Jax--Mission? What Mission?

Finally I was out of there! I closed my eyes and breathed in--choked on--what the human's considered 'fresh air.' Well, contamination or not, at least it wasn't filled with the presence of creepy Elder Demons breathing down my neck or people 'keeping an eye or two' on me. I'm not sure what attracts their constant attention so much--am I that good looking? Heh, if I asked them that, any pretty face I had would've been soiled with a red hand mark across it.

But, fact was, I was away from that now. I was on, what I like to call, a Secret Vacation. Missions were for, well, not me. Not today at leat. Besides, I'd been pulling the weight under the whip for longer than I could remember; It was about time I had in a little sharpening of the saw---and what better a place than here? An entire planet virtually demon-free!

I walked along the road, studying the somewhat bland, but cheery scenery. Back at the ranch, things were definatly more eye-catching, but not always mind-soothing.

"Hey," someone said. I yanked my hands out of my pockets and whirled around to see a kid a little older than myself.

"You new here?" he asked.

"You could say that," I shrugged. I had mentally been here more than I wanted, thanks to stacks upon stacks of textbooks and such, but never physically.

"What's your name?"

Name. What was a good name? Ah, "Clyde," a mighty fine nick-name if I do say so myself.

"Nice to meet you Clyde, I'm Gary." Ooh, that was a good one too.  He stuck out a hand and I stared dumbly at it for a moment, not sure what it meant. Oh yes, a greeting--duh! I had always found that strange. Us demons hardly ever really 'greet.' And when we do, you can bet your best pair of mismatching socks that it doesn't include grabbing hands. "Do you want me to show you around?"

I grinned. I never read about humans spontaneously doing acts of kindness before--but hey, why not take advantage of it?

"Sure, that'd be great. Thanks."

I liked these guys so far. So maybe their histories or natural tendencies were a little off, but it wasn't like we'd never knocked over the milk a time or two before.

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