Chapter 1 Really

“Are you OK Ray?” asked Damien worriedly walking up a small path toured the angelic young women he had know from childhood.

Ray’s house was hidden deep in the woods by a river under Mont’ Shicon. It was a decently size house, and was a dark reddish color. It had a big wrap around porch with a black swing and table set. It was two floors with a tower. The tower was her own special library where she kept every thing that meant the most to her. She had a big yard with an intricate design of trees and flowers of Rays own doing. The boys walked up to the house worried of what they smelled. The house smelled of blood, burnt corpse’s, and fried eggs. The combination was odd to most but to her boys…it wasn’t that weird.

“Yeah, Ray replied sarcastically, “I’m just hungry.”

“What’s with the smell?” Jay making a face of disgust.

“I had some unexpected gets,” she replied. No one would smell or even know about the ten lifeless bodies spread through out her house. She lived a good 15 miles from the main roads.

You wouldn’t know with just a glance at Ray, but she is a skilled fighter and is handy with nearly any type of blade. She has dark brown wavy hair set at her shoulders and brown eyes. She is 5’’6 and has a bad temper, and is one of the most sarcastic girls you will ever meet. She has the sweetest heart but only few know that she every has a heart at all. Damien, now he is a piece of work, at 5’’9, dark brown shaggy hair that hangs in his deep blue eyes. He is a great swords man; in fact, he is the one who taught Ray. He is a great fighter and an even better driver. Then there is Jay. He is a techno king and one of the best fighters in the world. Holding three world championships in marshal arts and street fighting. He is about 6 foot and is the fastest runner in town. He has brown eyes so dark they look black, and his blond hair sits on his eyelashes.