Hi, I'm Kira Mascre and I'm from Tokyo Japan. I'm french-Japanese. When my mother was 18, she came here on vacation with her family. She met my father and got pregnant. Her parents left her here and went back to Paris, she began to live with my father. Then eventually, he left her too. A foreign woman to survive on her own in an unknown country. But it's fine, she learned how to manage herself. She even speaks pretty good Japanese. I grew up speaking French and Japanese, but most Japanese. But that's enough about her. I always grew up being a weird kid. My mother unknowingly named me Kira, which in Japan means killer. Yet to her it was a pretty normal name.
I don't talk a lot. I also don't have any friends. But that's all okay, as long as I can do what I love most. Which is... killing small animals. Birds, cats, dogs, squirrels. I don't know why, but it feels amazing to kill them. If I see a stray cat in the street, if no one is watching, I'll stomp its head in. I get a sort of rush along with a shiver down my spine. I've tried, but nothing else can surppress my want to do that. But besides that, enough about personal matters. Let's get into why this is MonsterMania. It started the day I turned 17 years old. I was walking home from a small thing at home. I didn't smile at all that day. I couldn't, I hadn't truly since I was 5.
I was outside taking a walk down the street, I needed some fresh air. There was a small cat sleeping on the sidewalk. I chuckled and stomped my foot onto his head. "Meow"! I completely crushed its skull. I moved my foot around to squish all the brain matter. "Kira Mascre", someone called my name. In fear, I quickly lifted my head and was on alert. A tall girl - that seemed older than me- was standing there. Her skin was dark brown and her hair was really curly. I quickly made a run for it. Someone caught me killing a baby cat? As I ran down the street I could hear footsteps behind me.
She was chasing me? "God damn, what do you want"! I stopped and turned around. "My name is Macy Jones, I'm with the S.N.P.C". She was very good with Japanese. "What's that"? "The supernatural plus committee". "Well I'm sorry Macy, but I don't want to join your little club", I said, trying to walk away. "It's not a club. It's an actual organization and we need you". I stopped and turned around. "The committee catches supernatural things, and stops them before they cause damage". I laughed. "It's true, just two years ago, we stopped a zombie break out". "If you are telling the truth, what do you need me for"? "Monsters. People like me and you, are causing trouble. A reaper, we still don't know his name, started an assassin organization and is trying to give the world new order".
"He's gonna kill all humans". "Desole, je ne parle pas japonais". "C'est bien , mais tu parles francais". I scoffed. "I'm not even a monster, I can't help you". "I researched you, my men have been observing you for two years now. We had to confirm it was true but we did. You're also a reaper". I sighed. "There's only 4 reapers in the world, you, the guy we are looking for, one other person, and the last one is dying". "How do you know I'm a reaper, I can't harvest souls". "But you can". She looked around. "Where's your scythe"? "I don't have one, I told you I'm not a reaper". "Every reaper has a scythe, you get one when you're 17, that's why I came here today". "Look here lady, I told you I don't have a scythe"!
I looked up and she was slightly smiling. "What're ya smirkin' about"? She looked at my side. I turned and there was a scythe, standing at my height, right next to me. Around it, it was glowing purple. I looked at her, "How'd you do that"? "it wasn't me... it was you.... you're a reaper".