Name: Oliver Ruviere Age: 20 Years Old
Weapon(s): Oliver wields a Daito Katana (刀) known as Narukami or "God of Thunder"
Combat Abilities / Fighting Style:
Oliver is a mostly speed based Guardian, holding no significant magical ability or elemental powers at his disposal. As a result, Oliver relies mostly on his supernatural speed and skill with a blade to engage and defeat his foes. The boy fights with the refined grace and precision found in most Guardians. Calm and collected in the most dire of circumstances, Oliver is able to quickly adapt to new situations and new types of enemies, never relying on simply one style of fighting to get the job done. Oliver Ruviere is renowned by his peers as a remarkable swordsman, able to outclass any other Guardian in the field of sword mastery. Rumors have it that Oliver uses his magic abilities to reinforce his blade, as his sword never seems to crack or become dull through constant years of violent use. Other rumors claim that Oliver's magic goes into his remarkable swordsmanship, as he has been noted to be able to use magic to allow him to pull off extraordinary feats of swordplay impossible for even a Guardian.
Oliver is rather cocky compared to the other Guardians. While this cockiness is partially deserved due to his amazing combat abilities, it doesn't help him make any friends out of other Guardians. Oliver has displayed that he is rather cold, hard to get along with, and as such, finds himself working alone more often than working in the pairs that Guardians are well known for. Oliver realizes that he's one of the best that the Guardians have to offer, and makes sure people are willing to accept that. The boy will never take "no" for an answer, and will find himself thrown into rather sticky situations more often than not.
Not much is known about Oliver's past, due to his soloist nature, his peers feel that there is a mysterious veil of missing history about him. Nobody exactly remembers where he came from, but everybody knows that once he did arrive, his names were on all of the Guardian's lips. Oliver was able to stand his ground against the most powerful of Guardians, rising through the ranks until he found himself among the organization's Paladins, a title given to only the most powerful of Guardians.
Name: Juliet Song (Korean name: Song Jin Ae) Age: 19 yrs. old Weapons: n/a
Combat Abilities / Fighting Style:will have to consult with you
Juliet is a spontaneous kind of person who loves to travel and appreciate the cultures that differentiate the nations of the globe. She is patient, friendly, and often the peacemaker of the group as she does not favor conflicts. However, whenever part of a team, she is known to be the "shadow queen" -- the person who is behind the decisions of the leader, but is never the one to lead. Strategizing comes very natural to her, even thinking ahead to plan possible exit routes in case all else fails, but she lack the confidence inherent in every leader. It helps that she is an observant young woman who doesn't let the status quo limit her. She likes to challenge boundaries. She likes challenges in general, but most of all she loves to win.
Juliet was born and raised in South Korea. The second child of an Asian business tycoon who reaps all the benefits and is free of the pressure placed on the one who will someday takeover the business empire that her great grandfather built. She just graduated high school from Yongsan International School and is on vacation before she finally enter Yale University.
"That's the one. Get the bag ready, remember, we need to do this clean..."
The New York City Subway was abnormally quiet on the hazy, winter evening as a young girl found herself sitting at the corner of one of the train's empty carts. Little did she know, several men armed with sharp weapons had been quietly stalking her throughout the entire day, waiting for their moment to attack their victim. Their human disguises hid their true identities and motives as they silently watched the girl from down the hall. There were still several bystanders lurking about, and the men knew that if they waited long enough, the perfect opportunity would soon come for them. Their target was a young woman of Asian descent, obviously one from a wealthy background judging by the clothing she wore and the way she carried herself. Admittedly, the men didn't know much about the girl, only that she was noticed and considered dangerous by their leaders. They knew that she had to be taken out as quickly as possible.
A few more stops later and the last bystander on the subway had gotten off, with only one more stop left, the men decided to make their move. Signalling for his fellow compatriots, the men quickly charged the girl, each one grabbing a hold of her as they pointed sharp objects towards her throat. "You're going to do as we say, or we're going to gut you, understood?" The man asked bluntly. Little did she know that the men were going to gut her no matter what she did, but chances are she didn't know that. The men were planning on walking her out of the Subway and to a more isolated area where they could kill her and dispose of the body quickly. "Get up." The man ordered, pulling the girl to her feet. "When we reach the next stop, you're going to walk with us, make any screams or try to signal for help and my friends and I will stab you to death." The man remarked. As soon as the train rolled to a stop and the doors opened, one of the men pointing a knife at the girl's back pushed her forward. "Get moving. No funny business."
It was eleven o’clock in the evening and she should be in bed, but instead there she sat alone inside a nearly empty train listening to – ironically – Train sing about ways to die in a song called 50 Ways to Say Goodbye. Her boots tapped absentmindedly against the metal flooring while her head swam deep in thought reflecting on the new experiences she had that day. Although she had relatives living in Manhattan and Brooklyn, it was actually her first time to visit New York It had been a long day being a tourist in New York as she made a pilgrimage out of the top destinations in the state according to tripadvisor.com. It was a long, tiring day, but it was worth it.
Juliet smiled to herself. She flicked the camera’s switch on intending to review the pictures she had taken at Ellis Island, but even as she was smiling at a photo of the Statue of Liberty, two men flanked her from both sides. Her head snapped up from the photo and she looked around the empty seats then at the stranger to her right. She was about to politely excuse herself when both men gripped her arms and didn’t give her a chance to struggle as one casually slipped something cold and sharp up her bare neck. It was when a third man stepped in. He looked to be around six feet tall clad in black GAP shirt and jeans, wearing a grim expression on his face. But it was a tattoo of a serpent snaking up one muscled arm that caught her attention. If she were in a club, she would feel safer with him as a bouncer, but she was in a train, flanked by strangers his size. She didn’t have to be a genius to know that the situation was not good.
The tattooed man crouched so that he was face to face with Juliet. A crooked smile touched his face as he demanded, "You're going to do as we say, or we're going to gut you, understood?" Juliet nodded, not trusting her words to be any better. ”Get up. When we reached the next stop, you’re going to walk with us, make any screams or try to signal for help and my friends and I will stab you to death.” She nodded again. Her heart was pounding hard on her chest and she could feel her fingers turn cold. She had to calm down and remember her self defense training. Muay Thai and Krav Maga were among the most deadly martial arts in the world, which her father personally enrolled her in. If only she took her trainings seriously and hadn’t dated one of the instructors instead.
The train announced the arrival to the last station. Her breath got caught in her throat. This is it. "Get moving. No funny business." She nodded again then walked obediently out the open door and into the empty platform. Their entourage was composed of two men at her sides and another pointing the knife at her back. They exited the station without any event and walked up the empty streets of New York. Funny, because although New York was known as “the city that never sleeps” that cold night, it seemed to be napping. Store signs said they were open, but there was no one on the street except the four of them. Her hopes sagged, but didn’t die. She had to act in the open, while there was a chance that somebody might casually walk up on them and help her.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she managed to say in a shaky voice. The man to her left snorted. He had a firm hold on her wrist, but the other two didn’t touch her. They were probably banking on the threat of being stabbed in the lungs to keep her in line. Too bad, she thought she was dead anyway, because if these men were muggers, they could have gotten everything they wanted while inside the empty train, but they didn’t which only made it worse. It was either they wanted to sexually assault her or kill her or both. Not a very good thought to dwell on. So before she chickened out, Juliet repeated. “I need to go to the bathroom, please.”
This time the one holding her wrist responded, “Shut up, woman.” They led her into a dark narrow alley beside a closed thrift shop and urged her to keep walking
“I’ve heard of that from a movie before,” added the man holding the knife. “It won’t work, honey. I’m sorry.”
Juliet swallowed hard. “No seriously, I need to go!”
“If you really need to,” the one holding her wrist sighed. “Nobody’s looking, go pee in your -- ”
Juliet’s boots on the knee cut him short. He staggered backward as she pushed her weight forward, forcing him to release her wrist, while earning her a few inches from the knife point. Her right knee slightly bent, she turned her body around and with all her weight brought the heel of one hand up against the nose of the other man who was moving towards her. His momentum added to hers made her attack more effective and the attacker staggering back with a hand to his nose. It all happened in under two seconds. The conversation managed to slow down the reaction time of the men as answering back to her demand occupied most of their little brains. She didn’t take any chances with the knife, instead dropping everything she carried with her, and ran for her life.
She had only a few steps to freedom when a sharp pain cut her in mid-stride. Juliet fell sprawled on her side, cursing the knife-man in Korean. She quickly gathered herself, trying to ignore the pain that came from the back of her right thigh, but miserably failing at it. Wisps of brown hair escaped the braid and clung to her face. Before she could get up again, the tattooed man was upon her, straddling her and effectively holding her wrist above her head. “You have to make it difficult, haven’t you?” he growled to her ear as her long legs squirmed under his weight. He yanked the knife from her flesh causing her to scream then stabbed her just above the knee. Her attacker looked at her with such an amused expression she only thought a serial killer or a monster would do at such a time. “We planned to make it fast and clean, maybe even painless, but such fighting spirit…” He paused, dark eyes staring deep into her. “I like the scent of your fear, little lady. Maybe we can have a little fun game we kill you.”
Then his two minions were back in her line of sight, both smiling and glowing in a weird kind of way that made her want to scream. And yet, she couldn't find her voice.
Everything that the knife-wielding men had planned went out the window when the young girl tried to make a run for it. Before they knew it, their leader had their target on the ground, a knife wedged firmly just above the knee. There was blood, lots of it and the group were in plain sight. Things were not going according to plan. While nobody was around, the job would need to be done quickly before somebody noticed what was happening. The men helped hold the victim down as she struggled to break free. There was a sense of despair in the girl's eyes as she let out a variety of frightening whimpers. When it looked like she was attempting to scream, the man on top of her placed his hand against her lips, pressing down so her screams would be muffled.
"Shh. Don't scream. I promise you that this wont hurt a bit!" The man whispered as he viciously pulled the knife out of the girl's leg. If the girl had trouble screaming before, the pain surely helped. The girl's muffled screams graced the men's ears as they watched small streaks of blood fall from the girl's legs. "Aw. Did that hurt?" The man asked in a largely sarcastic tone. Bringing the flat side of the knife up to Juliet's face, the man softly wiped the blood that was on the knife onto the side of the girl's face. "We were going to kill you quickly, but after you were so rude to us, I think we're going to make it nice an slow. I want to see you beg for us to finish with you." The man said, bringing the knife close to the girl's chest.
Before the man could stab Juliet again, the soft clatter of a blade being drawn could be heard faintly in the distance. The men immediately turned away from Juliet to find a man donning a black trench coat slowly walking towards them. "Dammit, this is what happens when we don't follow the plan, now we need to kill a witness too! You, go get him!" The man on top of Juliet ordered. Juliet no longer needed to be restrained at this point, the effect of blood loss was already taking its toll as the girl struggled to simply stay awake. Listening to his leader, one of the men holding Juliet down stood up and ran towards the dark figure, his knife poised and ready to strike. Unfortunately, the demon's knife was no match for the sword that the man had been hiding behind his back. As soon as the demon was in range to strike the coat wearing bystander, the demon screamed out in immense pain, dropping to the floor almost magically as a putrid, black blood gushed from his side.
"Wh-What?!" The Demons all gasped in unison as they watched their comrade hit the floor. The man had killed the demon so quickly that it looked like he hadn't even moved. He continued walking closer and closer to the group as he revealed the sword from behind his back, which was now soaked in their compatriot's blood. "He's a Guardian!" One of the demons gasped. "What are you waiting for? Go kill him!" The man on top of Juliet ordered. The rest of the demons jumped off of Juliet, howling wildly as they transformed themselves into their true form. Giant Lycans with two red eyes, the werewolves were one of the more common forms of the average demon. The demonic werewolves took no time in charging towards the man. Although stronger in their true form, these werewolves fared no better than their comrade, and were cut to ribbons in a flash as the man twirled his blade about, a flash of the moon's light glinting off the edge of the blade.
"Shit!" The werewolf remarked as he watched his comrades get murdered right before his eyes. He knew that he stood no chance against a Guardian of this level. Turning in the other direction to run for his life, the demon found himself pressing his nose into the man's collared shirt. Falling backwards next to Juliet, the demon found himself begging for his life. "W-wait! No! Please!" The demon squealed as the man brought his sword to his neck, slashing through with little mercy. Once the demons had been killed, the man wiped the blood from his blade using a small handkerchief, sheathing it as he took a knee next to Juliet. Juliet had barely remained conscious throughout the ordeal, and the man watched as she slowly slipped into a deep slumber.
When she awoke the next morning, Juliet found herself in a foreign bed, her wounds bandaged and her face cleared of blood. It was difficult to tell where she was, but she could smell the faint smell of food coming from the next room over.
Juliet was on the ground unable to move. A man was hovering over her, holding a bloody knife to her face. She couldn’t move, couldn’t scream. Her whole body felt detached like she was watching from someone else’s eyes. And yet she could see clearly those dark eyes wishing her life away in the most painful way possible, his wolfish features and predatory grin. Those even white teeth… Those even white… She watched helplessly as the white teeth lengthened and sharpened into animal-like fangs. Her breath was caught in her throat and her heart seemed to stop beating. The man threw his head back as lips thinned and split his face, his nose turning into a snout as his size grew and grew on her until a howl cried towards the moonless sky. When his head snapped back to her face with a low growl, it was of a wolf’s complete with fangs that wasted no time and sank those sharp predator’s teeth in her flesh.
She screamed. And that time she felt her voice vibrating painfully in her throat, heard its shrill sound resounding in the small room. Juliet clawed at her throat. She jerked to a sitting position and backed away until her back hit the headboard of the bed. In her eyes, all she could see were inky black fur and blood-soaked fangs. Her wavy hair was a curtain framing her oval face and her breaths came in labored gasps.
Slowly, her surroundings came into focus. She was not in a dark alley, definitely not pinned to the ground, but instead in a twin bed inside a neat bedroom. Someone was cooking breakfast – bacon perhaps. The blinds had been pulled up allowing the cheerful morning glow inside the room. Her breathing calmed down. It was just a dream. Just a dream. She looked down at herself. She was still wearing the pink long-sleeved shirt, but her pants had been ripped and transformed into shorts. Clean bandages were tied to her right thigh, where a bright red oval mark was slowly spreading outwards.
She threw her legs out of the bed. Her boots were at the foot of the bed, but she ignored it for the moment. Juliet padded barefoot, careful not to put her weight on her right foot. The pain was suddenly very real, like her flesh was tearing itself apart all over again, as she staggered towards the door. Maybe she could find someone to talk to. Maybe that someone could explain to her what happened. Maybe that someone knew where her belongings were. She needed her phone and credit cards to pick up life where she left it last night. She would report the incident to NYPD and consider living with her relatives in Manhattan perhaps.
A man, possibly roused by her scream, beat her to the door. He stood there facing her, his blue eyes narrowed and his stance tensed. He looked like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. The golden sunlight bounced on the strands of his red hair, reminding her of embers on a campfire. She remembered him briefly, vaguely from the night before. Mostly his hair, though. He came to her rescue and killed those…
“I-I’m sorry,” she whispered in a lightly accented English. “Did I startle you? I was just having a bad dream. I’m ok now.” The woman smiled, leaning against a table. “Thank you for dressing my wounds. I don’t really understand what happened, but,” she paused frowning thoughtfully for a moment then chuckled. “But I think I might not be right in the head for thinking I saw what I saw last night. Did those muggers got caught? If it isn’t too much, may I know if you have my other belongings?”
The boy moved some of the hair in his face, his blue eyes piercing into Juliet's gaze. He said nothing as she attempted to speak to him. He wasn't sure how to explain her situation to her, but he knew that it would be a terrible mistake to let her leave. She was still hurt and she would be hunted mercilessly as soon as she stepped outside. The boy walked over to Juliet, who was leaning herself against a desk, staring her down as he bit his lower lip. Without a word, the red-haired stranger gently grabbed Juliet and pulled her up so that she was sitting on the table. Taking a knee, the boy inspected the bandage that she had around her leg, slowly pulling it off to replace it with a fresh one. "How are you feeling?" The man asked finally. The sound of his voice was soft and unimposing, a rather surprising feature for such a cold and stoic man.
The man watched as Juliet sat on the desk obediently, possibly out of fear for what she had seen him do yesterday. "It's not safe for you to leave." The boy began as he finished wrapping a fresh bandage around Juliet's leg. "I don't think you realize how close you came to dying yesterday. You lost a lot of blood." The red haired man looked up at Juliet as he stood up, his blue eyes gazing into Juliet's as he stared her down. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." The boy remarked as he left Juliet. He didn't feel comfortable explaining to Juliet who he was or what was going on just yet. He did not want to see himself becoming this girl's acquaintance. After all, she could easily be dead in the next few days.
The boy sat himself down at the kitchen table and began nibbling on a slice of toast. He expected that Juliet would be anxious to leave despite his warnings. Should he stop her? He wasn't too sure. If he let her go, chances are she would be dead before the evening was over. He was also afraid that she would attempt to report the incident to the police, who would try to apprehend him for murder. While there would be no bodies or evidence of the "crime," the boy knew that he would surely have to move if this were the case, as his face would be over newspapers and his life would become a target by every demon on the East Coast.
When she tossed her questions at the red-haired man, she had at least expected him to give her an answer – even the vaguest of answers will do. But he seemed to be inclined to keep her in the dark for he merely stared at her with those blue hunter’s eyes piercing through her soul. He looked as if he was sizing down his prey, imagining in his head what her next move would be and preparing counterattacks to immobilize her. She was no hunter, but it was exactly what she was doing, therefore when the man started towards her, Juliet effectively took a step back. He moved with athletic grace and soon – without warning – had his hands on her waist and was guiding her up to sit on the table. She opened her mouth to protest, but to be honest his gentleness surprised her.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as with careful fingers, he removed the bandages and inspected the knife wounds.
Juliet looked away, and focused her attention to the window on the opposite side of the room where the fire exit was. “I’m fine. It’s fine. I need to get back to the hotel,” she lied. She had an extra phone, cash, and two more credit cards in her hotel room. That would be enough for her to survive her stay in New York. Then a memory from the night before hit her, making her flinch. Her gaze slowly turned to the red head that was quietly working on wrapping fresh bandage.
Last night she was barely conscious, but she knew what she saw. She doubted it was real, but she knew what it was. It was him and the flash of his bade and dark, dark blood flowing freely from the muggers’ flesh, splattered on the pavement, on her face. He was the one who committed murder. As if reading her mind, those blue eyes met hers. She stiffened in her seat, faked a smile. ”It’s not safe for you to leave. I don’t think you realize how close you came to dying yesterday. You lost a lot of blood,” he said with finality, leaving no room for her to question his decision to detain her in his apartment for as long as he thought was necessary. Slowly, he rose and again he was staring her down like she was an inferior kind of human being. In another lifetime, she would have been infuriated by that stare, but she was not a fool to invoke his anger while she was at arm’s reach. She would have her moment, and she would be patiently waiting for it.
He watched her for a few more moments, as if sending a mental warning to her not to do anything funny then started to walk away saying, ”I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me” She nodded behind his back in response.
And thus it was clear to her that she could not stay – not under the same roof as a killer. She could get to the hotel and call either the police or her relatives then take it from there. Worse comes to worst, she could always book a flight home. True he saved her from the muggers, bound her wounds, and provided her with a place to sleep for the night, but stranger = danger. Sword wielding stranger = danger raised to ten! Who wields swords these days anyway?
Slowly and as quietly as she could, she slipped off the table, careful to land on her good foot. She limped towards her boots and tied the shoestrings of one shoe to the other then paused to listen. The kitchen was quiet, no audible movement coming from there. Hopefully he didn’t hear her move, because she was doing her best to be stealthy. Juliet slung the boots over her neck such that one shoe dangled from each shoulder and then she limped around the bed and went to the window. It was closed, but not locked. Taking a quick look over her shoulder, Juliet took a deep breath and laid down all her cards. She unlatched the window and pushed it up, thankful that it was well-oiled and made very minimal noise. The next part was the hardest. Well, it shouldn’t be if she was not injured.
Biting back the pain that shot up from her leg, she swung her weight over the opening and carefully wedged herself out the room. Cold winter breeze assaulted her exposed skin as soon as she was out. She pushed that at the back of her mind together with the sticky feeling by her thigh that told her that the knife wounds were bleeding again. Only one thing was on her mind then – to get away from the red-haired man’s flat.
Juliet descended the fire exit stairs as fast as she could, limping through the steps as quiet as she could. In no time, he would discover that she had left. Maybe he would come after her, maybe not. Her bare feet were in direct contact with the painted metal steps reminding her not to do one night stand in the onset of winter, or at least have a better escape plan.
When her feet touched the ground, she couldn’t be happier. Her brown eyes lit up with pride and she straightened her back just a little before half-running, half-limping, but still barefoot, she went her way to hail a cab. A passing man in suit gave her a knowing smile. Well, what was she to do other than smile back? The universe was working with her that morning.
A taxi stopped by her and she wasted no time in getting in.
“Where to, ma’am?”
The doors locked. She looked at the driver through the rearview mirror. He was pale, too pale for her taste, with inky black hair and eyes that reminded her of a snake. The smile disappeared from her face just as one appeared on his. The cab started rolling. She unlocked the door, pulled the latch, but it won’t budge.
“Child lock, darling,” his smile widened. “Child lock.”
She blinked. She was standing barefoot on the sidewalk beside an open door of the cab, the man behind the wheels looking straight ahead, waiting for her to get in. “I’m sorry, I changed my mind,” she apologized, and was about to push the door close, when someone on the streets pushed her in first. Juliet landed on her face inside the cab, her thigh throbbing. She felt another person get in and barked orders at the driver while urging her to the other side. The cab started to move. She quickly pulled the latch of her side of the door. It didn’t budge, then she heard a voice like grinding metals said, “Child lock, darling, child lock.”
The boy had been sitting quietly in the kitchen, knowing full well what Juliet was attempting to do as he sat there and solemnly enjoyed his breakfast. He was a Guardian, not a kidnapper. If the girl wanted to leave, she had every right to and he wasn't about to stop her. The red-haired boy cringed as he heard Juliet open the window and jump out of it. She could have easily taken the front door and he wouldn't have protested, though she probably thought that he was crazy. As he heard the girl run down the fire escape, the boy started making guesses to how long he thought that she would be able to last for. He finally settled on a number close to 24 hours, until he suddenly felt the presence of demons lurking about. Knowing that Juliet was asking for it by leaving his apartment, he knew that it would go against his morals to not hunt those demons down.
Grabbing his sword, "Narukami" off of a nearby counter, the boy threw on a coat before he jumped out of the window Juliet had left open with lightning speed. He would need to hurry if he was going to catch up to the demons. The boy dashed through the same fire escape and tumbled out and onto the city street with great speed. The New York crowd paid no attention the the boy as he raced down the street, his coat waving behind him as he followed the faint trail of demons far off in the distance. If they get too far, he would lose them and Juliet would most likely be dead. Luckily, the morning traffic was not something that her kidnappers had taken into consideration. Locked in traffic, the man next to Juliet pulled out a set of handcuffs, grabbing both of Juliet's arms as she tried resisting her captors fruitlessly. Despite her best efforts to fight her way free, the man ended up restraining Juliet's hands together as he cursed the traffic they were in. Throughout the ride, Juliet tried to viciously overtake the man to find a way to get out of the car, but the man was much larger than her and ended up holding her down. "Stop struggling!" The man cursed repeatedly as he smacked Juliet across the face.
It wasn't long until the Guardian found the taxi that he was looking for, which was stopped to let a group of pedestrians pass by. The boy was able to navigate over several cars until he found his feet firmly planted on the top of the taxi. Drawing his sword, the boy pointed the blade downwards as he jabbed downwards, his blade slicing clean through the roof of the car and into the man that was attacking Juliet. The man yelped in pain as he felt the sword slice into his shoulder. "DRIVE!" The man shouted in pain as the sword retracted back out of view. The man grabbed a gun from his pocket, aiming it up and towards the person that was on the roof of their car. The man spent a few moments trying to guess where the boy might be, but before he could pull the trigger, Juliet shoved him, moving his aim off course and causing him to fire through the taxi's window. ""You bitch!" The man remarked, raising the gun to Juliet's face.
The man had enough of Juliet, he raised the gun to her head and moved his finger to pull the trigger. Suddenly, the boy with red hair jumped into the taxi through the window that they had shot out, a look of surprise on both Juliet's and the man's face as he shoved the man in between the both of them. "Oh. Hello again!" The boy greeted as the man in between them tried to kill the both of them, "Hold this for me, would you, darling?" The boy asked calmly as he pushed the man's head onto Juliet's lap. Juliet wrapped her handcuffed hands around the neck of her captor, choking him and holding him in place. The taxi driver pulled out a revolver and pointed it towards the boy's head as he tried to steer the taxi over a bridge. Kicking the man's weapon with his foot, the gun flew out of his hands and onto the boy's lap. The red-haired boy paid no attention to the weapon as he snaked his way into the shotgun seat of the car, the revolver falling onto the floor.
The man that Juliet was holding was desperately reaching for the revolver as the boy knocked the taxi driver out, opening the door and tossing him out of the car as the boy jumped behind the steering wheel. As soon as the boy was in control of the taxi, the man had picked up the revolver off the floor and placed it to Juliet's head. "Stop the car!" The man ordered, his face blue from Juliet choking him out. The boy merely stared at the two of them for a moment before slamming on the car's acceleration. "Wh-What the hell are you doing?!" The man screamed as his aim was thrown off by the boy's insane driving. The car quickly approached a ledge before the boy gunned the car towards the side of the bridge. "Open your door!" The boy shouted as he undid the vehicle's child lock. He knew Juliet thought he was crazy, but he didn't care much at this point. "Jump!" The boy shouted right as the car began to fall off the side of the bridge.
Juliet did as she was told, landing on the bridge just in the nick of time before the car fell to its doom below. Looking down and over the side of the bridge, she noticed the boy's sword wedged into the side of the bridge, the boy holding onto dear life as he looked up at her. "Mind giving me a hand?"
Funny how her whole life flashed before her eyes as she obeyed what she thought was the most outrageous order somebody had given her – to jump out of a speeding car – and really jumped off the car. Did she scream? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she landed on the bridge, safe. She was hurt, probably cut and bruised, but she was alive and breathing hard. That was all that mattered, wasn’t it?
Juliet staggered to her feet. They must be at RFK Triborough Bridge, though she had no way to be sure. Cars slowed down to spare her a glance, but dared not to stop and disrupt the morning rush. She noticed the bandage had almost turned red and then noticed that the red-haired stranger was nowhere in sight. Oh no! She ran to the edge, noticed a sword wedged in between gaps in the concrete then found her red-haired savior hanging on like the last dried leaf of fall. ”Mind giving me a hand?”
She reached down both her shackled hands and let him grab onto her. The man must be an athlete judging from how efficiently he had used momentum and her weight to pull himself up without passing much of the burden to her. He sheathed his sword then looked around. He was not even breathing hard! What was he? Was he the same as those things that attacked her? Maybe he was a higher kind of thing ?
She heard the distant wailing of sirens. NYPD, good. It meant a chance to step back into the sane world where law and order was in place and murder was a serious crime. But what if… Just what if the entities that tried to kill her wouldn’t stop? What if among the police were creatures like the werewolves of the night and the snake-like creature wearing human skin? What if he was her only chance of survival? He did save her twice in less than 24 hours.
“We have to get out of here,” she heard herself say. He nodded, looked her over once then effortlessly lifted her off her feet, into his arms, then started jogging from the approaching police cars. She wasn’t sure if it was the best idea, but what the hell. He started with a steady cadence then slowly quickened his pace until she thought a seatbelt might be necessary. The man sure was fast, but thankfully he stopped. She would have to discuss that with him too, and then she would call him The Flash.
When she was settled on her feet, she wasted no time and hailed another cab. She shot him a look that dared him to tell her otherwise. But just in case he did. “Please, I need to get some of my things before my life is completely ruined by this madness.” She didn’t wait for his approval, stood beside the cab and waited a few seconds. No premonition whatsoever. A bit disappointed, she climbed to the back of the car and invited him in. “To the Z NYC, please,” she told the driver.
The ride back to the hotel was thankfully uneventful. They reached 43rd Avenue and talked the hotel staff to pay the cab for her then charge the fare to her bill. With a little bit of diplomacy and a lot of charm, the staff agreed. She led her guest to her room, still not quite convinced that she was doing the right thing and jumping at almost every unexpected noise. The only time she relaxed was when she was leaning against her suite’s closed door.
“Ok. Now, you have to tell me what is happening. Two kidnapping slash assassination attempt in less than 24 hours? That’s got to be something. Werewolves, people with scaly skin. I need to know what’s going on.” She watched him watching her, paused as if gathering her strength then asked in a shaky voice, “What are you?”
As the red haired boy found himself stepping into another taxi with Juliet, the boy said little as the vehicle accelerated from the scene. It was good that Juliet was able to think on her feet, since the man had no intentions of being interrogated by the New York Police. Once Juliet had paid for the cab and the both of them were in her room, the girl turned towards him, no doubt her mind was full of questions that needed answering. The boy jumped onto one of the couches that were in the suite, it was a rather nice place, much nicer than the place that he lived in. "Call me Oliver." Oliver said softly as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He knew that she had said 'what' and not 'who', but he wasn't very much interested in having his head probed by some random girl.
"I'm a Guardian. A select few gifted with supernatural ability." Oliver remarked, finally. The reaction on Juliet's face made Oliver feel like some sort of monster, "We protect humanity from demons. Creatures sent from the Underworld with the sole purpose of subjugating the human race." The boy remarked nonchalantly as he ran his hand through his long, red hair. He knew that by answering Juliet's question, that a barrage of more questions would surely come his way. "You know, leaving my apartment was rather rude. I was almost tempted to let those demons eat you up." The boy teased. "I think you should show me a little appreciation," Oliver added as he leaned backwards on the couch.
As Oliver continued teasing Juliet, he could clearly see that the day's action and stress was clearly getting to the girl. She had lost a lot of blood the night before, and her face grew pale when the boy poked fun at her. "Are you okay?" Oliver asked as he watched Juliet struggle to stay standing. She was about to finish a rather weary sentence about how she was fine and how she had more questions, but the girl lost her balance and began falling to the ground. Oliver calmly jumped off the couch and caught Juliet before she hurt herself on the hard tile floor. "You should lay down." The boy said as he held Juliet in his arms, his voice more gentle than before. Oliver helped move Juliet to the couch that he had been sitting at, laying her across it as he sat himself down next to her. "I'll answer the rest of your questions, if you'd like." The boy said as he crossed his legs.
Unexpected things had happened since she decided to take the train rather than a cab home. The series of unfortunate events started with the three bouncer dudes in the train, followed by her failed attempt to escape in a dark alley in the city, then there was her being almost killed, and now after another attempt at her life, she was stuck with a weirdo who – unfortunately – she believe was her one chance for survival.
“Thank you,” she muttered as he helped her lie down on the couch. Apparently adrenaline had already been used up by her system and the quick boost in strength had faded away leaving her legs trembling and feeling like jelly. The pain that her panicked brain managed to tuck somewhere safe was starting to snake back to the surface such that she was aware of every frayed nerve ending. She closed her eyes and laid his right forearm over her eyes, feeling weaker than when she woke up that morning. Turned out it was a bad idea to run away from her saving grace. Juliet opened an eye to watch him.
The stranger – Oliver – sat on the couch beside her. He was looking at her with concern in those blue eyes. She thought he might have freaked out a bit when she nearly collapsed. Perhaps it wasn’t too bad to hang around with him. “I’ll answer the rest of your questions, if you’d like,” he offered and she was no fool to resist.
After confirming what she had witnessed firsthand – that werewolves were real and creatures other than that catalogued by science existed in the real world – there was one more question left in her head. “What do they want from me?” She was prepared to dismiss the first attempt as a random move of the three werewolves who might be following their instincts to hunt for food, but that morning as soon as she left the apartment, there were more kidnapping attempts. “Not that I’m accepting everything that you said about Guardians and Demons and the Underworld, but why do those creatures want me dead? Was it what I did in Vegas?” She barely remembered what she and her cousin did in Vegas. Maybe they angered the local Mafia who happened to have connections in the Underworld? Now the foot soldiers were after her scent. “I wasn't cheating, I swear. But I’ll return the price money we got from casinos it that’s what it takes to give me back my old life. I just want to travel and experience the world.” But then, what was his role in all of these? Not that she was ungrateful of his interventions that saved her life, but what did he get out of it? Juliet lowered her arm and looked at him straight in the eyes.
"Oliver," she let the name roll on her tongue, testing the feel of it to her hearing. "I don't know you, and you don't know me. It won't matter to you if I live or die at the end of the day, correct? Why are you helping me?"