The girl took a picture of her two friends. They were in a field trip and they were in the middle of the highway. When she took the picture, she later noticed something. A woman was behind them, her vivid eyes gazing intensely in the picture. Her black hair and white dress was visible.

Her friends begged her to put this on Facebook when they found out, and she replied with a yes. The next day she didn't. Her friends asked her why. She said,

"Because the girl in the picture disappeared."

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RULE 1 – THIS IS A STORY OF SECRECY IF YOU ARE A STRANGER, GOOD. JUST DON'T TRY TO FIND MY IDENTITY OR IF YOU KNOW IT. DAMN YOU.

RULE 2 – IF YOU ARE SOMEONE I KNOW, AND IS READING THIS. DON'T TELL ME. I REALLY DON'T WANNA KNOW THAT.

RULE 3 – IF YOU THINK A PERSON PASSED BUT DISAPPEARED IN MY HOUSE, IT MEANS IT PROBABLY WASN'T AN ILLUSION.

RULE 4 – LEAVE IF YOU DON'T CARE, I ALLOW YOU BUT IF YOU HAVE AT THE LEAST HOPES FOR THIS STORY, READ IT. I HAVE LESS THEN 30 PEOPLE VIEWING THIS AND 3 OF THEM IS ME.

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"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Dawn exclaimed. "Oh, sorry. I tend to overreact at times," she apologized. "That's fine, I didn't expect you to have a less "nicer" side to you though. I guess not everyone is perfect, haha," I said in the form of a male teacher. "Isaac isn't it?" she asked. "I'm sorry but I think I kinda forgot your name."

"I'm Dawn Redvalry," she introduced herself.

"Is it me or that sounds like the name of school?" I asked. "Not the first time I heard that, actually." Dawn glanced at the side and turned her head back to me. "That isn't the most common last time, you know. Redvalry, huh? Red was always my favorite color," I said. "Yeah…"

"Red is a color for anger, while it also represents love but in truth red is just for those kind of emotions. It's of warmth and also the burning pain that fire gives. You there?"

"Yes, I was just expecting another reason."

"What reason?"

"That's a secret; maybe I'll meet you soon. See you," she said. She smiled while waving her hand at me, to people like you. You would find that smile as someone who would be happy to hear from you again, delight was in that smile you might think. There might be also some bits of sadness to leaving you for now but no, it wasn't a true smile. It was a lie, not "only" a lie but a lie instead.

How lucky…

It was because I didn't want her to, of course.

. . . .

"Hey, Dawnie," a man greeted. "I already told you about not calling me that, Travis" she said fuming even more inside. "That sounds difficult to abstruse, it seems I forgot how to call you that," he taunted.

I'll describe him as having the same specialty with Rowan and Callie. Oh, and did I mention he's a flirt and a little bit of a pervert? I like this guy already. (Fellow pervs unite, bahahahaha) As much of an irritating person he was to her, he is ready to assist any time and a reasonable person, someone you can trust with many things. You could guess what he isn't really trusted with.

"Call me nothing then."

"Okay, nothing."

"….." She gave a light slap on her own forehead. "Fine I will, but only because of your fine beautiful self." Dawn had trouble deciding whether she just won or just lost. "I've noticed that not any one of us in S.E.I.O is ugly or even more not hideous. People here, are either somewhat above average to incredibly beautiful or amazingly cute. Even people who are already "old" seem to still have some kind of "elegance" in them. That's one of the reasons I love the organizations, don't you?" Travis folded his arms and leaned on the wall.

Dawn gave full doubt to this. "Who knows? Maybe that form of yours is just one of your disguises not the real one," she retorted knowing him as a shapeshifter. "You may not trust me with my looks but I do trust you!" he said sounding joyfully but a quite disappointed in her beliefs. "…."

"You left the school so soon but I won't ask you much yet," his voice reached a more serious tone, deeper and thicker. "Most of the people in your team are doing the same mission; I'd expect one of you would know something by now. That is, especially when it comes to you." His voice reached again a cheerful tone by the word you as he also emphasizes the word especially.

"Most."

"The two others are both considered two of the elite; they won't be doing the same thing all the time. Obviously." Travis walked up right next to the door. "I guess, I'm gonna have to say good bye now." She nodded and went back to her former activities. Travis opened the door half-way and while walking out, he whispered one thing. "Bye… Dawnie~." He then slammed the door quickly and ran like hell. Dawn was always the kind to overreact when any one broke a promise, even trivial promises.

"BAAAAAASSSSSSSTAAAAARDDDDD!"

. . . .

Travis found his escape successfully, as he switched forms in the middle of the street into a young boy. He scratched his head with once had auburn hair pushed back (mostly, except for the few strands of hair still sticking out near the sides. *Cough* Perv *Cough* *Cough*) but transformed into the color of honey and actually had a total clean cut for once. Freckles were on his round face this time, as he smiled brightly thinking how slightly terrifying it was but found it enjoyable, as many random characters in several movies and shows would say, how feisty.

"Are you lost?" a woman by the age of 25 said passing by. He nodded silently with a fake frown. "Being here alone is scary~," he whined and at the same time ran to her and received a hug. "I'll help you, promise." He received a hug and touched the remarkable feeling of those knockers.

I see what you tit there.

"Oh, I've been looking all over for you," a young man lied and came as in on cue. "I see, I guess I'll be goin-" She stared at disbelief looking on her watch. "I'm late,late,late,late,late! Oh my gosh!" She ran like the wind. Literally. Hang in there Min-suh, you're going to be like, late for your job interview and stuff, like totally.

Wait.

Wah?

"Lukas?"

"In the flesh."

. . . .

Travis had already returned to his original form by this time. "So, what else brings you here?" he asked. "Maybe I was just bored."

"Oh, maybe… you say?"

"Exactly."
"What else then?"

He turned his head to the right and to the left, finally looked behind him and gestured something directly to me despite being invisible. I nodded and put my hands in my pockets. "I'm here to pass time of course, stalking you was fun indeed."

"You did what?"

"You heard me."

He was quite odd but if you haven't recognize him as the familiar psychic in an earlier chapter well… I just told you. I rather recover from shock now, thank you, Travis thought talking to himself. "You dyed your hair again?" he pointed out seeing his new dyed hair color of red. "Why such a negative tone? Shouldn't you be used to it by now?"

"Yes, I guess I would."

"I'm not like you who can change it by the second you know."
"Well I don't change color only by the way. I don't remember doing any of that kind of thing," he lied remembering one time where he tried for a few seconds but putting that away, the answer is still a lie.

"Liar."

Travis watched silently and thought one thing.

What are your true colors then?

He walked away and by the time he was out of his sight, he turned to me.

"So Renee~ Mind telling me where the next target is?"

Is he ignoring me?

"For now."

"Over Tomoseri street near the woods, there's an abandoned building over there. Seems like someone took it for themselves," she replied.

People got different missions from people, sometimes they just find those missions themselves as easily as typing accurately while closing my eyes which I'm going to do right after this sentence. You know, kinda like this. (literally this sentence.)

I expected a mistake.

"Better wake up. You don't want to lose the race, do you?"

He then gained an unfair head start. "Not on my watch, you ass."

I look at my watch. Hey, it seriously isn't.

. . . .

"It seems to be in a closed time space," he described it.

"There's like a fight in there, wanna skip to the ending or just watch the whole thing?" I asked. "Just make it similar to a time capital without any "special" adjustments," he requested discovering the reason why he couldn't locate the target earlier. "Sure."

. . . .

"As you wish." Blood quickly flowed through the veins in her eyes as it became a deep rich color of red. She sliced her own arm feeling no pain. The blood itself turned into a blade seeping into the blade becoming something that can't be called ordinary. "Sorry but I'm unexpectedly bored to wait for you to upgrade your stuff but," he honestly told her running with speed towards her. "I guess asking you to let me see that was a good choice," he said as her hand blocked his own blade. "I bet I'd win in a sword fight though," the man laughed blazing with pride.

"I honor fair play, not like those barbarians you and I know." The adult meister just laughed even harder. The red eyed woman's arm already rapidly healed. "A fight to the death?"

He looked directly in her eyes for a second then turned his head the other way.

"Game on."

The two acted fast, speed that can be only be described as slow by sound. They can only be clearly seen by people who aren't normal. The two blades went against each other violently each time.

37th…

69th ….

90th….

127th …..

Found it, she thought. She struck him a forceful blow on his weakest move with all the power focused into it. She took his own sword and forced it down to his throat. "Spare me please!" he begged. "You're too inexperienced, in reality; people won't spare you that easily all the time."

The thoughts that crossed his mind next was, plan B. The gloves on his hand shot blasts of energy to her as she slammed her body on the wall. So hard that she coughed up blood once she struck the wall hard. "Sorry but I don't plan to lose to a woman." He stood up reaching upon the two blades with his hands. The person slowly took his own blade; it went to its normal form becoming small enough to fit in his pocket.

The woman watched him silently, her eyes no longer red. She just watched, not saying a word. He stared cautiously at her and grabbed her blade. "ARGHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed. The blade seemed to bleed and the blood seemed to enter his hands. "No…no…"

"No, no, no, no, no…" he said repeatedly. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKKKK!" the pain was unbearable. "Shi…." His vision and voice weakened gradually by each second. "…You… fu…" He couldn't seem to move anymore. He was in pure agony, dark and spreading. The blood that passed through his skin seemed to have its own mind; it drained the remaining blood that he owned so painfully. It truly felt even worse than a normal stab. It passed through his organs, his heart, his lungs and even his brain itself. He struggled to breath by a great level that it even made his pain hurt even more.

It hurt so much and he couldn't even react to it. The last movement he was able to make was his hands reaching for something he couldn't decipher anymore. The woman took the blade that was stuck to his skin; it obediently let her take it. It changed form as she took cup and drank from it. The blood bleeding from inside, so cardinal, the beautiful color of blood red, it was in fact delicious.

"I know you're there and I know what you are. I do my work and you do your work, I hope we won't interfere any of our jobs," she told him. "May I at least know your name?" he asked. "Raluca. You don't have to tell me yours. I'm leaving," she said impatiently. He was intrigued at this assassination, the death was …. Unexpected. She wasn't in the S.E.I.O, she was sent by someone else.

She disappeared outside, going outside wasn't possible with doors. Literally stepping on the dead body as the squishing sound, splurting out was what she did as she continued her way. "Dude, I'd take the stuff he had if it wasn't that … icky."

"True, it's a little fishy."

Uhhhhh….. I think I just remembered that random thing. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Anything wrong?"
"I'd like to thank whoever invented the word fuck."

"Well…..okay Kenth. Fuck indeed"

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1st World

Ken: We're doing this again?

Ren: People can skip this anyway, why not. Also, why mention the witch as the witch of time if it's supposed to be witch of life and death's time.

Ken: The words that can be used are limited. Not like I can help it, fine I'm changing it.

Ren: It's as simple as your first reviewer's review.

Ken: that guy who just reviewed the kind-of-a-word lala in his review?

Ren: Yeah.

Ken: Now that I think about it, that guy was actually nice enough to review….

Ren: *Facepalm*