I watched angrily as Cain leered at Scarlett, the way he treated her brought my blood to a boil. Yet, there was another part of me that agreed with Cain, that wanted to chase Scarlett far from the school. When he disappeared, I sighed and stepped from the shadows.
"Come with me," Cains voice growled in my ear as his hand latched to my shoulder. He hurriedly pushed me out of the school and the groups of other students. "That was too close this morning, thought I'm glad you played it cool." His hands dropped his hood and I copied the motion. "Now off to your first assignment and then you will see the last of me for a while." I shifted my gaze to him, wondering if I should feel glad or scared. A large dark and angry storm cloud raided the sky. Thunder drummed over head as lightning crackled from the sky. Rain began to pour around, drenching the both of us.
Cain put his hand out in front of me stopping me before a quaint little blue, two story house. We casually proceeded up the front steps and through the unlocked front door.
"What are we doing?" I asked, getting a bad feeling about this place. Cain cast a glance back at me as though I were some moron along for the ride. I followed his through the picturesque house, passing pictures of the perfect family; a mother, a father, a daughter, and a tubby chocolate lab. "Cain," I hissed at him. He stopped abruptly and turned to me.
"Take your true form and walk into that room," his finger pointed to a pink door with a child's crayon drawings. A small, glittered covered sign bore the child's name. "Take your scythe and drag it through her body." I opened my mouth to shout and scream protests but Cain shut me up with a glare. "We have our orders Hunter and you wanted this. Don't forget that." He pushed open the door and gestured for me to hurry up.
My body trembled as I clasped my hand around the pendant and whispered my name. This time the process took half as long and hardly any pain reached my mind. I winced as I looked to my scythe and tucked my wings behind my back. Slowly and silently I moved into the room and stood next to the girl's bed covered in princess bed sheets. Tears began to well in my eyes as I raised the blade over the 7 year old girl, she was sleeping peacefully.
"I'm so sorry," I muttered and swung the blade. What followed blew apart my expectations. The blade passed into the child like it was some ghostly apparition and drug a white translucent version of the child. The white soul seemed weightless as if rested just above the floor in the air, still sleeping. I turned back to Cain and he grinned, dragging a finger across his throat in an ominous motion. I swallowed hard and held the scythe's polished wooden handle tightly. It was just as I swung the blade that the soul's eyes opened and she screamed. My eyes squeezed shut when the blade struck her form and an ear piercing scream shot through my ears.
After a few minutes I opened my eyes to see nothing before me the soul was gone and her body lay dead and motionless on her tiny bed. I...I just killed a...a child!! I fell back onto the floor and shook my head. No, no, no! Cain walked to me and placed a hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture.
"Where do they go?" I asked, my voice cracking as I drew my black wings around my body. My eyes held Cain's before he looked away.
"You'll know when the time is right." He sighed and grinned. "You don't know how nice it is to have another for company. Good job Hunter, stealing your first soul is always the hardest. Now I must leave, I have other business to attend to. You will receive your assignments at the fort in the park, just look under the mat. There should be at least one, if not two, everyday. Good bye Hunter," Cain walked to the bedroom's threshold and looked back. "And stay away from that girl. I'll be back in a week or two to check on your progress, don't disappoint me!" Then suddenly he was gone.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and cast one last forlorn look to the girl, before shifting back into my human disguise and leaving the house. I ran and ran until my feet ached and my legs burned, but I had reached my destination. Scarlett's house. Quickly, I moved to the front door and knocked on it a few times. A feminine voice shouted 'I'll get it.' The door handle turned and the door swung open. Scarlett gasped at me as I pushed my hands to my pocket. The rain fell around me, the top of my sweater sopping wet as the rains whip started to lighten.
"Hey, Scarlett right?" I asked trying to sound sincere instead of terribly pained. "I..uh...I was wondering if you would talk with me. I don't know anyone else here and you're a nice enough girl." I sighed, contained my tears and met her eyes. "Please Scarlett, I just need someone to talk to...a lot's happened lately." I scuffed my shoe on the front step and waited, with held breath, the memory of the child's scream still echoing painfully through my thoughts.