The Guardian

Nun ich spiele derzeit mit der Idee einer neuen geschichte...das ist schonmal eine kleine Kurzgeshcichte um den Hauptcharakter:
(Da ich englisch üben muss, isses auf Englisch)

The school bell rang and the big doors were opened by a group of students, who now stepped out of the dark floor into the bright sunlight.
He leaned against his motorcycle waiting for the students, or to be correct for one of the students, a girl named Kylie. He was in his last school year, she was one year younger. Since he could think she lived at his street, a few houses away from him. Kylie was like a little sister for him. As he thought about this, he already saw the small brown haired girl. He could read in her eyes, that something wasn’t right. That was the benefit of knowing each other for the whole life, if one has a problem, the other could see it instantly. But even she, who could be called his second half, didn't know all of him…
She greeted him with a tired simper, he greeted back with a warm smile.
The rest of the group left and the two were alone.
“What’s up Kylie?” He asked and his Face went serious.
“Nothing important…School’s damn annoying…” She said and grabbed her helmet out of his hands.
He just nodded, he knew what to do.
He felt her arms lay around his Body as they were driving, the warmth of her body, all through both of their jackets.
It was a beautiful day although it was already the end of autumn; they drove on a beautiful country road to a Place they both knew. He loved the Liberty of the road, which could only be provided by a motorcycle. In a car you are caged, but his bike, an old sports bike, gave him freedom. Only two things in his life were Fixed…Kylie and the pendant around his neck. The two worlds he stood between. Everything except for these two aspects would change…Soon he would leave School, His mother died a few years ago on a “business trip” and also his Bike wouldn’t hold much longer.
He knew, that she had a much bigger problem than just school…something was terribly wrong.
He accelerated the bike, to be at the end of the Road fast and the fallen leafs (Billy talent rocks!) on the Road were blown away.

A few minutes later the road slowly slopes upwards, they were near.
Between the city with the School and their hometown, were a small mountain, not very high, nothing more than a hill, but there were one spot, were you had a brilliant view over the Town, over their Home and life.
The road led them up high and after a while, he stopped the Bike slowly. Kylie Got off the Bike took off the black helmet and shook her Brown hair. He smiled at her, took Kylies hand and led her into the Woods that covered the Hill.

The log of a fallen tree lay over the small glade, providing them a place to sit.
The sun disappeared behind the Town, and filled the Sky with a warm Light. An amazing view.
She leaned on him and laid her head on his shoulder.
“What’s wrong Kylie?” He said and laid his arm around her.
“My granddad…He died…” She said and a tear ran down her beautiful face.
He said nothing but hugged her and kissed Kylie on her forehead…

The Moon were already in the Sky as Dane arrived at home. Kylie was at home with her family. He had done what he could to cheer her up...didn't worked at all but that was no surprise she loved her granddad...
“Hello Dane” A voice said out of the kitchen, it was his Dad. “Hey Dad” said Dane with a slightly depressed tone. “Ah...you heard the bad news eh?” Said his dad and stepped out of the kitchen.
He was old...he turned 50 last year though he was in a good shape, his Hair had a few gray streaks but that looked fine and you could still see that he was a former soldier, with a muscular body and normally a Look made out of pure Steel and willpower...although now it houses a warm and comforting side. Dane didn't say a word, but nodded. “hm...now what? I have a little job for ya son, would be good for your mood to think about different things...” His Dad said and searched for something in the pocket oh his pants “Where's the little bastard...” he swore because he couldn't find it “Ah...here he is...” he said and drew a little flash drive out of it and threw it to Dane “Here, could you bring this to Chief Enson? New results which could be interesting for him...” He said and Smiled. Dane smiled back and nodded “Consider it done” He said and ran up the stairs to his room “Damn well I do...” said the old man and turned back to the kitchen.


He wouldn't need his bike, an entrance to the society wasn't far away...but far enough to have a little fun.
He changed his jeans to a wider pant and opened his Window. “My style” he mumbled and climbed up to the roof. The melodic beat of dubstep music was sucked out of his earphones and directly inside his brain as he stood on the roof. He could feel the air floating...who needs drugs, when music is the only drug you need.
He soaked the Cool air through his nose, contracted his muscles and started running. He jumped from roof to roof leaving life and it's damn problems on the ground. The Town wasn't that big, but he was trained and the gaps between the Roofs were small so it was easy for him.
He was getting faster and faster, feeling the wind on his body, THAT was Freedom.

He was near...the entrance was hidden, but he new were to search. At the last Roof on his way he didn't really stopped, but slowed down. It was a 2 floor House, so he didn't want to risk a complete jump. So he jumped to a Tree, on a branch at the half of his fall. Now he could risk it. Without loosing to much speed, after his landing he let himself fall down, made a flip and rolled of on the dry grass. He stood up and walked to the back of the House.
Behind the house, under the kitchen window, laid a little Stone, not bigger as Danes Fist, he kneeled and took the Stone. Under it was a little, hardly noticeable slot in the earth.
Dane took of his Pendant and looked at it.
Normal people would say it was a simple metal plate with a strange symbol and a leather strip as a chain...well he wasn't completely normal, so he knew it was neither metal nor leather...what it was was a secret. He insert his pendant and he heard a little klick, the key was accepted.
He took out his pendant and the place where he stands were swallowed by the ground...

Hello Member of the Society, please step forward for further identification and name your matters

Dies ist ein weiteres kleines Kapitel, es ist chonologisch nicht nach dem vorherigen angesiedelt, wann es stattfindet, weiß ich noch nicht.

He heard the familiar sound of a Bullet, getting pressed into the Chamber of his gun and the Slide slipping back.
His Mission was simple, Kill.
It wasn't common, that a Guardian got a killing mission, but this Demon was already in human territory, or to be correct, in his area.
He checked the Rest of his gear. Three Mags of Magical Rounds, two Grenades of...special type and a knife, he wouldn't need more.
The not fully absorbed bass of Industrial music reached his ears, as the club came into his sight.
The Demon were in this club, he knew it for sure.
The Doormen were no problem, they received a quick magical reinforced hit and rest to sleep.
He stepped into the floor,and the music got more intense.
His Outfit really wasn't adapted to the style of the people, he only wore jeans, a black T-Shirt and a dark gray open hoodie.
He stood right in front of the Dance floor, were many people were already Dancing.
Dane always found this “industrial dance” or whatever it was called very fascinating, he wasn't really sure under which system the Moves were put together or if it was one of the “Dance how you like it” Dances but he definitely liked it.
No one took notice of him, he was only another Human in the crowd, another brick in the Wall.
He sensed the Demon at a Table at a more quiet part of the club.
The bass pounded on his chest and he loved that feeling, like the Bass were controlling his heartbeat.
Slowly he walked his path, around the crowd and climbed the Stairs to the separate part of the club, oh how he loved it, when victims hide inside a VIP area.
He didn't even beat the Doormen...this time a gaze was all he needed and they let him pass.
The area was small, for the club was also small, only a few couches stood in the room.
In one there sat a man. Damn...His Aura was strong. He Had to be at least a middle class Demon.
The stronger the Demon was, the more fun he would have.
Slowly, Dane walked to the man and set down in front of him.
The man glanced at him trough angry dark eyes. “Who are you?” He said examining Dane.
“Well...” Dane started “I'm highly interested in you presence on Human Territory...Demon” He said and pulled out his gun. He didn't pointed the gun towards the Demon, he looked at it, like it was a irrelevant thing and could be anything, but not a weapon.
“Oh...” the Demon said and smiled. A little gesture from him and all people in the room left and all Doors were locked.
The Demon arose from his seat and went to the minibar.
“So...you're a Hunter? Or a guardian?...i would guess that You're Guardian...if not you would've just shot me eh?” What a smart-ass...but he was right, so Dane just nodded.
“hm...you know I cannot just let you kill me eh?” the Demon said...but he didn't waited for an answer. He grabbed a bottle of Vodka and trow it against Dane.
He dodged the Projectile and the Bottles shattered on the Wall.
The Vodka instantly started burning.
“Fire eh?...nice try” Dane said simpering.
The Demon wanted to throw another bottle, but Dane was faster, he aimed and shot.
The icy bullet penetrated the Demons shoulder and nailed him with it's frosty nail onto the Wall, freezing the hole it made. The Demon flinched under the pain. He failed to hold the bottle and it shattered on the ground, leaving him in a Sea of Fire.
Now Dane arose out of his seat and walked towards his victim.
The Flames were not hot enough to burn the Demon...but Dane would be powerful enough.
He now stood in front of the Demon, who wasn't able to move, because of the Frost bullet.
“You play with Fire...” said Dane and laid his hand on the Chest of the man.
“So you will get burned.” Danes Hand glowed, and the Demon perished away in flames.