Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted.

Reaper wobbled on his stool, "You think seven years is long. Try being me...killing Templars for twelve years now." He spoke a little too loudly and a few others at the bar lifted their heads, "What? Who are these people? Did he just say killing Templars?"

 

Mya rolled her eyes and glared at Reaper. I wonder why you can't get any rest. Things get hectic when you're around.

 

Reaper's brain was fuzzy with booze, he gave her an obvious wink and a wide smile, "Yeah they do! You don't think I'm one to let anything become boring did ya? C'mon Mya, let's have some fun with these guys." He stood and the bartender growled at him, "Hey buddy, you startin a fight, you take it outside." Reaper smiled, "Then, I'd best take myself and these...pathetic *******s outside." They glared at him and stood too.

 

Mya stood up and grabbed Reaper by the arm. No more drinking for you. She dragged him outside. Please excuse my friend. He's been hitting it hard tonight.

 

Reaper complained, "Whoa, hey, c'mon Mya. I'm just having a little fun. Alaric won't mind. What are you afraid of? That you'll get hurt?" His breath reeked like alcohol as he leaned close to her, "I wouldn't let you get hurt if my life depended on it."

 

Mya made a disgusted face and continued to carry him back to the villa. You're gonna regret what you did today the day you wake up.

 

Reaper sighed dramatically, "That's what all the women say eventually. You do realize they don't like me for my personality. Once they see the Zane that's underneath all this armor, they call me filthy and cast me outside like damn dog." Reaper didn't catch his words as he spoke his real name to Mya and continued stumbling along after her.

 

Mya frowned and looked at him. Zane? Is that your real name? She didn't know if he told the truth dice he was drunk.

 

Reaper stopped and twirled her around and into his arms, "So what if it is?" His face became suddenly serious, "If you tell anyone that name....I'll kill you." He didn't use a weapon to threaten her, simply crushed her to his chest.

 

Mya was taken by surprise by his move and tried to move out of his arms. I-I got it. Just let me go.

 

"Why Mya, are you afraid of me?" He didn't slacken his grip until a few of the men from the bar burst outside and glared at him, "You still here?"

 

Mya tore herself away from his grip and looked at the guys. Just leave him alone. He's not right in the head.

 

Reaper flinched, "Ouch Mya, that hurts." He laughed hysterically. The men smiled evily, "Well well well, look who we have here. I think his little girlfriend wants to bargain his ass for hers." Reaper's laughter stopped immediately and he moved Mya behind him, "How 'bout you say that to my face!"

 

Mya stayed silent and watched from a distance. She really wanted them to stop arguing and call a peace or something, but part of her wants him to fight them. She felt confused.

 

Reaper's fogged brain gave the only signal he knew how to comprehend, drunk or sober. He'd have to fight them. Simple. Keeping his hidden blades in he moved closer to them, "If you have any weapons I suggest you throw them down." They laughed and he shrugged, "Alright, surprise me." A dagger gleamed in one's hand as he rushed Reaper. Reaper blocked it with his forearm and punched him directly in the face, "That's for making Mya take me from the bar." The dagger fell from his hand and Reaper's hidden blade flicked out, "This'll be for the comment about Mya!"

 

Mya continued to watch the fight. She didn't care what would happen, only for it to end quick so it wouldn't attract more attention.

 

Reaper stabbed his hidden blade into the man's throat and leaped at the other before he could run. "Where do you think you're going? Supporting the Templars just because they say they keep you safe! There is no redemption for any of us!" Killing the two men, Reaper stood, his clothes covered in blood and turned back to Mya looking very much like his name suggested. The reaper of death. Reaper's hidden blade glistened with blood and his eyes were dull, "I..."

 

Mya shook her head as tears fell from her eyes. Why? Why did you chose to be like this? She fell to her knees and started to yell at him. Why?! They didn't have to die! What were you thinking?! She started to cry harder.

 

Reaper shook his head slowly, "I didn't choose this Mya. This is the way I was raised." The blood and rush of old memories made him sober again, "This is what twelve years of killing will do to you. Your first instinct is to kill or be killed. Now do you see why people cast me aside? Why I couldn't find a foster family after my father was killed?!" His voice was strained and hoarse, "The way he raised me...no one can get over something like that. All the beatings, the punishments when I refused to kill! Don't you understand?!" he stopped yelling at her and felt a wetness at his side. Looking down, he noticed he'd torn open his stitches fighting, "Dammit."

 

Mya stared at him with tear stained eyes and looked down. I-I'm sorry. I should've known about your history. She sniffed and stood up.