Trust me when I say this that I have been in much more worse situations than having a sword near my throat.

Once a creepy stalker managed to slip in my dressing room. I knocked him out with an overuse of hairspray. Then one time I was in a photo-shoot in a park where perverted guys wanted to do stuff with me. That is until Loraine knocked them out (she could throw out a mean suplex, believe me). Or the time I was almost ran over by a car driven by a drunk driver. I taught him a piece of my mind not too long before Loraine kicked him in the gut.

So in short, I really wish Loraine was here.

My breath was sucked in as the guy who held the sword shuffled. My back was turned so I couldn't see them but with whatever was possessing me, my senses were heightened a lot. Like I could sense everything from where I stand in a 10-feet radius.

"Uh, so thanks for taking care of Shelly. I guess this month isn't so good for her, huh?" I said.

"That's just... Wow." The voice inside me said. I grit my teeth in order not to reply to the spirit which will make my assailants more provoked.

"She's bleeding blood... But she looks like some sort of freaky girl out of an anime. What do you think, Martha?" I realized it was a male voice speaking. The 'Martha' person didn't reply as I heard some shuffling and a person went in front of my view.

She looked like if Mattel made a Barbie doll do kick-boxing for a job. She was tall, about six-foot three, which makes it harder for me since I'm five-foot six, with tanned skin and complexion. Her dirty blonde hair was tied in a really tight ponytail as dark green eyes scrutinized my every move. Her lips were pressed in a thin line, as if suppressing a laugh or something else that negatively revolves around me. She was wearing a purple shirt with the letters SPQR inside a laurel was sewn. Her denim knee-shorts didn't hide the muscle she had in her lean legs. They looked like they could hit me even when I'm out of reach, especially with those mean-looking Jordan shoes.

She does have nice cheekbones though.

She grabbed a dagger that was sheathed inside her belt and scraped my cheek. It was a shallow cut, but it managed to make some blood drip out.

"You're right. She does bleed." She said in a surprisingly deep voice.

"As if I didn't have enough blood already." I jokingly responded. She narrowed her eyes at me and sheathed her dagger, never removing eye contact. She looked back at the remains of Shelly, now a tiny pile of sand being blown from the summer wind. "Did you know what she was?"

"Other than being a psychotic fan trying to kill me? No." I said. Martha pursed her lips even more so thin, they looked like a thin line etched on her face. She cocked her head to the side and the metal near my throat was gone. I breathed out again and turned to the guy holding the sword.

He was definitely shorter than Martha. In fact he was shorter than me by about two inches, but he didn't seem fazed by it. He made up for muscle though, his shirt defining it. His skin was also tanned with a few scars here and there. His face screamed 'I'm gonna crush you with my bare hands and my size ain't gonna stop me.'. His eyes were a dark greenish-blue as a bandage was placed on his left temple. His hair was just like Martha's; dirty blonde and unruly. I wondered if they were maybe siblings from an Olympic family.

'Olympic.'

Somehow that word alone made my head churn.

The short one continued to stare at me. "Are you a demigod?"

I wanted to say something but inside, I felt like my whole body reacted to that one word. Demigod? That's what that fox was talking about earlier. Speaking of...

"Uh... Can you just wait a moment? I have someone else to talk to." I said to the guy. "Hey, foxy. Someone wants to talk to you."

"I can see that." The two looked at me weirdly then gasped as I'm ignited in blue flames. Again. When it stopped, my new foxy friend was in my arms, nose twitching. "Tell them that they reek of war kami stench."

"Uh... She said that you two smell like a war kami." The two gawked at me. Either they were still in a stupor about how I became a human torch or that I'm speaking like I'm some sort of alien.

I'm betting on the latter part.

"Kami?" The boy said the word slowly. "Okay, one thing's for sure that you're some sort of weird demigod with a weird parent." He looked at the fox. "With a weird pet."

She snarled and growled.

"Hey, easy little guy. I'm just sayin'" He raised his arms in defense.

"I always hated you war kami."

"She says she hates you er... War gods?" I said, unsure of my translation to them. Yes, I have watched anime. And when I say I watched, it was like my whole life was turning directly into that one episode. It wasn't because of that, or that I was Japanese, at least that's what Loraine had said. That word was nagging me and it was annoying as heck when you're an amnesiac.

"That's it. You're coming with us. Whether you're a weird demigod or not.The fox as well."

The fox growled, clearly despising the idea.

"Not now, you idiots. I feel something approaching." That's all she said before my vision was a blue in which I realized that she was possessing me. Again.

"Hey! Foxy get out of there. We need you both out here!" The boy yelled. I-or my body-didn't pay attention as I got into a fighting stance. Now that she mentions it... I felt something huge coming this way.

"Save your war tongue for when this is done war child. There are more pressing matters to attend to." I said but bit my lip when I realized what I had said. "Wait I didn't-"

I stopped when I felt that same cold metal against my neck. "Say that to him again and I won't hesitate to chop your tongue off."

I bit my lip again and looked at the distance. Something was definitely coming. And sweet lord the smell makes it a whole lot worse.

"Listen guys... I may be a two-faced brat who always depend on someone, but I seriously think you should try to stop the incoming doom coming that-a-way?" I pointed at the distance. Near the chocolate shop, police officers were crowding the shop. But something was definitely off. They were covering their noses even though there were no traces of methane. Bystanders were either minding their own business and walked away or just became nosy and whipped out their phones to upload it on the Internet. But one person stood out from the rest.

'Oh.' I thought. 'That's where the smell is coming from.'

"I want you guys to run. Run as fast as you can from here." I said with new-found confidence.

And before I knew it, I was running towards the horde of people, fist engulfed in blue flames.