*Note: Blast is my friend's OC. She requested this oneshot at school, so here it is!*

The hooded girl flew between the trees at a pace no one could follow with eyes alone. Her wings paused, but never faltered, and she twisted under a branch before reaching her destination. Lightly landing on a branch, she leaned against the tree and stared up at the dark sky. It was almost midnight, and she had been flying for hours.

Tracing the rough bark of the tree with her fingers, she let out a sigh. Finally, after several minutes past, she spoke softly.

"Blast." She whispered quietly.

"I am Blast."

The girl sat up on the branch and grabbed a tree limb to help keep her balance. Slowly standing up, she stretched her wings, which were sore from darting between houses and trees.

"No one can stop me." She muttered to herself.

Suddenly, a rustling was heard nearby. Blast froze, folding her wings in to camouflage her red top. Slowly, ever so slowly, she looked over the edge of the branch and reached for the knife that hung at her side.

A figure was moving beneath her. From what Blast could she, it had wild black hair, a rather pale face, and old clothing that looked...

Blood stained.

She stiffened. Had the pursuers found her? Tensing, Blast was ready to take flight, but she wasn't expecting what happened next.

At first it was a rustling. Blast had only a split second to wonder what caused the noise as her foot finished brushing against the leaf and carried her down. Gasping, she opened her wings and jerked to a halt behind the stranger, gulping in air. Her knife landed next to her on the carpet of pine needles and leafs, shining in the dull light of the moon.

Slowly opening and closing her wings, Blast tried to regain feeling in them. Looking up, though...

She had a bigger problem to deal with. The stranger was looking at her, but probably not as much as she was looking at him.

His face... What had happened to his face? And... His eyes! Who... Or, what, was this creature?

Blast got up, her eyes still fixed to the smile carved in the strangers cheeks, extending his mouth and revealing his sharp teeth. His eyes never blinked, looking at her with a dangerous sort of thirst.

Thirst for blood. Blast thought.

I guess he's more like me than I thought.

Reaching for her knife, she was stopped as it was plucked out of her reached and stabbed down just millimeters from her wrist, slicing a thin red line.

"I'm sorry." The stranger said sarcastically.

"I don't believe we've meet. Let me introduce myself."

He picked up the knife and twirled it around his fingers.

"My name is Jeff." He said.

"But most people know me as Jeff the Killer."

Blast tried to get up, but a sharp pain in her foot stopped her. Her knife... She needed her knife.

No. She thought. I know what I need.

Reaching out, Blast stretched toward a nearby stick. She fingered it. Strong, lightweight, perfect.

"You want to fight?" Asked Jeff. He seemed amused.

"Go ahead. I can wait."

Blast grabbed the stick and used it to help her stand up. Swaying slightly on her feet, she gripped the stick harder.

"My name is Blast." She said at last, now steady.

Jeff laughed.

"Are you going to attack? Or are you afraid?"

Blast hesitated, and that was all Jeff needed to deliver one last mental blow before the fight began.

"Aw... Is the little baby bird afraid to fight? You're afraid, aren't you?"

Blast starred Jeff in the eyes.

"No." she said. "You're wrong."

Blast tossed the stick up in the air. As Jeff watched, it began to glow, suddenly bursting into a large beam of light. When it faded, Blast was standing, wings extended, gripping a glowing black scythe. Her eyes glowed red.

"Let's fight."

Jeff lunged forward with the knife, but Blast shot up in the air and landed behind him. Glaring, Jeff threw the knife at Blast. She brought the scythe up just in time and pulled the blade out of the handle. She grinned.

"You want this back?"

Jeff growled and pulled another knife from his pocket. This time he waited for blast to make her move. Blast lept behind him but he clipped the tip of her wing with the knife and she fell. Angry, she swung the scythe at him, but Jeff blocked it with the knife. Each of them pushed against the blade of the other's weapon, but no one could win, as they were equal in strength.

Finally, Jeff relaxed.

"How about a truce?" He asked.

Blast nodded, stepping back with two large strides. She swung the scythe over her shoulder.

Jeff leaned against the tree.

"I like you." he remarked casually to Blast. Blast squinted at him briefly, confused, before snorting in disbelieve.

"Says the guy who tried to kill me."

Jeff laughed.

"That was child's play. If I wanted to kill you you would be dead by now." He slipped the knife in his pocket and grinned. Blast stepped back slightly, mildly disturbed at the sight of his scar sliding up his cheek even more.

"Nice trick you did there with that stick." He remarked, nodding in the direction of the scythe.

"Mind teaching it to me?"

Blast regained her confidence and flew up to a branch, dangling her feet down.

"You couldn't do it." She said.

"It's a long story."

"Not as long as my story, I bet." Jeff replied.

"Perhaps not." Blast's eyes were now back to normal, a dark void with a distant red spark in the middle.

"But then, you haven't been a... An experiment, have you?"

Jeff's forehead creased, the only thing betraying his fake smile.

"What do you mean, Dear?" He asked, puzzled. Blast cringed at his use of the name 'Dear'.

She whispered down to Jeff.

"They're still after me."

Jeff grinned again, teeth shining in the dark.

"I think it's time for a little... Hunt, wouldn't you agree?"

Blast grinned in return.

"Do you have the idea I have?"

Jeff nodded. "It's been awhile since I've last tasted blood..."

Blast spread open her wings, now fully healed. Jeff frowned.

"I thought I hurt your wing."

Blast leaped of the branch. "Like I said, it's a long story. Follow me."

Jeff ran silently beneath Blast. He had to pause at once point to cross a stream, but finally meet Blast in a dark alleyway.

Blast pointed at the crowd in the street.

"That's them." She whispered to Jeff.

"Let's go." Jeff wore a sick smile on his face as he lept out. He tore into the nearest person with a knife before plunging it in another. Meanwhile, Blast swung her scythe in all direction, causing streams of blood to fly through the air and spatter on the sidewalk.

A scream stopped her in her tracks. Turning, she saw Jeff bleeding. His right hand had been partially severed, and he had lost the knife. Now, the last remaining person was aiming a gun to his head.

Then, time slowed down. Blast saw the finger start to tighten on the trigger, and she raised her scythe, charging at the man. The trigger was pulled, and Blast saw the bullet start to move just as she swung the foot into Jeff's side, knocking him over. At the same time, she flung down the scythe, cracking the man's skull and tearing the rest of him in half. A pool of blood began to form as she knelt beside Jeff, who was shivering.

"You... Saved me." He whispered.

"Of course." Blast replied, checking Jeff for injuries. After making sure he had none, she helped him to his feet.

"You're shivering." She said. "Are you cold? Afraid?"

Jeff paused.

"Happy." He said.

"I tasted blood once more."

Blast grinned, using her foot to stir one of the many thick red puddles. She watched the moonlight glimmer off of it, making rippling patterns and reflections.

"And I have you." Jeff finished. Blast looked up, and responded to what Jeff had said before.

"I like you too." She said. She put her arm around him as they walked back toward the forest together.

"I like you too, Jeff."

Jeff looked at her and, acting on impulse, kissed her. Blast was startled. It has a nice kiss, with a faint trace of blood, but she wasn't expecting it. Jeff backed away and looked into her eyes.

"Blast." He said.

"I love you."

Blast looked back at Jeff.

"I love you too." she replied, dropping her scythe as it transformed back into a stick.

"And I'm not Blast."

Blast leaned against him as they continued on, passing beneath more trees. He handed her knife to her, and she flipped it up in the air and caught it again. Smiling wide, she grabbed Jeff's hand with the hand in which she held the knife. Guiding her hand up, he helped her slice deep into the side of her cheeks. Gently, he wiped away the blood.

Blast put the knife back in it's sheath.

"Call me Blast the Killer."