Lexa

Tough little cookie, that's what they used to call me. That was until I punched them in the faces. I was always that sort of girl, the tough one that even the big bullies were scared of. Of course whenever I went to a new school I'd have to start all over again. It was fun doing the whole talking big act but waiting to act. I made them think that was all I was, just a talker. I liked playing that game, and then once they thought they had me all figured out I'd pull a complete 180 on the school. And then I always became some sort of hero to the ones that were picked on. It was sometimes nice being the hero I guess, but in the real world that doesn't always work out. Sometimes you have to be the bad guy to get ahead.

I moved around a lot when I was younger. My father was in the military and we spent our live moving from base to base or wherever the fuck they wanted to station him. Which also left me by myself most of the time. My mom died when I was young, so never got that whole mother-daughter relationship. Guess that could be why I turned out the way I did, always have been daddy's little girl, a tough one at it.

I started to learn more about the government and our world with each station we'd move to and with each promotion my father got. At first I didn't believe some of the stuff I saw, maybe it was because I was too young when I saw my first demon or maybe it was the fact that my eyes weren't opened up to that sort of world yet. But I finally learned the truth once my father was stationed in New York. The base he was on was some sort of research facility for demons. You see the government would capture demons and run test on them, even neuter them. Let's just say it was like some crazy ass horror movie, one where the humans were the evil ones. Some of the demons that they captured weren't actually well evil.

My dad didn't approve of it or even know of it at first, but I started going out and haunting demons on my own. Well, actually I sort've fell for a solider boy named Todd. I mean come on you can't say that a guy in uniform isn't hot. So I started tagging along with his crew when they would go out. I already knew the basics of the military training, I grew up on watching the soldiers train. And of course when I reached a certain age I started taking martial art classes. I don't know what it was but for some reason I loved the thrill of haunting these demons, I almost had this sort of feeling that I was meant for it. Of course that was just me thinking crazy, at least that's what I thought at the time.

Sooner or later that hot solider boy and I broke up. The bastard actually cheated on me with some fake plastic bimbo. And to my misfortune the military finally offered my dad a permanent job at the base in New York. So there would be no more moving around and I would be stuck there seeing Todd every day. So I left. Of course I had these huge ideas of grandeur where I would be able to fight demons and somehow make a living at it. Didn't work out that way. I started to slip into a different kind of life, one that worked. I became somewhat of a bounty hunter you could say. Demons, humans or whatever wanted to could hire me and I would do what they needed. I didn't really care what it was my client would want me to get, just as long as the price was good. Might've even been something to end the world, not that the end of the world would be such a bad thing anyways. There was only one thing I wouldn't do; kill another human. At least one that was good, I mean hell give me a murder and I'd kill him. Guess you could say that I still stuck to some sort of my honor code, if I ever even had one. Although with some of the stuff I got for my clients I probably did cause a few or a lot of innocent deaths. But a girls gotta do what she needs to do to survive. This world was cruel and you need to be cruel right back at it to survive.