilla coffee with a green straw as she stared down at the sketches of the two M.I.A. criminals. Up until then the police had failed to find an id match on both of them, so Liz didn't know their real names.

Patty looked up from her half-eaten cake. "Hey Lizzy. Can I see the pictures?"

Liz grabbed the top picture the picture of the murder, Lord of the Flies was what the police called him. His black hair was slicked over his forehead and laid just above his strange sadistic eyes. He was wearing a suit, so Liz had guessed he was a member of the drug cartel or the mafia, something like that anyways.

Patty looked at the picture and stuck her tongue out in disgust before handing it back to Liz. "I don't wanna see the Fly Dude. Lemme see... Umm... He needs a nickname."

Liz smiled plainly. "You can come up with that easily Patty."

She handed the photo to her sister. The Devil of Brooklyn, as he was called, was surprising young. Maybe 16 to 18 years old at most. In the sketch, he wore a beanie over raven colored hair. His hair was mostly hid his eyes in a way that made him seem like a skater boy. Though he didn't really look like a criminal, he didn't exactly give Liz a nice feeling.

"Hmm... How about Devil Boy? No thats dumb. Demon Dude? Nope, not it either." Patty thought aloud, then looked at Liz, "I don't know sis. What should it be?"

Liz sighed. "To be honest I don't know Patty... He's supposed to be short so how about shortie or something?"

Patty giggled. "A shortie huh? I guess we'll just call him shortie."

"Alright, I guess." Liz chuckled.

Patty stood up. "Come on sis lets go look for Shortie!"

"Easy Patty." Liz deadpanned as Patty sat.

"Afterwards can we feed the pigeons?"

Liz smiled. "We'll see."

Patty sat up and raised her arms in the air. "Yay! Imma feed the pigeons! Kill 'em pigeons! Boom boom!"

Liz laughed at how silly her sister was, but when people started giving her weird looks she quieted down. After Patty settled down, Liz went through a mental checklist on the information they had.

There have been about 20 murders in the Brooklyn area that were probably related to Lord of the Flies. They had his physical description, police reports, and a map of the crime scenes. From what Liz could tell there was no pattern in how he chose his victims. None had notable physical similarities. None were killed in a place that suggested a certain arrangement. Also, none seemed to have any relations that could pose as motive for Fly Dude, that were know to the police.

On the other hand they had the Devil of Brooklyn, or Shortie for short. No pun intended. Anyway, there had been a recent spike in crime, yet at the same a downfall in criminals. With more then 80 crimes in the past two months alone how could some of the most dangerous crime lords just suddenly disappear like they never existed? Maybe this Shortie was a murder after all. The possibility of that was unnervingly high.

Liz knew that the police, no, Lord Death, was relying on them to find these criminals, but honestly they didn't have much to go by.

Patty started to look bored so Liz stood ready to leave. "Anyways, got any ideas where to search first?"

Patty nodded. "I know just where to look for him!"

Liz sweat-dropped. "You do?"

"Of course big sis!" Patty grinned. "The bookstore! That's where he's hiding!"

I should have seen it coming, Liz mentally sighed realizing that none of what she was going to say was going to make sense to Patty. Nor did Patty probably care.

"Patty I don't think he'd be at a bookstore." Liz shook her head.

"Why not? The new Nightwing comic issue came out! Everyone's in line for it!" Patty laughed.

Liz stood and shuffled their papers together. "Lets just start somewhere."

Patty jumped up. "Okay sis! If anyone can find 'em my big sis can!"

"You give me to much credit Patty." Liz smiled sticking the papers in her new blue book bag (she'd fallen into shopping's temptation and brought it.)

Patty skipped ahead of Liz and out onto the sidewalk. Liz looked up and down the sidewalk deciding which way to go. Patty linked her arm through Liz's, a bound between the two sisters, and pointed left.

"We should go that way!" Patty sung.

So they walked left. Then right. Then left and right again. Patty insisted they turned an even amount of times. Why? Liz had no idea. Eventually Liz got tired of chasing after her sister and they sat down on a bench on the sidewalk.

Liz leaned her head against a strange blue colored building wall and watched as a hobo in brown cloth tried opening the trio of metal newspaper dispensers. When he couldn't get them open he hit the red box angrily and left. Patty swung her legs back and forth skidding the concrete with her black boots. She was humming something catchy, but Liz couldn't figure out why Patty kept sticking her hands crossed over in front of herself like she was riding a horse.

The things Patty does, Liz thought with a mental shudder.

"Hey big sis?" Patty spoke up.

"Hmm? Whats up Patty?" She asked.

Patty pointed her index finger up thoughtfully. "What do you think Shortie is like?"

Liz raised an eyebrow. "You seem really interested in him Patty."

"He's interesting!" Patty smiled. "Its like that tv show where the main character's back story keeps him from doing good. Don't ya think sissy?"

Liz sighed through her nose. "Sure, Patty."

Patty giggled then frowned. "Sis, do you think he could turn good again?"

Liz looked at Patty confused. How could her sister be so confusing? A moment ago she was talking about that stupid tv show.

Liz looked up at the sky. "Why do you ask Patty?"

"I had a weird dream last night." She replied.

"What kind of dream?" Liz asked regrettably.

"You were there too sissy! There was an evil giraffe! And we had to defeat him, but the giraffe was really confused about something and ran away! We found the giraffe, but we saved it and it was our friend! Then we had a giant party with Mr. Oinkers!" Patty sung before taking a deep breath. "So do you think Shortie can be our friend?"

Liz hid her shock and shrugged. "I don't think so Patty, its possible I guess. Even so we still have to bring him to Lord Death."

Patty giggled not interested anymore. "Okay!"

Liz stood up and stretched her arms. "Alright Patty, lets go."

Patty jumped up. "Aye!"

Liz sighed. "You've been watching way too much anime."

"I'm all fired up!" Patty laughed. "Lets go!"

Just as Patty took a step forward a blur of black ran across her path. Patty fell backwards into Liz knocking them both on their butts. The figure dusted their jacket off and bent down for a piece of black cloth that hadn't fallen from their person. Liz noticed something like shiny metal in the figures pale hand.

"Hey watch were your going bub!" Patty snapped.

The person turned and Liz tried not to gasp. It was a boy about their age maybe younger. He was probably a little taller then Patty. He had night black hair, but had three stripes shaped curved around his head in a half circle. Liz gulped, he had gold eyes...

Its him, She thought perhaps slightly scared, the Devil of Brooklyn.

"Perhaps you should watch out so you don't bump into people." He spat back.

Liz squeezed Patty's elbow as she got up. "Patty wait..."

"Watch it shortie." She snarled.

"Patty." Liz warned standing. "Its him."

The boy's eyes widened and the shiny object he had been holding earlier was pointed at her. His expression hardened as if he were preparing to kill someone.

"You two apart of the cartel? Come here to kill me?" He growled.

Out of his left hand shot black skull looking shadows. The shadows twisted together and suddenly there was another gun. He snatched it out of the air and spun it around his finger. He held his guns strange though, instead of right side up he held both upside down so his pinkies rested on the triggers.

That's strange, Liz thought, no! Focus Thompson!

"Sis." Patty glowed pink and landed in Liz's palm.

The Devil of Brooklyn didn't even flinch much less look shocked. In fact he didn't look like he felt anything except maybe anger, but there was a certain insane look in his gold eyes that told Liz something else. Seeing Patty transform he looked he'd just seen or realized something he didn't want too.

This kid... His eyes are from my dream, Liz thought taking in his appearance, he has the stripes?!

Liz will stood there wide eyed. "Your stripes... You're... you're a reaper..."

Narrowed his strange golden eyes, the same ones from her dreams, and asked slowly, "Your the second to also know who I am, but why is it I don't?"

Patty urged her sister through their resonance, "Lizzy? Whats wrong? Lets go already."

"Patty remember that story I told you?" Liz asked.

"Yeah." Patty asked.

Liz swallowed. "This is him."

"What's your name?" She asked out loud.

His eyes narrowed even further like he knew they'd just been talking about him and answered shortly. "Kid."

Patty laughed. "Kid? Haha!"

"Alright Kid..." She started slowly. "By the orders of Lord Death we're to take you back to Death City."

There was a flash in his eyes, but in a split second it was gone. "...Lord Death?"

Liz nodded once. "Yes, Lord Death, the Grim Reaper."

He murmured a word inaudible.

"We'd also like to ask you about the Lord of the Flies." She spoke.

An expression of fear appeared on his face but was replaced quickly with anger. "Beelzebub."

Liz could tell where this was going and quickly tried regain control. "If you come willingly I can guarantee a fair trial."

"Nothings ever fair." He hissed.

Liz immediately felt sympathy yet she didn't know why. "We can-..."

"No! You can leave, so I don't have to kill you." He snapped then composed himself. "I am not a reaper... I'm a thief and I can see have nothing on your person, so I have no time for you."

There was a puff of smoke and Liz found Kid standing on a floating skateboard and his guns were gone. She felt Patty yell at her as Kid rose into the sky. She unfroze when Patty managed to fire a shot at Kid by herself. Their eye contact broke as the pink bullet hit the underside of his skateboard and the smoke blew away. Kid shot off above their heads and disappeared out of sight.

Patty's gun form glowed pink and she transformed doing a couple flips before landing next to her sister. "Lizzy! You let him get away!"

Liz looked at Patty semi-apologetically. "Its alright. I have a feeling we'll see him again."

Patty pouted. "But I didn't to shoot anybody or blow something up! Bang bang bang bang!"

Liz laughed half-heartedly and stared out into the distance in which the boy disappeared. She shook her head and told her it wasn't possible. He couldn't be a Grim Reaper. He must've dyed his hair like that, but... When she had mentioned it... So he was a Grim Reaper? A meister? He had two guns...

No Liz that would never work, she thought, that "Kid" would never agree to it and I can't put Patty in danger.

She looked at Patty, who was singing and pretending to shoot things with a finger gun. No, Liz could never trust that criminal. She'd rather have Patty's safety than a meister. She had to protect Patty. Besides if he was a Grim Reaper, Lord Death could deal with him.

Liz pulled out a mirror from her purse and stopped as her finger hovered above the glass, ready to call Lord Death. She thought to herself for a moment.

So Lord Death... This boy... He is your legendary son, Death The Kid?

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