Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
T / N POV
                          
Reaper and I have been here for several days, we have met Cinder, Emerald and Mercury. Torchwick sent us on a mission with him and some henchmen to steal dust, I honestly do not know why they want so much dust but I will not question it.
                          
We prepare for the mission. He put on the uniform / suit of the White Fang and his mask, so as not to attract so much attention. I didn't need it since my skull already looks like a mask in itself, Reaper left his scythe in across the room and grabbed steel knuckles and a gun.
                          
When we left we were going to ask for a bullhead, but they tell us  there were none available, but Reaper, from what he told me, had an idea in mind.
                          
"Are you sure about this? You haven't revived anyone in years" I said "Don't worry, I have it more than controlled" said Reaper. He raised his hand, which had black smoke coming out of it and after a few seconds the earth started to crack and a skeleton dragon came out.
                          
I'll be honest with you, that disappointed me, I was expecting a giant and scary dragon, but instead a small dragon (Nick form 1) came out.
                          
"Hey, don't be so disappointed" 'Am I that easy to read?' "You haven't seen his true form yet" Reaper turned to see the dragon "Show him your true form, Nick"
                          
As soon as he said that, Nick, he started to get bigger (form 2).
                          
Reaper started to walk towards him, Nick lay on the ground face down so Reaper could get on, Reaper motioned for me to come up as well. I transformed into my smallest form (form 1), climbed to its back and returned to my original form. Nick started to flap his wings, and we started to fly. The walk was not very long, in fact it was fun to see everything from above, when we arrived Nick landed on the roof of a building and Reaper told him to stay here, so he transformed into his little form (form 1).
                          
We got off the building and we were surprised to see Torchwick landing with a bullhead on the roof of another building, I was angry and Reaper, I honestly don't know what he's feeling right now, his facial expressions don't change, because he's a skeleton, you know, and he also has a mask, I can only identify what he feels when listening to his tone of voice that is normally monotonous, even if we are very friends his tone will not change to a more friendly one, but you get used to it over time. When Torchwick and his henchmen came down. I was the first to speak.
                          
"They told us there were no bullheads available"
                          
"For you, dear, there was only one and that was reserved for us, sorry for not mentioning it to you" he replied. In the back of my head I knew he was just being chivalrous, but I forgave him anyway. So we walked into this dust shop.