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The Last Demon Slayer

A loud banging sound could be heard from the trunk of an old car that was parked inside an abandoned warehouse. The inhumane rocking of the car was accompanied by a muffled scream. "Shhh... Be quiet..." One said as she slowly opened the trunk and pulled the poor lady out from it. The two suspicious characters that were wearing clown masks tied the poor lady in the middle of the floor where a big pentagram was scribbled. "MSHGGSKKSSSSH!!!!" The poor lady made a desperate attempt to scream but it was to no avail. One of her assailants had the heart to remove her gag but the first thing that she asked as soon as it was removed was, "Is this a prank??? I know it was you, Cassie. That shirt is mine." As soon as she heard her name, Cassie removed her mask. "Ana, don't panic. We will just exorcise you, okay? Calm down. After all of this is done, we could just all pretend that none of this ever happened in the first place." "What?!!!!!! You're crazy, Cassie!" "NO! Look, you tried to strangle me with a belt last night. But don't worry because I don't blame you for that. You were possessed and right now we will exorcise that demon out from your body." "No-----mmmpphhhh" Before the lady named Ana could even speak another word of protest, Cassie already gagged her again with that same piece of cloth that they used before. "So what are we gonna do next?" "You have to pee on her?" "No way! I would never pee on my best friend! Jared, that's insane!" "Then let us just all forget about this whole exorcism thing then because it was clearly written here. Instruction No.1. You have to mark the subject with your own scent." ANA: ____(O_O')_____ CASSIE: ____(~_~")7_____ JARED: ____(--,)_____

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I am no vermin

Ana's Point of View

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"You really, stink. Can't you move back some?"

For the umpteenth time, he told me the same thing again.

Well, it was not like he was lying, in the first place. So I could hardly think of anything to refute his words.

I am well aware of the fact of how bad I smell. My brain might be shutting down every now and then but my olfactory smell was not failing me yet.

But, at the same time, I also could not help but get annoyed by his dismissive attitude.

Could he not tell that it was rude to treat a lady like that? At the very least, he could be discreet about it.

Pointing out my flaws nicely could not possibly hurt him in any way, no?

It was one thing that he has this tendency of being surrounded by air of indifference whenever he spoke. But the way he looked down on me as if I am nothing but a vermin was an entirely different story.