Tetramis wanted to know his name, but the man was too friendly for her to demand his name and had already turning away. "I- hey. Sir. I require to know your name, it's the new regulation." She did not like using the word 'Sir', because of the incident years ago.Â<br/><br/>******<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mavis shuddered as a high-pitched shriek pierced the night. This has been going on for a two consecutive days already, and on this night, she could not sleep at all. She clapped her hands over her ears underneath the blanket in attempt to shut out a shallower, breathier wail. Then there was thumping, as though a man-sized creature was being pounded into the lawn and then silence.Â <br/><br/>******<br/><br/>The following day, as thin rays of light brushed the roofs of the houses, two men dressed strangely in robes came to their house. They mentioned that they were Reapers, just like uncle Will. They spoke to Mavis's parents quietly, and seemed to be more organised than Will's rave.Â <br/><br/>Apparently, the place was not safe and the police were not capable of protecting her at all. They had stated for her safety, and Her parents, it was best for her to live and be schooled in Styx. In Japan.Â <br/><br/>With careful persuasion targeted at her parents concerns, she found herself at Styx. The place was different and horrifyingly strange and then, he came. Uncle Will. His face was barely recognisable, his left eye was swollen and his jaw hung loosely. He now moved with a strange gait with a limp in his right leg. She ducked behind her guardian, a Reaper who she became familiar during the trip to Styx, Damian Cross, her guardian throughout her stay in Styx. A pained look appeared on Will's face before it broke into a resemblance of a smile. "Take care."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Her basic training was over, now she was in a group of Reapers, one mentor, four students. Damian was their mentor and students were from her cohort. Each of them chose an alias so that it would not remind them of the others personal lives. As Mavis could not pick up a name, she was called "four" or "tetra".Â <br/><br/>They were in the tropics, hunting down some sort of serpentile which had an easy life without any resistance whatsoever. Her hair was now short-cropped, after a fight which involved another Reaper nearly burning her head off. Xoltchi was her name, she was in this group and had chosen to go with "Poppy". Their long-standing rivalry may have been enhanced due to them being capable of using ice and fire respectively.Â <br/><br/>Damian, aka "Sir" signalled for them to stop. Mavis crouched obediently. Of all the people in Styx, Damian was the one she respected along with the medical team, which had aided her in recovery more than one time. Damian had told her to pick up in her knowledge of medicine, which she had rejected repeatedly. Because the medics are meant for the back of the battlefield.Â <br/><br/>Now they began moving again, moving through the low underbrush when there was loud crack and Sir was suspended by a rope around the leg. He swung towards a board with rusting nails beaten hastily into it. Even as the nails punctured his lungs, he wheezed, "Poppy... Take charge... Go... Go...!"<br/><br/>Their target, a cross between bird and man stared down on them with beady eyes. He laughed and did a strange dance as various traps activated and Poppy called for an immediate retreat.Â <br/><br/>They had barely left the safe zone when Mavis came out of her state of shock. "Wait. Wait. Wait. Are we leaving Damia- Sir?"<br/><br/>Poppy snarled an affirmative and continued hacking through the bush with a machete.Â <br/><br/>"I'm going back for him." Her voice shook slightly but she would not abandon her allies even if their injuries were fatal.</span>Im not like you. I'm better.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Beads of cold sweat. Tetramis wiped her sleeve against her forehead.<span style="font-style: italic">How long have I been standing here? Not too long I hope...</span>She swallowed slightly. "I..." She cleared her throat, hoping no one had spotted her staring into the distance. And then more flashbacks would probably strike now that one was triggered. She stepped towards the man and said firmly, "Sir, I need to know your name."