Chapter 13

Chapter 13- Introductions – One plus Two More
“Things are a lot worse than we thought, huh Ira?” the deeper red-headed boy laughed as he wrapped a thick tape of gauze around his forearm, the other tied tight around his waist. That mechanical man had crashed him into the wall, cement crumbling onto his body from the impact speed. Luckily he healed quickly, if he took it easy, he could be in perfect shape in a good half-hour. The black blood coursing through his veins helped a lot on that scale, being able to heal faster than an average mortal. Demon’s blood regenerated even if it was lost beyond retrieval, same with the muscles and bones. It was like those stupid vampire movies; pretty much the only thing to kill him was a bite to the jugular vein, or a direct attack to the heart. He tossed his hair freely, running a hand through the maroon locks that hung down in his sight. He took his other hand and dug it into his back pocket, revealing a contacts case. Putting the plastic-like lenses over his crimson pupils, they camouflaged to a duller, greener color. A demon’s eyes were very conspicuous, even with the special-ordered contacts that gave you cat eyes and such they were visible to those who knew about them. He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, this job was very time-consuming.
A thinner, yet well-balanced girl with thick, wavy chestnut hair stood with a hand on her right hip, standing before the boy who was dressing his wounds. Her brown eyes matched her hair, they glimmered with excitement.
      “Nah, so what if she has friends? They’re not like her, I couldn’t sense any blood. . .” she spat, grinning to the teen with the contact lenses. “Besides, it’s an easy job, kill a few civilians, create a few chaotic scenes, bring the demon to her knees, then we get paid. Easy.” She laughed lightly, like a school-girl that had been asked to a school dance. Her fangs dripped with fresh saliva, she liked the tension she was causing already. Enjoying herself consisted of destroying any kind of ties between people. It was her specialty, manipulation and corruption, she was a smooth talker.
The smaller boy glared to her, “Not everything goes as planned you know; I already got attacked by that bigger robotic-guy.” He retorted, snarling softly at the girl who stood in his way. She smiled devilishly, putting a finger beneath the boy’s chin and softly correcting him with, “You’re just angry because you got hurt by a girl, don’t worry though, I won’t hurt you little boy.” She smoothly transitioned her finger to the base of his jaw, feeling his arching heartbeat. The boy retaliated, flailing his arms to the girl in a fury of spastic swipes. She swiftly switched from spot to spot, acting as if she was training a wild animal, smiling and laughing. Her fun and games were shortly cut down when another figure stepped into view.
“Well, look who’s slacking off, why don’t you get a cup of coffee while you wait Surrugi? Ira?” a darker, tensed voice snapped at the maroon-locked boy and the brown-eyed girl. The girl stood up straight, her eyes fixing on the shadow in the later sunlight. A buffer, rogue-looking boy returned her gaze with a scowl. Her smile faded to a straight face.
      She mumbled “Sorry sir, what do you need?” and looked to the boy who was supposedly Surrugi. She whispered a foul name in Azarathean, the language he was speaking with the half-human earlier, to get his attention. After a moment to rip the remaining gauze from his arm, he stood tense, looking to the taller teen with wide eyes.
“Yes Kuro---sir?” he asked him with a knot in his throat, this guy always scared him for some reason. He was always showing up when he was goofing off, what did he want now?
      Of course, it wasn’t only this that scared him; it was also the fact that he had been recouped after Damien’s “disappearance” by the boss himself. Either they were good friends, or this guy was one ferocious devil.
      Speaking of devil, he even looked the part. His jet-black hair was spiked, with stray bangs dipping into his face that covered his right eye. The visible eye was dyed crimson, like most other demons, but the vibrancy of the color gave Surrugi some type of defenselessness. His body was paler than most, he wore a dark cape to counteract his ghostly pigment. Its tattered and frayed edges stopped about halfway down his back, dead-center in the back of the cloak was a scrawl of lettering, unreadable but stylish. The shirt he wore was a darker grey, his pants the same; a belt of studded leather accompanied them at the waist. He wore combat boots, regardless of weather or terrain. They were as dark and menacing as his hair. The muscular man grinned,
“Ira tells me that you fought her, Surrugi, is there any false information about that?” he slyly fixated his visible eye on the boy with the reddish-hair. Surrugi saluted with a “Yes sir, and no sir!” Kuro smiled, walking to the boy with a faint grin.
He jeered, “This isn’t boot camp boy . . . this is homicide. Tell me, what did you learn?” Surrugi smiled dully, giving a half-aspirated smirk to the older teen with the black hair.
“She responded to blood, she doesn’t like getting herself or others hurt. Her “teammates” . . .” he stopped and looked to the T-shaped Tower that hung lonely in the center of the bay.
      “Aren’t going down without one hell of a fight,” Ira noted, smiling to him evilly as she spoke. It energized her to think of a life-or-death battle, they were always the best fights. The older boy laughed, tossing up and down a sharpened piece of metal. He had found it searching the rooftop of their victim’s base. He felt faint traces of the half-demon’s blood still residing on the blade. Was it some kind of suicide?
      He beamed, catching the blade once more. “And that’s exactly what we’re bringing them. . .” he looked to the blade, then to the T-shaped tower. “. . . Don’t worry hybrid, your life of struggles is going to end very soon.”