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1: Destroy or be destroyed
The open road. What a beautiful place it was. Nothing but open skies and open roads; nothing in my path to stop me. My mission; was simple. Destroy or be destroyed by the one whom I trusted the most.  It had been just over a year now since I left my home, my father was chasing me everywhere I went to bring me to my knees. As much as I refused to accept it, I did miss home, I could image it now; a small country house covered with long dark green vines that this year had flower buds on them, that bloomed into beautiful flowers. 

I remember that he always used to pick one, and tell me that every flower on the vine, would remind him of me...But that was many years ago when I was still only young. I had grown up since then and mastered my skills with my gun and sword; but the only one I had to impress was him. I wasn't too sure on my mission at first, what he meant by it, but now I am certain of what he means by when he says;

"Destroy or be destroyed."

 Travelling down the road I noticed a building. An Inn to be exact; rather strange for it to be all the way out here actually. The building itself looked rather empty, cold too; but it was better than sleeping outdoors again. The tent I lived in got blown away last month during a large thunder storm, it was amazing I had even survived, but I was pretty sure I knew who had created it.

From a young age, I had trained in the arts of swordplay as well as with guns. I suppose now they were my only way to survive in this crazy world now where fathers would kill daughters, and daughters would kill fathers. Some would call it a shame, I would call it fate. I walked down the long dusty road until I reached the Inn; and pushed open the large wooden doors to advance inside.

It was set out like an old bar rather than an Inn. The wooden floors would creek as I walked across them over to the main bar that looked like it had been covered into a desk. An old bell say placed onto the dusty surface; it too was covered in dust. I put my hand to the bell, but it seemed to of rang before my hand even reached it...how strange.

I turned my head to look around slight at my surroundings, as my ice blue hair swayed over my red eyes. My eyes were what set me on my mission. The devils eye they we apparently known as; when I got angry, my eyes would always change colours to a blood red, and a strange symbol would appear within them.

A large draft came into the Inn, making my long jacket cup around my legs and sway in front of me. 

I turned my head once more. An old man stood behind the 'desk'

"Greetings there young one...How may I help a child of death?". His face was covered in wrinkles; he had a bold patch on the top of his head, but had grey sideburns and managed to pull what little hair he has into a ponytail at the back. A small spot rested on the end and bridge of his nose, and his dark green eyes watched me and I placed some money onto the 'desk'.

"A room for the night..."

"Ah...but there be no rooms here for the devil's child."

"And what is that meant to mean old man?"

"I think you know exactly what that means young one"

The wind in the room picked up gradually. The wind moved my jacket from around me, revealing my weapons that were on my body. The old man just looked at me with a slightly glare of hate in his eyes. If there was no room for the devil's child, then where did this old man expect to sleep at night; if I wonder around at tonight? He just kept that look in his eyes. Waiting for me to snap. A large smirk crept onto his face, the jewel on my weapons started to glow, he was here, he was watching me. He wanted me to do it...This old man, was past his date now, and needs to be removed. A large echo was heard from miles outside the Inn.

The keeper was now leaning against the wall; with a bullet in his head. 

"I supose I'll be checking myself in then...won't I?"

The room I placed myself in was rather cold and the bed was hard to sit on; it made the floor look soft. The shutters on the large window would contently open and close, letting in a large draft into the room. I shivered slightly and pulled my jacket around my body. Passing across the room, I looked out the window. Vines with flowers; just like at home. Large dark purple and pink flowers with a blue centre. Flowers that my father said that they remind him of me.  

I sat down onto an old rocking chair that was placed by the window and kept looking out. The road was long and zigzagged from what I saw; yet I was still far from my mission. My ears twitched slightly as I heard a noise from downstairs. I placed my hand on my gun that was placed onto my hip and waited. The stairs started to creek; someone was coming.

The door started to open, and a hand appeared around the door, clutching the wood. The hand was old and wrinkled, and red blood dripped from the finger tips. The door opened, and the old man stood there. His head bleeding, his eyes, pure white. The devil had made him my slave; my servant, but he wasn't needed. 

Every kill, I am closer to my mission, but every kill, brings me new obstacles. Unwanted obstacles. He started to walk towards me; his wound would seep more with every step, blood dripping down his face. I smirked to myself; father's act must be done.

"Destroy or be destroyed...that is how I live"

I moved rooms to a guest bedroom; I could smell the blood down the corridor, of the old dead, beheaded man.

The night was rough; very rough. The shutters 

of the room constantly opened, like in the last room. The bed; wasn't too hard, wasn't too soft, just right. The air in the room was rather warm; yet I wasn't sleeping. I was waiting.

I could hear water dripping from the attached bathroom's sink. Drip. Drip. Every droplet, followed the last, getting faster, getting quicker until there was a flow of water coming from the tap. I stood and walked to the room to investigate this; irregular behaviour. The water was red. Blood red; and there was writing on the mirror in this red liquid;

'Beware the crystal; the demon is behind you. Everywhere until you die'

I suppose this 'ghost' knew my name...Crystal, yet that doesn't surprise me with my father, always trying to scare me into forfeit.

A rough night it was trying to sleep; cold to the bone, freezing me up inside. Strong winds blew into the room, freezing up the air. I shivered and opened my eyes and sat up slowly. My jacket rested on the end of my bed as a blanket over my weapons. A large howling noise floated into the room through the window. Sliding the sheets off the bed and grabbing my shooter, I jumped out of bed and headed towards the window to spy on my next victim.

For sure, a wolf was prowling outside my window, looking for its next pray. Poor pathetic animal, yet I rather admired wolves. Proud animals that won't back up or give in to its enemy...like me. I smiled slightly as I watched it, and grabbed a limb from the old man's body that I dragged into my room. Throwing it out the window, the wolf backed up slightly and ran to it as it landed. Slowly, it ripped and ate the meat on the arm then wondered back off to its home...Home.

Day break soon came around the horizon. An old crow that had nested it's self in the chimney started to call out as the sun slowly started to rise. My eyes opened slowly as I sat up and yawned; stretching my arms about my head. I climbed out of the old bed, got washed and made my way down to the kitchen.  Looked like a typical kitchen; old but adequate. A large oven sat in the middle of the room which I used to cook some eggs on.

Around 12; when the sun was high in the sky, hot rays of sun landed on my uncovered head as I set out of the hotel and carried on my way round the dusty old road. I looked up to the sky and used my hand as a shield from the sun. Three birds were flying around the sky; looking for any small animals that were running on the floor.

"Daddy, Look at this! It's hurt!"

He laughed slightly and took the small bird from my hands. 

"Well look at that Cry, you found a hurt baby bird, let's get it back to normal again OK?"

"OK daddy"

I smiled slightly at the small memory, we always used to find hurt animals at home, and me and my father would raise them back to help...but after a few months, more and more got hurt; so many they were rotting in our garden.

"So then. The crystal has returned I see."

"Why yes father, sister has returned...are you ready?"

"I am always ready my flower petal."

I looked around slightly; I could feel that two others were here. Father and sister. Death and decay, the devil and the devil's child. I kept walking ignoring them as I heard them talk about me. The devil's gem, diamond, crystal. The hours past as I walked along the long, winding road until I reached a small town to call home for the next few days. I could still hear the voices as I to check into a small hotel outside the town. The old man was back...I was so sure he was gone.

"Well well, we meet again."


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2: Do humans not die?

A small smirk appeared on my lips as my eyes target the man behind the desk. A large oak desk with deep carvings on the front of the desk to make a small yet admirable piece of artwork. Twists and turns into the patterns that would only remind a person of the many paths and different routes of a river; trying to find its way out to sea. A soft smile replaces the hunting smirk on my face. However it was quickly replaced by my normal poker face. My eyes glanced back to the man behind the desk, as his lips turned into a grin.

"Will you be looking to book in again, Child of the devil?"

Humans. I never quite understood them. Do they not die? Do they live forever, or was he a different type of human. I've heard of some having physic powers, does that help their aid in life? All of this confused me, how they lived, their morals yet I am certain that this one isn't a normal human. Placing my hands onto the hard counter, I leaned forward to get a better look at the man I thought I had gotten rid of. Not a droplet of blood remained on his clothing, not a single scratch or scar other than his arm missing. The thought of the lone wolf ripping the flesh off his rotten arm only makes me chuckle as I pressed on my arm to stand once more.

"Will I be given one, or will I have to make you lose your other arm?"

"My darling, I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about"

A small deep laugh creped out his mouth as I pouted my lips slightly, eyes darkening into a slight glare. Placing my hand backwards and onto my hip, slipping my jacket out the way slightly to reveal my weaponry he ceased laughing as he pressed his lips together to form a hard line. Reaching behind him, his fingers slipped behind the hoop of a small steal key and slips the key off the small wooden peg. Flicking his hand forward towards me, I catch the key after it's small flight within the air and continued to place it within the small pocket sown onto the outside of my jacket.  It seems like no force will be used today.

"Make I just make you aware child. There are other demons lurking around within this building, little Crystal."

I snorted slightly through my nose and just turned my back to him and slowly paced myself away from the desk. The only noise to be heard other then my footsteps was the loud crackle that came from the old man's laugh as he banged the large iron bell that was peacefully sat on the desk with his hand. The sound echoed throughout the small hotel, all the way up to the room that I had been assigned; maybe I should of removed his other arm. 

The new room was small but yet again an adequate room for the night. A small wooden bed covered in a thin sheet, with small bumps where the springs may have come through the mattress. A dressing table and what looked to be a large set of draws, just long enough to possibly fit my sword into for storage. Within the corner of this small box room was a small wash basin, just big enough to wash a person's hands and face and next to that was a small wooden door. Walking over to the door to get a better look at it, the floorboards under me creaked and a unusual sound was heard from behind the door. The wood on the door had started to splitter off however there was a...strange marking down the middle, like someone had attacked the door. I moved my head closer to the door to get a better look to possibly identify the markings.

Claw marks. I flinch away from the door slightly as the rustle behind the door got a bit louder. Placing my hand onto the hand of my gun, I pulled it out of its holder slowly as my hand breached the gap between me and the door handle. Something wasn't right here; a cold wind passed down my spine as my hand tightly grasped onto the small metallic door handle. Turning the handle slightly, the noise behind the door stopped and I pressed forward into the room. A dark black figure seemed to of float within the room, motionless with nothing but a pushed over box below them. Swaying side to side and I flicked the small plastic light switch to the side of me. A small smirk slithered its way onto my lips as I stared at the figure.

"So...Humans can die."

I stopped and stared at the sight that was before me before turning around to exit to the room. It seems like I will no longer be able to use the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I headed over to the window, somewhat expecting to see my little lone wolf; and as on queue he was there. Watching me from outside, he paced around in a circle expecting for some food to be thrown for him however today I had nothing other than the human within my bathroom.

I sighed at the poor wolf and turned towards the bathroom, only to be pushed backwards into the window by force. Forcing my head up to look at what pushed me, my eyes made contact with those of a dead soul. Pinning me by my neck; blood was dripping down its arm as it held me in place; running down my own throat and onto my clothes which had remained stainless until now. A rope was dangling from its neck, worn but tightly tied onto it like a pair of strangling hands. Another hand joined and wrapped itself tightly around my throat, nails digging into the side of my jugular as I tried to pry the hands away from me. It was no use and it was only made my theory on humans more clear. Humans can die, but their bodies could be used as vessels for the un-dead spirits that roamed in these old buildings.

I glanced down at my sword and tried to slip my hand between the slim gap between its hand and my throat. Its eyes glanced downwards at me and then towards what I was looking at. This wasn't good. It loosened its grip in the one hand and the other one trailed down the side of my body, over my breasts and stomach and headed downwards to the hilt of my sword. I released my hand from the bodies hand and quickly grasped the hilt of my sword before they had a chance to touch it. A hiss escaped from its lips as its eyes quickly drew its attention back to my neck; the grip tightened on my neck and I tried to pull my sword from its hilt.