Chapter.02

"You asshole man!" Minx scrolled at her partner, her brown eyes never leaving him as he leaned against the wall. "Why did you do that?! You knew it would hurt me to open a tear that quickly!"

Ryan shrugged and reached in his pockets to pull out a thing of bandages, he looked at her before tossing them. She caught them and winced as pain rushed through her palm where her cut bled uncontrollably more than normal.

"Wrap yourself up. I've got the money and there's enough here to get you some herbs for that wound yanno."

"I figured...still Ryan you can't be doing this to me. I am not fully skilled and you know it."

"You can do just as good as any other witch around here if you wanted too and you know it." He stepped forward, kneeling down to her  level. "You just doubt yourself. Here's your half. You should go talk to your wife."

The woman eyed the money before looking up at him with a glare. He knew she wasn't happy about how much pain he had caused her and he was honestly sorry but he refused to say it for the greater good. When it came to Minx her anger only fueled her powers and gave her the ability to do more than ever which is exactly why he's so rude when it comes to her. Not that she'd ever understand that.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and watched her walk upstairs before sighing loudly. To him this was an everyday thing. Wake up, stalk, steal, and head back to base. Not that he really cared, the cops around here weren't actually cops. If you got robbed in this place then you were screwed.

Ryan walked outside into the snow and took a deep breath before closing his eyes and allowing the snow to fall on his cheeks. His eyes opened slowly which caused his pupils to retract as light found its way into them, his once hazel brown began to change into a green and as they did this a gray ring appeared around his pupil...he looked down at his hands when the feeling of something landing on them tickled his senses. The sound of snow crunching behind him echoed but he didn't move a muscle or pay any mind to it for his gaze just sat on the ember. Another woman had been burned which meant someone had found out about their child.

"Another one?" Came a soft voice behind him. "That's the seventh one this week. You'd think people would actually care about their lives..."

"Yeah well," he paused. "No one really cares until it's too late."

Ryan thought back to his mother and father who were there to support him when he was learning how to use his powers. They begged him not to use them anywhere else and like a fool he dared to not listen. The image of his mother's body burning on the steak flashed and he clenched his jaw shut and closed his fist. His eyes fell down upon his arms where his veins flashed a solid white and began to pump with life.

"Ryan," Krism soothed, moving closer to place a hand on his arm. "You're very well alive."

His grip loosened and his gaze softened as his anger faded so did the colors in his body. He was a ghost breed which was extremely rare to come across because most of them died at birth and never lived to see adulthood but not him. Out of all the children that died before they could take their very first breath of air he lived. The man who was selfish and rude. He'd do anything to go back to when he first got his powers–anything.

But he couldn't.

Nothing could change what he did and he knew it. The hardest part about it was accepting what he had done when he was younger.

"Yeah," he choked. "I very well am Krism."

The woman dropped her hand and gave a small smile when she heard his words. She knew how weak they were but she refused to let the mood go sour.

"Oh! I don't mean to be rude but..." her tone faded into a more harsh one as her brown eyes turned into a ruby red. "Next time you hurt my wife I'm gonna hang you by your toes and burn you alive."

He gave a slight chuckle as he stared at the woman in front of him. Though she was small her threats were not to be held as a joke and he knew it. She was indeed a very angry woman as well as protective when it came to her wife. Bless her heart.

She walked off with a sway of her hair.

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Name: Krism
Race: Fire Holder
Ability: Able to create fire of any sort
ßkill rank: 9-10 A+