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The assassin's sword struck the sword, causing it to fall to the ground. The assassin turned to face her, their eyes meeting, but she could feel the rage radiating from him. She murmured, "Flarry sent you!" as she moved closer, drawing Arthur's sword, and engaging the assassin in combat. Arthur stood, unsure of whether to confront her. She flipped around and gave him two powerful kicks that knocked him to the ground. After that, she moved in closer and squatted down. "It is very easy to take your life here, I am the best assassin of all the packs. But you have to go back and tell Flarry not to try this shit again,” she whispered to him before turning away.

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

Taking a few steps, I punched in the code I had memorized since I turned eleven. "Welcome, Alpha Caspian. What brings you here today?" The unmistakable voice of the library's security system greeted me. This library held the entire history of the supernatural world—from the good to the ugly, including my father's terrible deeds. Left to him, no one would have ever known, but unfortunately, history was written by warlords who appeared when needed and vanished just as quickly. "There’s no way he could kill them." Delius mused and I chuckled. "For research," I whispered, and another moment of silence followed.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

Ghost doesn’t say anything; he’s just looking at the screen and pressing more buttons. “You won’t find her. She’s legendary, even to people like me.” The Collector taunts me; my anger finally flares over. I reach down and grab the knife. With one swift yank, I pull the knife free, which causes blood to gush down his chest. He groans and whimpers; it's music to my ears as I crouch down and dangle the blood knife between my legs.

"Y-Ye—" "Did I fucking say you could speak?" Nate suddenly brought the knife close to Dante's face, noticing that his eyes had diverted and were stuck on the sharp edge. "What did I say would happen if you disobey order, huh?" He twirled the knife before slowly approaching it towards Nate's shoulder, seeing his eyes follow that direction as well. "You weren't listening, we're you?" He gently placed the blade onto Dante's skin, not pressing hard enough to cause any wound. But then, his face contorted and he spat, "Then I'll make you listen to me—" "Stop!"

Thankfully, most of the stuff just involved hacking into certain systems and unraveling encryptions for a couple of Assassins. I look around the living empty living room and glimpse into my room, but it’s empty. Heart pounding with panic, I check the bathroom, but it’s also empty. It’s only when I hear sounds coming from my gym that my breathing steadies. I watch from the shadows as April practices a couple of fighting moves. At one point, she takes two knives from my weapons wall and expertly twirls and throws them. She really is good. Maybe even better than me. I’m just not sure if I want to be with another Assassin. I know that I’m being unfair, but I meant it when I said that I needed ti

My fingers gripped his neck, piercing his skin. "Let me die," he muttered. "Like death will give you relief," I spat. "And I already know they are alive! What are the names of the nobles?" Broderick opened his mouth, but instead of telling me the name I needed to hear, his breath fell from his lungs and into my face. His heart stopped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, a record," the Assassin said passively as he tapped his watch. "FUCK!" I threw Broderick's body to the ground. My foot kicked into his side until sweat beaded on my brow. Taking one of the Assassin's knives, I stabbed Broderick's heart repeatedly until I was pulled away. "Fucking hell! Let me go!"

Rage exploded inside me, over my dead body! A movement flashed from the corner of my vision; because I was distracted, I caught the move late; a hidden assassin emerged from the shadows. The blade in his hand glowed silver to stab me. I twisted around, but I was not fast enough. Pain exploded through my side. The silver blade plunged beneath my ribs, my roar shook the valley, and the assassin smiled. He didn’t look like a part of the Forgotten.

I dropped my mug next to the clean ones and turned to face him. Just as I put my hands on my hip, wanting to ask him if everything was okay, he took one last sip of his coffee, slammed the mug on the counter, muttered, "Good day, Kayla." Then he walked out through the back door, leaving me breathless and gobsmacked. "Good day to you too, asshole." I muttered under breath as he slammed the back door. ~~~~~ Restless energy and annoyance caused by Gabriel's attitude yesterday and today pushed me to take a walk alone.