The only thought running through Chris' head was that he was extremely glad that he lived in the middle of nowhere.

Well, that, and staying alive.

Fists were flying toward his face, his chest, his stomach at alarming rates. It took most of his concentration to avoid them. The man in front of him was snarling with a ruthless, menacing intent in his glowing yellow eyes. A low growl was forming deep inside of Chris' own throat. It was astonishing that his opponent was not yet worn out -- they'd been going at it for at least half an hour now. Chris knew he'd be excruciatingly bruised. Too bad his regeneration only counted for external wounds. His arms could barely keep up to block the blows, and before he could react, there was a sword at his throat as he lay flat on his back in the middle of the road.

"Jesus!" Chris exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "After a few years, you'd think you'd get tired of this!"

The blade began to cut into his skin, and he winced. It wouldn't take long for a minor cut to heal, but if his opponent decided to decapitate him, it was game over. This had already happened before. There was still a lingering scar on his throat that was now being ripped open again.

"Keep relocating like you always do, and it makes it more fun," his opponent and brother, Jacob, growled down at him.

"So kill me," Chris smirked. "Get it over with."

In the exact second he felt the blade begin to press further into his throat, Chris used every ounce of his strength to throw his brother off of him. Out came his large, black wings, ripping through the fabric of his shirt. They began to flap, pushing the air underneath them as he was lifted quickly into the air. Jacob reacted just as quick, wings spread, and began to fly after Chris.

To fly took an immense amount of energy. It took keeping his weight up, as well as moving the muscles of his wings to propel him forward and stay in the air. Now, Chris was flying at his maximum speed -- yet it still seemed to not be enough. He cursed his brother for coming first. He caught all the good genes.

"C'mere, coward!" Jacob shouted behind him. Chris only continued to fly, eventually slowing over a large field from growing tired. He turned to face his opponent and lifted his palm upward, summoning a small ball of fire in one quick motion, then launching it toward his pursuer. Jacob dodged it with flawless skill, drawing a frustrated groan from Chris.

"God, stop being so OP," he huffed, then had no time to react as his brother crashed into him. His brother's hands grabbed the front of his shirt, positioning him downward as they began to crash into the ground. Making impact, a small crater was created, and of course Chris took the most damage. He could feel ribs snapping and then desperately try to mesh back together, and it elicited a strongly pained scream, following by a string of curses.

Pathetically, Chris called out for help. It would have been idiotic to call out for help if nobody was around, but he could vaguely sense a nearby presence -- he didn't know whether human, animal, or other, or how close they were. His senses were being numbed by the pain.

Scarlett was training like normal until she heard a great crash in the field, she was training in. ”W-What happened it felt like an Earthquake at this hour?” Scarlett thought with her depression taking hold. She could sense presences of two people within the vicinity she decided to go searching, and it didn’t take long to find a massive crater, she was holding the Scarlett Rose in her hands. She sighed at what is going on until she looked down inside of the crater and sees two male demons fighting, with the one on the ground being hurt. She swallowed her pride a bit and her blade was glowing a different color and it was courage, which was multitude of different colors. ”S-Stop it, no one told me there was other demons in the world, I thought my family was the only ones,” Scarlett said pretty loudly towards the two that is fighting without knowing their names.

Her tone of voice was mostly an ordering tone of voice and she never really asked anyone to stop fighting before.

Obviously, Jacob wasn't expecting to be intervened, and especially not by such a small, weak-looking young woman. He hesitated for a moment long enough, allowing Chris to once again throw the man off of himself and jump to his feet. In him, there was a slight hesitation as well. A few swift strides put him at the woman's side, looking at Jacob as the man clenched his fist in anger, sword by his side. He snorted, "What, you gonna have a little girl protect you?"

Chris glanced sideways at the woman. There was no way he was going to look like a weakling. He rolled his eyes in disregard to his brother. "No, just wondering if you're even evil enough to hit a lady."

"Not like I'm not a demon," he grinned, revealing several razor-sharp teeth. His eyes began to turn black, as if being filled with dark liquid.

"That's low even for you," Chris growled, holding both of his hands palms-upward in front of him and trembling a bit until two battle swords appeared. He grabbed them quickly and brandished them toward Jacob. "Three swords against one," he said in reference to the sword the girl was holding.

Scarlett was slightly amazed, which was her courage helped the person, who’s next to her, which had dirty blonde hair. She noticed he somewhat looked like he had a trouble with the one still in the crater clenching his fist and sword because, and she can tell he had injuries on his body. She heard what the guy in the crater said about her, even though she has to agree with him about she is shorter than most demons. She was looking directly at the man in the crater but heard what the guy next to her said. The Scarlett Rose blade starts to glow black, since Scarlett had fear deep within her soul, when she saw the man in the crater’s eyes turning black. ”I guess these two really resent each other,” Scarlett thought for a bit.

Scarlett hears the dirty blonde next to her say what he said and noticed him summon up two Battle Swords and also grabbed them quickly and brandished them towards the guy in the crater. Scarlett smiles slightly when the guy with dirty blonde hair said, what he said. She held the Scarlett Rose in more of an offensive position than what she had when she came to investigate the area, which was defensive. ”Y-Yeah, it definitely is,” Scarlett said slightly nervous. She is kinda trying to hide the fact she was blushing a little bit, which is why she looked nervous instead of blushing. The Scarlett Rose started to glow, its normal blue in color.

Chris took note of the fact that the woman's sword seemed to change colors, though he wasn't sure why. He watched as Jacob tensed and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a shake of his head. "Whatever," he said. "It's time for me to go. This isn't over."

"You've been saying that for years," Chris smirked, watching Jacob disappear with rage, leaving behind a weak cloud of black smoke.

Scarlett sighs a relief when the person in the crater vanishes into a puff of smoke and she somewhat relaxes. She stars at the dirty blonde, sighs and she looks at his wounds. ”I-I can heal you if you want though you probably want to know my name before I do anything like that,” Scarlett said shyly to the dirty blonde guy standing in front of her. She seethes her sword into her seethe since she carries it wherever she goes. “My name is Scarlett Nina Atkinson, it’s nice to meet you this is the most exciting thing I have done in awhile,” Scarlett said happily with a sigh of depression in her tone of voice. The sword in her seethe was glowing a mix of blue, pink, and yellow all at the same time.

At the offer of Scarlett to heal his wounds, Chris shook his head. He said, "No, it's okay. They'll heal soon. No need for you to waste energy on them." In fact, as he spoke, they began to heal slightly. It would still take another hour or so for them to heal completely, but the bleeding had already stopped.

"My name is Chris Green. It's nice to meet you, too," he said, and then asked the question that had been itching his throat, "Why is your sword changing colors, if I might ask?"

Scarlett sees the dirty blonde’s injuries are healing and is happy to see that her healing powers aren’t needed right now. She hears the person’s name was Chris Green and she smiled slightly until he asked of her sword. ”The Scarlett Rose changes colors based on my moods and the color it usually shows is blue, which is in turn is depression,” Scarlett said explaining. Since she said the word blue, the sword in its seethe starts glowing a blue faint aura. "The primarily reason why I am depressed is no one in my family is paying attention to me anymore, it's like I don't exist anymore," Scarlett said depressingly.

Chris listened to her story, thinking about how it was pretty upsetting that her family didn't pay attention to her much anymore. He nodded his head in sympathy and said, "If it makes you feel any better, that was my brother."

He tossed his swords into the air, and they too vanished, leaving behind black smoke.

Scarlett heard Chris say that the male in the crater was his brother and she smiled somewhat mostly that he listened to her without telling her to go to her room. ”I-I guess he always wants try to kill you or something,” Scarlett said holding her hand near her chest. Scarlett noticed Chris tossed his swords in the air and they vanished quickly and leaving a black smoke. Scarlett sighs slightly and turns towards her house, the Atkinson Residence. ”M-My house is this way if you want to come,” Scarlett said shyly towards Chris. She puts her sword on her back and it glows a pink in color. ”My mother died giving birth to me,” Scarlett said teary eyed and crying. She remembers who told her this and it was her father Nick.

Chris nodded in response to Scarlett saying that his brother always wants to kill him, because he did. Jacob was always trying to find a way to bring about Chris' demise. Scarlett told him that he could come to her house, and he decided that for now he would. He could feel the cut on his throat beginning to heal more, and then Scarlett began to cry after telling him that her mother died giving birth to her. He frowned and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey," he said. "It's alright. I never knew my dad."

Scarlett sees Chris' hand touch her shoulder. She calms down when he told her that he never knew his dad either. "O-Okay I will try to stop crying," Scarlett said wiping her tears away. Scarlett starts to walk towards the Atkinson Residence, which is a big mansion in the distance and it is only five miles away. "The staff usually keeps my secret I train out here, since I wouldn't want to be grounded by my father," Scarlett said slightly teary eyed.

It relieved Chris, yet bothered him at the same time that she was quick to agree to stop crying. As Scarlett began to walk toward her house, he politely followed, taking note that the house was very visible from this distance and that it was absolutely huge. He recalled the house that he lived in -- a brick one, not big, but not small either. It was very modest but very comfortable. This one seemed gigantic compared to it, gigantic and easy to get lost in.

"Why would you get grounded?" Chris asked.

Scarlett was continuing to walk home looking at her home, which is massive but she feels proud to live there. She listens to Chris ask about, why she would be grounded. ”Even though my father ignores me,” Scarlett said a little bit teary eyed. Scarlett stops and turns around slowly towards Chris and looks at him with a gentle smile. ”He would only ground me to protect me from his enemies, which would want the Atkinson Family Fortune,” Scarlett said with a smile. Scarlett turns back around and continues to walk towards the Atkinson Residence. Scarlett was slightly worried about telling a person she just met awhile ago, which she is worth a lot of money but her family's home is a very large mansion in the middle of nowhere.

Listening to her speak, he nodded. To be truthful, he was baffled by her ignorant innocence to trust him with this information, however vague it was. It was obvious to anyone who came this far out into the country that these people were loaded -- after all, their house was a very large, very extravagant mansion. It was no secret that they had a fortune. "That's understandable," Chris told her. He looked at her and saw that there were tears in her eyes again. "Why are you so upset?" he asked, concern in his voice. "I've just met you but you've done nothing but cry."

Scarlett hears his concern in his voice and somewhat feels a little bit relaxed. ”I-I got into a fight with my father before he went to work,” Scarlett said crying. The Scarlett Rose starts to glow a brighter blue since that fight with her father made her cry much. Scarlett looks at the ground while walking and she was walking slower. ”H-He told me to stop bugging him and he came close in hitting me but didn’t,” Scarlett said that is a sad tone of voice. She cannot really remember the last time her father tried to hit her because it never happened until he left for work around the morning times.

Only the fact that Scarlett was still a stranger stopped Chris from shaking her like a rag doll. The pathetic display she was presenting was irritating him to no ends. She started walking slower, and so he adjusted his pace to hers. With a stoic expression, he only looked straight ahead, even though she sounded so sad. "If you're bugging him, stop," he said. "Even if you aren't bugging him. If he says you're bugging him, just leave him alone. He can't miss what isn't lost."

Scarlett heard what Chris said about just leaving her father alone so there can’t be anymore confrontation. She looks up to the sky for a bit and notices a helicopter going towards her house, and it had the Atkinson Family’s Symbol on it and the Atkinson Corporation logo on it. It was a Silverish Blue Helicopter and it was flying high but she could see it clearly. Scarlett looks back at the Atkinson’s Residence and a regretful sigh, which she gave. ”I-I agree with what you are saying,” Scarlett said with a better attitude than just depression and sadness. She starts to walk a little bit faster, which was her walking speed before she slowed down. The Scarlett Rose was glowing a dimmer blue in color.

The Atkinson Corporation’s Helicopter slows down to a crawl because it was about to land in the backyard of the Atkinson’s Residence on one of three helipads and the helicopter stays going for a bit since it is quite loud still.

"I know I don't know you," Chris said as he followed her eyes, watching the helicopter even as it readied to land, "but I can already tell you need to toughen up." He looked at her with a serious look and then asked, "Who's in the helicopter?"

Scarlett hears Chris’ statement about her needing to toughen up. ”I-I will try to toughen up even though I have no idea how,” Scarlett said with her slight depressive tone. She looked at Chris with a slight smile on her face. ”My Father Nick R. Atkinson and he only ever flies in that helicopter to work,” Scarlett said happily with a slight disdain in her tone. She looks directly at the Atkinson’s Residence and hopes her father is in a better mood from when he left.