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Chapter one

Flashbacks

Reaper Seishinroyku knew he was being followed. Reaper thought there was seven of them wearing some light armor and under that was black spandex allowing maneuverability. The people of New York thouth they were street performers. The assassins did flips and other moves to keep people from wondering who they were. Reaper couldn’t do anything out in the open. He did give them credit for finding him though. Reaper had long black hair that spiked up on its own. He usually wore a long black trench coat with an Anima Collectors uniform beneath. Reaper saw up ahead an ally way. He quickly turned into the ally and ran. Half way down the ally was another side ally. Reaper quickly turned into the other ally. He looked around for a place to set up an ambush. Reaper spotted a dumpster and quickly ducked behind it. Reaper moved his palm up to his forehead. His palm had a tattoo with a pentagon in a circle with ancient runes.

Reaper was walking through ivory halls. Next to him was a new Anima Collector. He was still new and there for he gave messages to others. "What did this one do?" Reaper asked casually taking a right turn. The doors on either side of the hallway were made of oak wood. Each one had a label with the word torture. "He tried to blow up a Chimera training facility. His Name is James Markwood." The young apprentice told Reaper handing him a chart. Reaper did not look at anything but the name. ‘It can’t be right’ thought Reaper. "What room is he in?" asked Reaper stopping in the middle of the hall way. "He’s on the bottom left." stammered the apprentice. "That will be all." Reaper told the apprentice. He bowed then walked away. Reaper moved towards the door. He grasped the doorknob and stopped. ‘What if it is him?’ Reaper thought his palms starting too sweat. Reaper turned the knob and walked into the brightly lit room. It was small with white walls and a table filled with tools for torturing. Tied up in the middle of the small room hanged a red fox. His shirt was missing and the already red fur was redder with blood. His pants were still on but were cut in many places. The fox slowly looked up. His snout was in a muzzle. Reaper moved towards the fox and released the muzzle. " Reaper is that you?" asked the fox his eyes lighting up. "What were you thinking James!" Reaper yelled/replied. "I was doing what was right!" James snapped his ears pressing down against his head. "What did you think? Do you know what will happen to Luna! She will be sent to a sex camp!" Reaper yelled. "I did it for her!" James yelled back his eyes watering up. "I did it so she could be safe. I did it so my friends could be safe. I am tired of watching my kind be enslaved and turned into play things!" James yelled back. Reaper sighed, he reached into a pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. They were made for Anima Collectors. Helped them focused their mind. "You know what I will have to do." Reaper told James moving towards the table. He reached down and grabbed a glove. He pulled it on all the way up to his shoulder. James caught sight of snake like tattoos. "You know what I have to do." Reaper told James. The glove turned into a mist but still retained its form. "Yes I do." James answered. "I will tell you everything. All my secrets and all my tales, but I will have to make you scream so the others do not suspect anything." Reaper told him moving himself in front of the scared fox. "You are already forgiven." James told Reaper then closed his eyes and screamed as the glove entered the fox’s body.

Reaper shook his head and cleared away the flashback. Reaper pressed his palm on his forehead. The tattoo glowed. Reaper could see through the dumpster. He watched as the first two came into view. One was wearing a mask as the others did, but the other must have taken his mask off. His eyes and mouth were sewn shut and their were many scares on his face. Reapers hand moved to his side. He grasped the DC10 auto pistol. Reaper pulled it out of its holster. He stood up removing his hand from his forehead and stopping the spell. Reaper pulled the trigger. He unloaded a clip into the two assassins. The others came around the corner. Three were on the ground the other two were on the wall. They all had cats’ claws. It was a three bladed weapon that was held in the hand. The cats’ claws were sinking in the bricks like a hot knife through butter. Reaper drew his katana. It was 47inches long. The handle was 7 inches the blade was 40. The two on the wall stopped and watched. One of assassins ran forward trying to stab Reaper. Reaper quickly side stepped moving his katana in an arc. The assassins head bounced away while the corpse fell to the ground blood squirting from the neck. The other two tried to double up on Reaper. One jumped up in the air the cats’ claws pointing at Reapers chest. The other one lunged forward his claws aimed at Reapers gut. Reaper raised his palm. It glowed red then flames burst out of it. The two assassins were consumed by the fire. The other two gave a yell then climbed up the wall and onto the roof.

Reaper was sitting with his friend Rico. They were in Reapers house eating lunch. "So did the fox squeal?" asked Rico taking a bite out of an apple. "Shut up Rico!" Reaper yelled. "O yeah sorry I forgot he was your friend." Rico apologized. "He wasn’t my friend. He was my old lov…. friend husband." Reaper said. "I don’t think I can go on with this Rico." Reaper continued. "What are you talking about?" asked Rico taking another bite out of the apple. "You know what I am talking about." said Reaper rising from his seat. "NO you can’t do that. You’re just stressed out with this whole holocaust thing. You just need a vacation. You are the number one Anima Collector." Rico told him raising from his seat at the table. "Just shut up and get out of my way." Reaper told him grabbing his sword a coat. "No Reaper I will not let you ruin your life." Rico said moving in front of the door his hand grasping the hilt of his sword. "Your right Rico I just need a vacation." Reaper said. Rico laughed and put his hand at his side. "You should never take your guard down." Reaper told Rico. The smile on Rico face disappeared. Reaper moved quickly ramming into Rico. Rico fell to the ground the wind knocked out of him. Reaper made a quick motion and Rico fell unconscious. Reaper grabbed a couple more things then opened the door. He looked around his two story house. The dinning room kitchen, living rooms was connected then upstairs was is bedroom. Reaper sighed then closed the door and headed for headquarters.

Reaper shook his head clearing another flashback. ‘Why was he having them?’ he wondered. Reaper glanced around looking to see the other two assassins. After a couple of minutes Reaper continued down the ally. He came out in what seemed like a small plaza. About several houses conceited to the plaza like yard. Dumpsters and trashcans plus an old car were all that was their. Reaper scanned the roof tops. On the second house on the right the two assassins were their. Reaper quickly moved into the shadows. After a couple minutes the two seemed about to leave when one of the back doors opened. It was the one they were on. A young girl about 21 to 22 came out humming with a garbage bag. One of the assassins looked down then started to lower himself behind her. Reaper sprang out of the shadows "Watch out!" he yelled throwing the katana. The girl screamed and threw herself on the ground. The katana hit its point. The assassin gave a shudder then died. Reaper quickly moved to the dead body. Before the other assassin could get down Reaper pulled the katana out of the corpse. Reaper quickly stepped back as the last assassin jumped down. The two circled each other until Reaper was in front of the girl. The two lunged forward aiming their weapons to the others chest. Reaper felt the three blades dig deep into his chest. The assassin toppled to the ground. Reaper grabbed the claws that were still lodged in his chest.

Reaper moved quickly down the ivory hallways. Everyone he meets greeted him with a smile or a pat on the back. ‘Almost their’ he thought moving towards the teleportation room. "Hi Reaper." said a slimy voice. Reaper turned around to see Balthazar. "Now I heard that you were restless after a torture session. It was some no good Chimera." Belthezar said his hand moving towards his long broad sword. Everyone in the hall quickly left as the two rivals stared at each other. "I heard he begged like the dog or should I say fox he was." That was the final straw for Reaper. He drew his katana, his palms glowed. The katana burst in blue flames. They covered the blade only and did not scorcher it. "DIE!" Reaper yelled lunging forward. Balthazar drew his sword and blocked Reapers attack. Balthazar own sword burst into green flames. "Even if my dad wasn’t Satin I could still beat you." Balthazar said. Reaper pushed him back. Then moved his sword in an arc aiming for Balthazar’s’ throat. Balthazar backed stepped but not far enough. The sword caught him in the throat but not all the way in. Balthazar dropped his sword grasping his throat. Reaper slashed the katana in a downward arc cutting off Balthazar’s arm. Then Reaper cut the other one off. Reaper then stabbed Balthazar in the gut. The floor was covered in pools of blood. Balthazar gasped as blood filled his lungs. "Now you can see your dad." Reaper told Balthazar. Reaper swung his sword in an arc taking off Balthazar’s head.

Reaper turned towards the girl "Are you ok?" he asked. She slowly moved her head in a yes. Reaper then became aware of something moving through his blood. Poison. "Let me get you to a hospital." She told him moving towards his side. "NO HOSPIALS!" he yelled at her. The ground was starting to spin. "You need medical attention!" she shouted at him. Reaper pushed her away. Then started to walk towards the street. He made it about halfway then fell to his knees. The whole world was spinning now. Reaper groaned then hit the ground. He saw feet running towards him then the world went dark