The Life of a Slayer By: Sophie Lavalier Chapter one: The Female Slayer There she stood. One out of thousands of young boys all dressed in there best. She shifted adjusting here sash and shoulder plates. She looked around nervously, but it looked like all the boys were to busy straighten their outfits to take any note of her visible feminine looks. She was about to adjust her shoulder plates again, when a sudden hush rippled through the crowd. She immediately straighten up and standing at attention sweat trickling down her fore head. Up at the front she noticed that the commander Fulcan and the cute sub-commander Dilandau walking to the front center of the ranks. " So Dilandau....' Fulcan started looking thoughtfully at him." Are you going to tell them who made it or not?" "Well" Dilandau moaned tiresomely " I suppose I will, now who out of these men are worthy? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm................." She gulped quietly to herself, Thinking about the previous Examination and Fitness Test. She had high doubts that she would be picked. Though she had trained & studied hard she was still likely to be one of the weakest of them all. She should just leave now and avoid embarrassing herself. “Ok I’ve decided’ Sniggered Dilandau looking on at the anxious boys. “ My 15 slayers will be…” He paused again and smiled scornfully. “ Oh and I’m going to pair you up with your room mate as I do so The slayers are Chesta & Guimel, Gattie & Dallet, Migel & Viole, Biore &….” Dilandau droned on. Her heart skipped a beat. She was in. She was a slayer. She had to be, there was no way that anyone else in the crowd would have the name Viole. It was the name she had made up to try out to become a slayer. How could this be though?? She wasn’t that strong was she? Maybe there was a mistake, she could only hope not. Then a second uneasy thought crossed her mind. Had he said roommate? Roommate as in sharing an apartment with someone else? Who had hers been? Nigel, Mitchell? No it was Migel, that was it Migel. She gulped what if he discovered her secret, that she was a girl? Would he turn her in? All she could hope was that he was nice. Heads drooping, the rest of the boys cleared out, cursing at themselves. She dodged her way to the side to avoid getting trampled. Finally, about 15 minutes later she was standing in one rank along with the other 14 boys chosen. Dilandau waltzed infront of them, eyeing them closely. “So you’re the best of the bunch, are you hmmmm? Think your all real tough just because you were chosen right? Well let’s see how tough you really are” Dilandau walked over to the boy at the beginning of the line and gave him a rye smile. “And you are?” The boy had curly light blue hair and light blue eyes. Shakily he replied “Guimel sir” “Oh how cute is your dad a guimelif?” Dilandau sneered reaching out and slapping Guimel hard across the face. He staggered backwards cursing and holding his cheek. His eyes grew watery; he removed his hand from his cheek To reveal a great purpling bruise which covered the whole right hand side of his face. “Get back in rank you indecent fool!” yelled Dilandau sneering. Still staggering and dazed Guimel returned to his spot in rank reluctantly placing his hand at his side. Dilandau then stepped infront of the next boy in line, who was incredibly hansom. His light brown hair had long bangs infront that fell over one side of his face, and his eyes were a rich brown and sparkled in the flickering candlelight. “Your name is??” “Migel sir” he said confidently “and I suppose you’ll hit me to right?’ Dilandau went ridged. And with all his strength he lashed out and literally punched Migel in the side of the head. Migel’s head was turned with the impact of the blow butt he did not move from his position or even let out so much as yelp of pain. Instead he just turned back to look at Dilandau smiling. Dilandau starred at him menacingly before again punching Migel on the opposite side of the head. Migel repeated his action only this time his head was turned to the right. Dilandau sneered his eyes filled with rage. Before turning to the next slayer in the line. “And you are” Dilandau ordered looking as though he would lash out irrationally at any moment. The boy next to her who had deep brown shoulder length hair answered in a girlish sounding voice. “Dallet… Sir!” Like he had done to the others Dilandau cranked back his hand to hit Dallet across the face. But before Dilandau’s hand could intercept Dallet jumped back out of the way, running behind Migel who now’s whole face was one big purple bruise. “Grrrrrr…. “ Dilandau growled with rage taking chase after Dallet who now was skipping girlishly across the hall. Her and the rest of the slayers couldn’t help but laugh when Dallet made a sharp turn causing, Dilandau to almost slam into a wall. Dilandau spun around eyes burning deadly. “NOW THAT YOU UNDER MY ORDER I HAVE NO REASON AGAINST HAVING YOU ALL EXECUTED IF YOU DON’T STOP THIS CHILDESH BEHAVIOUR AT ONCE!!!!!!” Dilandau screamed in rage. “NOW I DON’T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOUR NAME IS JUST GET WITH ROOMMATE PICK A ROOM AND DON’T SHOW YOUR WORTHELESS HIDES ANTILL TOMMOROW DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!!!!! The Slayers all nodded and trodded down the hall to which Dilandau had said there rooms were. Guimels roommate, Chesta, was now helping him to a room which was the nearest to them. And Gattie was now dragging Dallet, who was trying hard not to laugh, down the corridor.