Chapter 2 Part A

Zero's POV:

"You are a hunter, aren't you?" He said as he held my arms against the wall and pressed his body to mine.

"W-what are you talking about?" I asked. Obviously, I know the answer to that question. The thing is, we, hunters, have to... no, must keep our real identity hidden or the upper-ups will not like it very much.

Let's go 2 days back and see how we got to this sh*tty situation.

**** 2 days ago

I, as a normal 17 years old, have obligations and one of them is, going to school.

I wake up everyday about 4 a.m. Don't ask why but I'll tell you anyways. So let's begin.

---- day 1

I woke up at 4 a.m. It's usual for me so don't be surprised. I check the clock to make sure I woke up on time and without wasting any time I went to the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth even though I'll have to that again later.

I picked some random sleeveless shirt and shorts, both black and socks.

I went down the stairs to the first flood then to the basement but it wasn't just a basement. It was the place I trained everyday and night.

There was a big screen T.V and a sofa in the small corner of the room, Right to the stairs, That barely took any space in the basement (5%) so I am not bothered. The 95% that left is my favorite 'play ground'. The training area.

There was a big blue mattress covering the floor and from the sailings and the walls were attached tools and machines for work-out.

I went to the middle of the mattress and started stretching. (If you guys are interested and want to know how to stretch right. Than I am good at this stuff. A great adviser) First, I started spinning my head slowly to one direction for 8 sec. (no more!) then I spin to the other direction for another 8 sec.

Then slowly I started spinning my shoulders. Forth and then back. Then I put my hand between the shoulders and neck and with the other hand push the elbow down. Which causes for the whole arm to stretch. I do with the other arm the same thing.

After I finished with the hands I move to my back. I spread my legs wider and turn back only with my upper body to one side. at the same time I put the hands on my hips so they won't stay down and do nothing.

Now I finished with upper part. So next, I am moving to my legs. Which is twice harder than the hands but before I do that, I go to the T.V and turn it on then press to the music channel. I got bored and it's just too quiet here. I went back to the mattress and breath in and out slowly.

When I work on my legs, it takes more time than the upper part so I work according to beat of the song. I don't care which song.

I recognized the beat and started stretching again.

I bent one leg backwards so it will reach my butt then with my hand, which I put on the ankle, push the leg a little upwards. Then I do the same thing with the other leg. (Reminder: 8 sec.)

**** After the stretching

I finished stretching and sigh. It was a good warm up I thought to myself.

"Now the main course" I said to myself. I stretch my arms again and smile when I already decided what to do next. My favorite. THE PUNCHING BAG.

I tied my hands with a bandage and breath out before I put myself in the right position and start punching. After 30 punches with my right, I change to my left later I started punching with both after that I added legs. About an hour later I finish with everything.

I smile as I stand on stairs and look at the training ground. "I got so strong since then, Didn't I? Mom? Dad?" I looked up, remembering the good times and the fun we had. I felt tears flowing down cheek.

I look at the training ground again and sigh. I turn around and walk out the door after turning the lights off, without looking back.

When I entered my room, my phone buzzed so I picked it up and saw who it was calling. It was Drake. My best friend since middle school and the first and last to know about my secret. I answered the call and heard nothing on the other line. I frowned and before I hung up I heard chuckling. I brought the phone back my ear and Drake spoke.

"You know man. You are suppose to say.. Hi or Hello when you answer a call. So I guess you waited for me to answer first" he said, chuckling.

"Is someone with you right now?" I asked.

"No, maybe... Yes" he said, chuckling again. "Why do you ask?"

" 'Cause, you chuckle without a reason" I said. "Who is it anyways?"

After a short silence he answered. As if asking permission to tell.

"It's a spirit" he said.

As you can see in this situation. Drake is a witch. The kind of witch which can talk with spirits and summon them to earth and he is my training partner in magic.

"So why did you call?" I asked before I put the phone between my shoulder and ear and meanwhile I was putting my gloves on, sports shoes and a jacket 'cause it's cold right now. Going for a run.

"Your weapon has arrived safely-" I interrupted him.

"Finally!" I said excitedly but then I realized. "Why is it at your house? Isn't it addressed to mine?"

"Yeah. It does but someone must have done something because it can't just like grow wings and fly over my house" he said nerves.

"What's wrong?" I asked before grabbing my earphones and going to the stairs and brought back to hold my phone with my hand.

"Don't be mad OK?"

"Sure, what it is?"

"I-it is n-not here" he said,scared as if sensing my impatiens through the phone.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S GONE!" I yelled.

"I-I don't know. When I opened it, it was gone!" He said.

"I am coming over right now! Don't move and leave the spirit next to you" I said angry.

"But it went already." he said. Obviously still scared.

I locked the door and then closed my jacket. "So call that sh*tty thing back. I am gonna teach him some manners!" I yelled before I ended the call rudely and started running towards Drake's house.

"This f*cking ghost stole my dagger! I am so going to exorcise this little piece of sh*t!" I yelled before I barged in his house and yelled.

"DRAKE! BRING THIS SON OF A B*TCH HERE RIGHT NOW!!"