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Chapter 3

I looked at the clock, 8:30pm.
not very late, but i had practice early tomorrow morning.
I showered and changed and headed for my room.
Yes, we have our own rooms.
In his line of work sometimes it bothers him and he likes to be alone for a while.
As i walked towards my room, i felt a draft. I opened my door, to find my window smashed.
Cold air caressed my face.
My first thought was local kids hit a baseball through the window.
I turned to leave my room but instead i came face to face with Scyther.
"Hello my dear,It's been a long time," he said, in an almost cheery voice.
"Hi," was all i could come up with.
"It's been quiet awhile since we've seen eachother,"
"I'm sorry, do i know you,"
He laughed.
"I've seen you're performances many times, miss Scarlet,"
I was hopping he hadn't realized that i was with Reaper on several occassions that they head gone head to head.
"You're very good, i would like to offer you a job,"
I relaxed.
"A job?"
"Yes,"
"I already have one,"
"Yes, the Opera House seems to be buzzing this year,"
"Yes it is,"
He started to say something else, when i remembered the broken window.
"Did you break in through my window?"
He smiled.
"Guilty,"
"Was the front doors lock to hard to pick?"
He laughed.
"No, it's my signature,"
"Sounds very amature,"
he sneered at that.
"Who sleeps in the other room?"
That threw me.
"Why?"
"Curiousity,"
"Tell me about this job,"
"I thought you weren't interested,"
"I'm not,"
He sighed, confused.
"I'm not interested in any job you have to offer and i'd like you to leave immediately, i'd hate to have to ask you to leave," I said as forcfully as i could
"You don't even know the job i'm offering,"
"I have the highest paying vocal job there is, i don't need a new one,"
"I didn't say anything about vocals, i have a job for your special skills,"
I narrowed my eyes on him.
"What special skills?"
He smirked.
"My sources tell me you have great... 'finding' skills,"
I was silent so he continued.
"I need you to find our masked vigilanty, for me," he said pulling out a photograph of Reaper.
I picked up the picture, my true love in his mask.
I looked back to Scythe.
"You want me to find the Reaper?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Why?"
"I know you know who i really am, everyone does, The Reaper is in my way and i want him disposed of,"
"And you think i can dispose of him?"
"No, i think you can find him for me and possibly lure him into a trap with your femine wiles,"
"My feminine wiles?"
"Yes,"
I looked back down at the photograph.
"Think about a few days, if you agree tell the mailman withing the next week," he said heading back to the window.
"If you don't mind, i'd much rather you use the door this time,"
He chuckled to himself as he nodded.

Once he was gone, I sweeped up the broken glass and tapped a garbage bag over the broken window.
Tomorrow i planned to call the repair men to fix the window, i was sending Scyther the bill too.
There was a quiet knock on my bedroom door.
Israel.
"Come in," I called.
He entered pulling off his mask.
"You're home early," i said.
"The city is quiet tonight," he said, he had a worried look about him.
"Not good?"
"No, it means somethings going to happen,"
I opened my mouth to speak when he realized the tempature.
"Why is it so cold in here?"
"Oh, uh, the window... it's broken," I said pointing to the blue tarp.
He walked over to it, examining it closely.
"What happened? Are you ok?"
he turned to me.
"Yes, i'm fine,"
He took my hands in his.
"What happened?"
I sighed.
"Scyther paid me a visit,"
His worry seemed to float off him and fill the air.
"Are you ok?" he asked running his fingers over my arms and face, as if checking me for injuries.
He's done that ever since i kissed him on the cheek that fateful day in Art class.
As if he's been waiting for me to become terribly ingured from association with him.
"Izzy, I'm fine, he wanted me to do some business with him,"
"What!?"
He had the wrong idea, i could see what he was thinking as if he had it tattooed across his face.
"Not that! He wants me to track down and trap the infamous Reaper,"
He frowned down at me.
"You shouldn't have to be hounded by the likes of him,"
"Izzy, if you start telling me that i'd be better off without you i'm going to Scyther that i'm really Reaper,"
He rolled his eyes.
"He'd never believe you,"
"I could always get a sex change, if you kick me out of your life i may as well swear off men,"
"That's not funny,"
I ignored him.
"I could take the job from Scyther, we could use it against him,"
"No!"
Typical boyfriend answer.
"Izzy, think about it, we could get him,"
"No,"
"Just think about it,"
He glared.
"You're not going to let up on this are you?"
I shook my head.
He sighed and wrapped and arm around my waist.
"Come on," he began pulling me towards his room, "You need to get up early for practice tomorrow, and a sore throat from that draft isn't going to help,"
"You're staying in tonight?" I asked excitedly.
He nodded.
I smiled up at him as he bent down and kissed me.

Description
Chapter 3

I looked at the clock, 8:30pm.
not very late, but i had practice early tomorrow morning.
I showered and changed and headed for my room.
Yes, we have our own rooms.
In his line of work sometimes it bothers him and he likes to be alone for a while.
As i walked towards my room, i felt a draft. I opened my door, to find my window smashed.
Cold air caressed my face.
My first thought was local kids hit a baseball through the window.
I turned to leave my room but instead i came face to face with Scyther.
"Hello my dear,It's been a long time," he said, in an almost cheery voice.
"Hi," was all i could come up with.
"It's been quiet awhile since we've seen eachother,"
"I'm sorry, do i know you,"
He laughed.
"I've seen you're performances many times, miss Scarlet,"
I was hopping he hadn't realized that i was with Reaper on several occassions that they head gone head to head.
"You're very good, i would like to offer you a job,"
I relaxed.
"A job?"
"Yes,"
"I already have one,"
"Yes, the Opera House seems to be buzzing this year,"
"Yes it is,"
He started to say something else, when i remembered the broken window.
"Did you break in through my window?"
He smiled.
"Guilty,"
"Was the front doors lock to hard to pick?"
He laughed.
"No, it's my signature,"
"Sounds very amature,"
he sneered at that.
"Who sleeps in the other room?"
That threw me.
"Why?"
"Curiousity,"
"Tell me about this job,"
"I thought you weren't interested,"
"I'm not,"
He sighed, confused.
"I'm not interested in any job you have to offer and i'd like you to leave immediately, i'd hate to have to ask you to leave," I said as forcfully as i could
"You don't even know the job i'm offering,"
"I have the highest paying vocal job there is, i don't need a new one,"
"I didn't say anything about vocals, i have a job for your special skills,"
I narrowed my eyes on him.
"What special skills?"
He smirked.
"My sources tell me you have great... 'finding' skills,"
I was silent so he continued.
"I need you to find our masked vigilanty, for me," he said pulling out a photograph of Reaper.
I picked up the picture, my true love in his mask.
I looked back to Scythe.
"You want me to find the Reaper?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Why?"
"I know you know who i really am, everyone does, The Reaper is in my way and i want him disposed of,"
"And you think i can dispose of him?"
"No, i think you can find him for me and possibly lure him into a trap with your femine wiles,"
"My feminine wiles?"
"Yes,"
I looked back down at the photograph.
"Think about a few days, if you agree tell the mailman withing the next week," he said heading back to the window.
"If you don't mind, i'd much rather you use the door this time,"
He chuckled to himself as he nodded.

Once he was gone, I sweeped up the broken glass and tapped a garbage bag over the broken window.
Tomorrow i planned to call the repair men to fix the window, i was sending Scyther the bill too.
There was a quiet knock on my bedroom door.
Israel.
"Come in," I called.
He entered pulling off his mask.
"You're home early," i said.
"The city is quiet tonight," he said, he had a worried look about him.
"Not good?"
"No, it means somethings going to happen,"
I opened my mouth to speak when he realized the tempature.
"Why is it so cold in here?"
"Oh, uh, the window... it's broken," I said pointing to the blue tarp.
He walked over to it, examining it closely.
"What happened? Are you ok?"
he turned to me.
"Yes, i'm fine,"
He took my hands in his.
"What happened?"
I sighed.
"Scyther paid me a visit,"
His worry seemed to float off him and fill the air.
"Are you ok?" he asked running his fingers over my arms and face, as if checking me for injuries.
He's done that ever since i kissed him on the cheek that fateful day in Art class.
As if he's been waiting for me to become terribly ingured from association with him.
"Izzy, I'm fine, he wanted me to do some business with him,"
"What!?"
He had the wrong idea, i could see what he was thinking as if he had it tattooed across his face.
"Not that! He wants me to track down and trap the infamous Reaper,"
He frowned down at me.
"You shouldn't have to be hounded by the likes of him,"
"Izzy, if you start telling me that i'd be better off without you i'm going to Scyther that i'm really Reaper,"
He rolled his eyes.
"He'd never believe you,"
"I could always get a sex change, if you kick me out of your life i may as well swear off men,"
"That's not funny,"
I ignored him.
"I could take the job from Scyther, we could use it against him,"
"No!"
Typical boyfriend answer.
"Izzy, think about it, we could get him,"
"No,"
"Just think about it,"
He glared.
"You're not going to let up on this are you?"
I shook my head.
He sighed and wrapped and arm around my waist.
"Come on," he began pulling me towards his room, "You need to get up early for practice tomorrow, and a sore throat from that draft isn't going to help,"
"You're staying in tonight?" I asked excitedly.
He nodded.
I smiled up at him as he bent down and kissed me.