Suddenly a shadow passed over him. A girl, about the age of 12, stood there with a look of rage on her face. She was trying to control it, but was loosing to her emotions. "YOU F*CKING ******!" she screamed at him giving him a small shove. "YOU KILLED A GIRL, WHO WAS DOING SOMETHING ONLY SO HER PARENTS WOULD LIKE HER! YOU KILLED A INNOCENT GIRL! YOU PRICK!" she screamed, a few tears running down her cheeks.

Aegis sighed, looking at the girl. "Not my problem. Killing someone just so someone would like you isn't being innocent." He thought back to the message and started laughing. He stepped on message, destroying it. "The bird could've been more clear about what, but since Sylev thought of it then I guess I should be weary." He mumbled to himself as he leaned against a tree.

She was shaking. "8 YEARS OLD! A FREAKING 8 YEAR OLD! JUST TRYING TO FIT IN! I WOULD KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE BECAUSE JUDGING BY THE WAY YOU JUST KILLED HER AND DROPPED HER LIKE TRASH, SHE WAS AN OUTCAST! YOU JUST KILL FOR FUN DON'T YOU!" she screamed, a few tears of rage dribbling down her cheek.

Aegis gave the girl a glance. "What if I do? You better be able to run, kid." He said with a small smile that showed his teeth.

Smiled and yawned, scenting the air and heading over to a cupboard and leant backwards against it slightly, her shoulders hunched up. She had no idea where anything was

She looked at him. "Your worse than my mother..." she muttered to herself.

He found some frozen waffles. He shook the box and looked at her with a smile. "Waffles? Toasted or frozen?"

Aegis's keen ears caught what the girl said. "I don't know you're mother, but judging by the way you're screaming at me she must've been terrible." He looked up at the sky, watching a cloud drift by.

She stared at him. She consciously pulled down her sleeves of her shirt and pulled her vest around her a bit tighter. She hid her hands and arms in her long sleeved shirt. She gave him a glare of anger, that was hiding pain and shock. She stood there her eyes narrowed, drawing down her sleeves if they rode a bit to far up her arm.

He sighed, and it's almost as if some disguise faded. His eyes were saggy and tired, dark circles under his eyes. His hands were bruised, and he looked as if he hadn't eaten in a week. He was still watching the sky, watching as clouds passed by.