Finding Andria

Charles felt sore all over, he felt as if he had fell down from a fifth floor stair. He stared at the horrible bruises that covered his entire torso, all of which Viole had given for the past few days. He was sure he had broken a bone or two; the pain was so intense he had cried out. But as the days passed by the pain had subsided and the bone mended by itself. He had already forgotten where the broken bone was located.

He was sure whenever Viole realized that the previous bruises were healing, he will make sure to return it again with a new one.

He slowly slid his shirt and next a thick jacket, avoiding the areas where the bruises and wounds were hurting the most. Viole had planned to have an excursion that night and suggested to wear dark conspicuous clothes. He wasn't exactly happy about the plan; all he wanted for the moment was to lie down on a couch in front of a warm fire sipping something sweet. He knew he needed to recover first because he didn't know until when his body can take all of Viole's torture.

Feeling light headed, he slowly came out of the bathroom, slid on his newly bought shoes courtesy of Viole, and walked out of the room.

When he arrived downstairs, Irife and Viole were already waiting for him.

Irife had grown a bit of her hair, her bangs now touching her eyes she often pawed at it away whenever she is talking. She had stayed too; because of him she had lost all contacts with Dragon Tattoo. Up until now she still hasn't had news of his whereabouts. Though he was worried in that matter, she did said it was okay. She knew her old man will contact her when the coast is clear.

"Let me put an eye on you," Irife said meeting him half way through the entry way.

He watched as she lightly touched him in his c.h.e.s.t, he waited to see something but he didn't even felt anything.

Irife smiled up at him, as if reading his mind.

"I am the only one who can see." She said turning around to place one on Viole. The man glanced at him, a glare directly towards him. Charles knew Viole has an eye for Irife, he always caught him staring at her whenever she didn't notice. He admits she is a pretty little thing but he was still on the stage of coping that he didn't want to think about it.

"Remember not to go too far," Irife said to Viole, "Only around the premises where we talked about. If you both go further than that I wouldn't be of any help."

Viole nodded, securing his hand gloves and pulling his sleeves to cover the metal that was wrapped around on both of his arms.

He turned towards Charles. "Put your hood on. Just stay close."

He nodded.

Irife pulled Charles towards Viole. He knew she glanced at the already reddened and torn knuckle on his right hand and he knew Viole caught the worried look on her face but stayed silent.

"Be careful," Irife said before stepping back.

"We'll be back soon." Viole answered. He placed his left hand on Charles arms before they plunged into darkness.

When Charles felt his feet lifted off the ground he panicked, but it instantly touched solid ground before he could react. He felt the whole world was spinning and felt his guts churned. He dropped on his knees trying to keep his food from staying inside his stomach.

"You'll get the hang of it." He heard Viole said.

Charles nodded, another one added to things he need to get used to into his already messed up life.

When he finally regained his balance, he slowly stood up, all muscle protesting all bruises in pain. He gritted his teeth and stood as normal as he can.

Viole already noticed his pain but kept it to himself.

Charles realized they arrived on an open field where a dark gloomy building stood at the center of the darkness of the sky. Cold wind blew and made Charles cold. Where are they?

"This is one of the most secluded places for a high profile people in jail. Usually the ones who are sent here never returns outside, either they die in there of old age or die in torture and or life sentence. Usually Reapers come and go in this place, and guess what we do inside?" Viole said turning to glanced at Charles.

He didn't wait for Charles to answer, "We make those soul passed through the light." He continued staring up at the dark night sky.

Charles thought he heard wrong. No one said about a convicted people soul being part of the job.

"This one here is difficult too. Usually souls who dies here has a strong connections to the living world, they are mostly disoriented and in some instances a lingering memory still stays that made it difficult for them to pass on. We as Reapers needed to pass on souls as many as possible; it makes the urge inside a little less burdened. And I bought you here to show you the way to better understand what it truly means to be a Reaper."