Author’s Note: Okay, I have revised this chapter by turning it into first person. I suggest that you re-read this chapter if you have read it before April 18, 2007. Its way more descriptive and well thought out than my last entry, and I think it’s interesting now! Farewell, and thank you very much! Don’t forget to read and review!

Manga

The Devil’s Weapon

“This is Kimiko Anenokoji,” I said into my transmitter, “The demon has been spotted.” I knew my message was properly sent when I heard a beeping sound. Sighing, I looked up at the sky. The energy inside the demon was getting so strong that I could feel it as though it was I stirring the sky up into a whirlwind of black clouds, as though it was I destroying half the town. Finally a beeping sound came from the transmitter and the voice of Vice Lieutenant Shun said, “If there is no assistance needed for you then get rid of it now. It has already killed over twenty people and we have no time to spare. When you are done, I need for you to report back at the headquarters.” Nodding my head, I put the transmitter back into my device pocket and put my hair into a ponytail, leaving my hiding spot soon after.

For over an hour I had been trying to track down this fiend. One would think it was an easy task, seeing as how the creature was as big as a giant, but this location the demon chose to attack at was as far away from my house as possible. The emergency phone call that there was a wild fiend on the loose had done more than awaken me from my sleep; it had awakened me from my interesting dream of being on the wall of fame. After getting past the drowsiness and making loads of wrong turns, it was finally time for the fun part to begin.

I almost mistook the demon for an oversized bowling ball; you couldn’t really see much of its head or his legs over its large, black-striped belly. Maybe if it had been a bit smaller I would have laughed, but its height was a remarkable one that went up almost as high as the clouds. Big and tall didn’t necessarily mean harder, but it did mean that a strategy was needed. It was his eyes that amused me the most. They were constantly moving this way and that as though both of his eyes were going mad. Other than that, it was nothing more or less than your average demon; As long as it killed pointlessly and had the trademark two white circles in his pupils, it was common. I could use this demon for training since I hadn’t been doing much of it lately.

Taking hold of two spears from my weapon belt, I walked slowly to where the demon stood, trying to catch hold of his insane eyes; I wanted for it to see me, I wanted for it to put up a fight. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be worth the time I wasted getting here. To get his attention I grabbed a weaker weapon, one of my knife-sized swords, and threw it at him. It went a bit into its knee, making it howl something so loud that any normal person would have covered their ears up; sometimes I still had the urge to do this, but I let the sound go in one ear and out of the other. It didn’t hurt as much as it used to when I was beginner, but it still did quicken my heart beat. Plus, it wasn’t professional; the demon could attack and I would be to busy worrying about my ears to guard myself in time.

I learned that the hard way.

Now the beast was angered, its attention was centered on me. It dropped the human that was getting crushed within its claws and gave me a piercing stare. I was surprised that I had angered the fiend so much so soon. I was just starting. While the demon and I were in the same book, we were evidently not on the same page; one of us was a bit farther than the other. I brought out my two spears once again and I intended to use them this time. All the demon had to do was swing first and it would play right into my plan. Although my strategy was thought of right on the spot, I was sure it would work.

Its bulky hands flew to where I stood, its knife like nails ready to slash my body in half. It would never get the satisfaction. By the time its hand had reached me, I had already leaped into the air, preparing to use the fiend’s hands as an elevator. It was a sloppy trip to the top but I was able to stay steady and nonchalant. I had done this before.

By the time the fiend noticed I was on his hand it was entirely too late. I carefully crawled up the demon’s arm and onto its shoulders until I reached his tree stump imitation of a neck. Only once had I looked up at his eyes to make sure he was still searching the area for me with his crazy eyes. Luckily for me this demon was large of a stomach and short of a brain. I hadn’t been very ‘considerate’ with how I traveled on his body. What did he think I was; A bird?

Then, to my dismay, the demon began to move, obviously thinking I had been killed. I nearly flew off of his neck, but I had held on just in time. Deciding I had to quick up the pace, I flung my two spears back, and stabbed them both into his back.

He felt that!

I heard him moving his hands up to try and scratch me off, but he was too slow. Pushing the spears harder into his back, I grabbed tight hold of the hilts and rode the daggers down, pushing harder into his skin, the greenish-grayish flesh flying from his body. Maybe If I had been less disgusted with the protruding smell coming from the demon I could say the ride was fun, although a bit bumpy on the way down.

I left the spears inside his back, letting them do their jobs of ridding him of his life source. I’d get some more weapons on request. While the demon went through its death phase, I ignored the deafening sound and took my transmitter back out.

“Kimiko Anenokoji checking in,” I spoke into the transmitter. “Demon has been properly executed. I am now heading back to headquarters.” A beeping sound was heard and, almost immediately, there was a reply. “Nice job Kimiko.” It was once again the voice of vice lieutenant Shun.

It was time for me to finally retreat. I buried the transmitter inside my device pocket and mounted my motorcycle, my destination the headquarters. At least it was closer to this neighborhood then my house.

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My heart beat began to quicken, and that could only mean one thing; there was a demon near by. I thought of going straight to the headquarters anyway and ignoring my instincts, but the feeling became too overwhelming, too uncomfortable. This was unusual. No demon had ever given me such a reaction before. I had to change my route. Something this strong could not be avoided. It was my duty, as a number five demon hunter, to bring any demons and threats to attention and get them properly executed, even if it meant having to bear a few more minutes in this dreadful and corrupted neighborhood.

My senses led me to a dark, abandoned alley so far from the headquarters that I almost hated myself for being so uptight about the rules. The ground was wet with what could be either rain or urine, but you couldn’t be sure about things like that in alley like this one and I decided it would be better if I didn’t know. I climbed off my motorcycle gradually, turning the engine off and leaning it against the alley wall. This was a neighborhood of poverty and daily thievery and most people would have to be out of their minds to leave an advanced model motorcycle leaning against a wall, but there was no way your average thief could get away from a demon hunter. Although, I had to say so myself, it was always amusing to chase the foolish thieves that tried.

The alley was a long and fairly wide one. I walked a bit over five minutes before reaching a boy lying on his stomach, coughing up something that looked like blood, crying silent tears. I felt sorry for him. My sense instantly stopped when I kneeled beside him; that could only mean that this was my source; that this helpless, dying young man was an intense demon. Now I felt even worst. Although I couldn’t believe it, I told myself continuously that business was business, and I grabbed hold of a spear similar to the one used to kill the last demon. I moved to stab him in the back but just as the tip of the blade made contact with his body, the boy started talking, coughing up small amounts of blood as he spoke.

“It’s my fault...he’s so mad at me...father...the end of the world!”

And he kept repeating himself over and over again, seeming to be getting more frantic with every spoken word. It seemed weird for the boy to be saying something so childish and fragmented as he looked like he was around eighteen, but I couldn’t make those decisions; I truly had no idea what this boy went through to put him in this position. Although I was mostly aching with curiosity now, some parts of me wanted to keep this strictly business and keep my nose from where it doesn’t belong.

I put my spear away right then. There was no way I could kill him now, even though my instinct was starting to slowly come back, and half of my brain was screaming, “Just kill him and be done with it! He’s a demon and you know it!”

I ignored my business voice for once, and lifted the boy over my shoulder with no problem. He was very lanky and skinny as if he hadn’t eaten in days. It was even easier to put him on the motorcycle. I decided I would let the intensive care unit take care of him because I knew that they would voluntarily investigate the history of this boy for me.