chapter 8

She tried to get him off with her feet, but he stomped on her right foot before he stabbed her left leg over and over again, blood getting on him and he didn't even care! He noticed that she stopped struggling.

Thinking she was dead, he let her go. "Know this, entity. You try and cross me, and you'll regret it!" He kicked her "corpse", making sure she was dead. Satisfied, he grabbed the bag, tossed out the red bracelet and began to leave. As left, he felt drained of the adrenaline he used to defend himself from an assumed attack. George also thought about how she cried and how scared she was, but he didn't notice. He was blinded by his anger and the urge to live. But for some reason. thinking about her crying made his body not want to move. Why is this? All he did was protect himself. "What is this feeling?' He thought to himself. Unknown to him, she was actually still alive!

Suddenly, he felt the worst pain of his life as he was impaled through the back and out where his heart is! Blood spurts all around, even in his mouth! He looked down and saw a red glowing spear impaling him before it vanished. He collapsed on his stomach, blood pooling around him. "I'll… give you points for…. Not being that scared… I'm sorry… I really am… but this is for a noble cause… if I could've chosen things… I wouldn't have chosen to kill you…" She managed to get to the red bracelet and grabbed it. She looked at it for a while then looks at George. She limps to him and caressed his face then slowly gave him a kiss and flew off, tears trailing her face. George looks, his vision slightly blurry.

'So this is how I go out: literally stabbed in the back by the one girl that actually had it out for me… and I tried to kill her! Darn it… Well George, look on the bright side: at least you'll be with your family soon enough. Mom, Dad, I'm almost there. . .'

He weakly holds an arm out towards the moon, before it collapsed, his eyes just about to roll back into his head. He would have accepted death's warm embrace... if not for some "divine" intervention. In the form of a flyer with a circle on it.

It came out of his back pants pocket and glowed a crimson color. The same circle appeared on the ground around him, glowing more vibrant crimson by the second. Then... she arrived. Rias, the girl with the flowing crimson hair along with bat-like wings sprouting from her lower back, but not any wings. The wings of a devil! She looked at the dying young man, "I don't believe it's your time yet, George Anderson." She said confidentiality, "You still have a full life to live. I shall resurrect you and take you under my literal wings... as your caretaker." She slowly brought out her hand and opened it, revealing 8 red pawns. "These will be your proof that you will serve under me." She placed them in an octagon formation on his torso. They all glowed deep crimson before they sank into his body. The blood around him dried up and the wounds that took his life vanished. She smiles, "It is done. From here on out, you shall forever be my pawn!"

Of course being in a coma, he couldn't hear her. The girl picked him up, "And now to your place." She took flight and carried her him to his place. He had left a window open on the second floor to his bedroom. She stripped him, placed his stuff on his nightstand, and then stripped herself. "Good night~"

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The following morning, George's rooster alarm woke him up and he automatically turned it off.

His eyes widened and he sat up in bed, looking around. He saw he was in his room, and not in the afterlife. He screamed into his pillow, "I'M ALIVE!" He yelled at the top of the lungs. Rather than trash his room and regret it later, he simply relaxed on his bed before he cried. He then dried his eyes, opened up his nightstand drawer, took out the only photo, and looked at it. He sighed sadly, stroking the image.

"I was almost there, mommy, daddy. While I won't be seeing you real soon, I will see you again... someday." He then looked at his JP clock and saw it was 8:15 am.

Realizing he was going to be late, he quickly got ready for school, having to cut some important corners to save time, like forgo combing/drying his hair, cologne, and eating on the way there. As he was getting ready, he noticed that his acne and scars on his lower left side of his lip and on his right palm near the back of it are gone! No idea how/why and with no time to think about it, he leaves his house and locks it before dragging his wheel-powered backpack towards school, the contents of it being too heavy to carry.

Along the way, he says ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to NO ONE about what happened. 'If people found out about what happened Sunday, they would think I was crazy or something! And that would just turn more women away from me!'

As he continues on with his school day, he can't help be feel like he is being watched by some of his peers. He looks around but can't locate any of them... until one point. As he is making his way up the stairs, he froze.

There... at the top is Rias Gremory! And she was looking straight at him. His fear response kicking in, he looked away from her. Not being rude, but being respectful to her as he didn't want to stare at her and her large mounds and out of fear. He made sure to look at her eyes. As she passed him, she gave him a very subtle wink. He lightly blushed but returned the gesture with a head nod and a two finger salute before he quickly ascended the stairs. Rias looked at him as he walked away, 'I wonder why he didn't say anything. Odd. He also ran away mere seconds after we looked at each other.