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chester sat in a tree he was lent up against the trunk, his legs laid out infront of him, he was fast asleep, he had a big night last night, blood dripped from his fists, his lip was split and he had a few peices of steel sticking out of his chest, he had, had a very very rough night,

all of a sudden his eyes opened, all he could think about were those rogue ninja, how they nwere demented, they wernt human mutated and disfigured, chester sighed, he was an angel of death and yet he couldnt stop his own death from eventually comming to be, chester lent down and pulled his scythe from the tree, he swung it upwards and a bright red apple fell, he caught it, he sliced it down the middle with his scythe, he rolled out of the tree swinging on the branch with the scythe, he hung there for a second bitting the apple then dropping down onto the ground,

it was bright but he couldnt be stuffed staying asleep all day he had to get as far away from that town as possible, no way was he going back there,
he walked in the long green grass, he could feel a pressence behind him, he herd a twing snap and he turned to see the three rogue ninja behind him,

chester sighed, he'd only woken up less then five minutes ago, the first ninja came at him, he swung the scythe, it stabbed the first ninja in the chest killing him instantly, the second ninja came running at him, chester dropped the scythe, and proceded to punch the ninja in the face, he felt bone crack, flesh tear and cartlidge split, the ninja realed backwards, and came running at him again, blood spraying from its mask it drew is sword and swung at chester, chester blocked it with his talon blades, he then slashed it across the face revealing its ungly deformed face, he stabbed his talon blades in that ugly mess.

the third began to run away chester sighed again, he pulled his scythe from the first ninja's chest, he then took aim at the running ninja, he swung the scythe up into the air and threw it, he scythe cut the ninja clean in half, chester smiled as the enchanted scythe returned to his hand, he took another bite of his apple and walked down a grassy hill.

((Wow. That post was a work of art. Not even I could do something like that. Damn ingrained grammar rules))

Fire. Screams. Death and decay. Blood flowing. People dieing. Women crying. Fire. Screams. The only things he saw. Then the worst part came. That girl. No more than eight years old. Trampled to death by the crowds. But the worst part was those eyes. Cold. Emotionless. Accusing. It caused him to snap.

Running out of the village, jumping over the bodies littering the ground. Ignoring the fires that sprouted up around him. Even paying no attention the the various cuts he sported on his body, he ran on. Then he entered the forest. The only place nearby that hadn't been hit by the fire.

He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't get the image out of his head. Those eyes. Those, cold, dead eyes. Eyes that seemed to say "You did this. I blame you." He hated it. He had let his anger take control. With that said, he came to one conclusion. Death. Death was the only escape.

His sword still by his side, he pulled it in front of him. Blood still littered the blade, the moonlight creating an effect like magic. One quick flick, then a thrust, and the blade plunged into his heart. Then all was black.

With a gasp, and a hand placed over his heart, Cyrith awoke from the nightmare. No, the memory. The scar still feeling just like it did when he died. One of the only reminders of the event. The scar, the sword in the middle of the town, and his memories. He couldn't escape those memories. That was when he found himself shivering, his wings wrapped around him, a cold sweat on his body. Damn, he hated waking up.

chester spotted a nearby creek, he found a suitable tree stump and sat on it, he washed his hands, the blood trailed down the creek, he pulled a some steel string and a needle from a small pouch on his belt, he prepared the string and needle and started stitching his hand up, as he finished this he propped his scythe in the mud to use like a mirror.
he poised himself and stitched his lip up,
he ten looked down putting the needle away he oulled some dressings from his wounds and a pair of forcepps from another pouch, he grasped the first peice of steel with the forcepps and pulled it out, he did so to the other 7 untill they were all out, he tore a peice of his shirt off and whipped the blood from his chest, he then dressed the wounds.
chester took the apple that was in his hand and stuffed it in his mouth.

Silva sulked down the street, rubbing the bruises on her ribs as she went. A large crowd was out on the streets, comprised of ghost, demon, and angel. All parted before her, afraid to get anywhere near the rogue ninja Uchiha, the crazy girl who might snap at any moment.

She sighed bitterly, as always surrounded, as always isolated. Sometimes she wished she was normal, sometimes she wished she was dead. But then she always saw a ghost and was reminded that even in death, no one got any rest.

She reached Icharn Ramen and stepped in. The loud clamor she had heard from 3 streets down instantly quieted. She felt many eyes shift to her, many hostile, some pitying, but all alien. Ignoring them, she walked in and took a seat. Several people proclaimed they were "Done" even with full bowls in front of them. The rest followed suit. Before long, Silva was left alone.

She let her head fall to the counter. Alone. Again.

chester started to walk towards the nearest town maybe he could find some food, and apple was nice, brilliant for an angel of death, maybe some ramen,
"mmmmmmm ramen"
chester walked towards the town he could smell all the ingrediants, he was happy, he drooled like he had never before, he felt his wings extend, he hovered above the ground and smiled.

Silva sighed and raised her head. The shop owners were glaring at her. "What would you like, ma'm?"

"Anything. I don't care." She sighed waving them away. She felt bad for them, and a little angry. She understood that they'd be frustrated since she scared all of the customers away, but they didn't have to be so rude about it. She swore under her breath, here was a town of ghosts and demons and angels and everyone here was afraid of her.

Cyrith sighed in happiness. No demons. "So, a familiar? How long it been since you called it? After a while, the soul bond will diminish, and others might be able to summon it."