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Blood *smiles evilly*

Turns with a quick sneer and walks out of the stadium heading out toward the wilderness.

A smile crossed her lips as she slowly stood up and made her way back down towards the center of the arena. As she reaced the cement wall at the very bottom, she climbed on top and jumped to the arena floor, where she landed gracefully. Slowly walking forward, she began to remember some of her old fights.

As she slowly opened her eyes and looked around the arena once more, she smiled. These were the memories that could never bring her down. Even if the fight hadn't gone her way, it was good just knowing that she had been a challenge. Knowing that there would be another time when she'd run into the same person again also kept her motivated. Sighing, she turned around and ran towards the stands. Pushing up and off of it, she grabbed the edge of the wall and pulled herself over. Sitting on it with her legs dangling over, she continued to reminisce.

Reaper came into the mighty stadium of the clan. Standing dead center within the roman like structure. Her steps made a deary echo that bounced off the block walls and seats. If more then anything she seemed to belong exactly right there. Where blood of life and death were spread to stain the soil ground of Mother Earth. A breeze came cruising in creating little dust clouds and tornados from the loose sands.
Blood red cape fluttering behind her small curvy form. The breeze strong enough to make her braid flutter like the cape. Wearing her usual assassin uniform. There seemed to be nothing else she wears. It was always the same clothing. Black and red. Shadow and blood. Metal gauntlets hanging from the belt glinting from the solar beams from the sun.
Eye lids lowered halfway deep in thought. The cool gray scarf hiding most of her face from the world. Always hiding, always running.....always killing. Those were the only and true things she had ever known. There was nothing else for her but those things.
~..sister, come teach me dance....~ Her eye lids lift a bit hearing the familiar childs voice in her ears. ~..I want to learn how to dance...so I can become more like you..~
".....Maria....." Reaper whispered. My god.....how long ago was that? When did her little sister ask her to teach her danceing? why couldn't she remember?
~....d...daaaa..nce..~ Reaper's eyes somewhat begin to water. ~..whaaaat....issss.....d...d..ddaaaa..nce?~
"...Dieal..." Reaper's little brother. ".....I miss you two......so..much..."

The blood spilled out of her arm onto the ground already creating a small puddle of her life. ~Why are you doing this to yourself!!! Your so much better than that!!~ Tears welled up in Reaper's eyes the dagger falling out of her hand and crash landed on the ground beside the puddle. ~....your a fool to do this..what has happened to you? Why did you leave us? To join this clan? why?~
Would their voices ever stop running through her minds. She fell to her knees not even bothering to apply preasure to the wound. "..I don't know.....I need help..."
~..am I sick?...what's the matter with me?..~

Reaper just sat there not caring how much she bleed out. It was nothing to her. Oh god...what about Sidi? He didn't even know...she didn't want him to know....but..how can she stop? She tried so many times...only to fail. It was either hurt herself or hurt others to make it go away.
There weren't people to hurt..she couldn't do that to the clan members here. Her arm started to get pale by the blood loss but still she didn't pay any heed to it. Why should she? Why should she pay attention at all? What was there in life for her?....nothing...

"Its so.........quiet...." Reaper whispered.
For many days gone past that was what the guild was like. Quiet, diserted.....empty. The life of this place had seem to dwindle away slowly since it started. Why was it so quiet? Where was everyone? It was not like the clan to be absent for so long without a word.
Those questions pondered Reaper as she stood on one of the remaining walls of the Kimache Stadium. With arms crossed below her breasts looking down upon the loose soil of the earth. The battered seats and crumbling walls.
A gentle breeze from the north came blowing through the grounds. Casting dust clouds and mininnuter tornado's to erupt down there within the battle arena. Blood red cape flapping wildly around her dark form. Along with the long ends of the cool gray scarf that was close to a near pale blue color.
The silver cross hanging from the leather collar glint from the little sun peircing through the dark storm clouds above. The fine made velvet black shirt buttoned up covering her torso. Clearly perfect black pants matching the shirt stuffing down into the steel tipped boots.
From the leather belt hanged a new set of gauntlets. Ones made by a dear old friend of hers from the last place she lived at. They looked much stronger and more advance then the ones she used before. Those brandy eyes closing tilting her head back. Arms folding out to stretch out beside her.
She could hear the whispers of the souls around her. Secrets and a nameless evil. Cheering of crowds with the stadium the clash of steel upon steel in the heat of battle. Screams that could only mean death carried out by the grim reaper. This.........was sancutary.