Blades and Bullets

27. White Frosting and Chocolate Sponge

Each breath is harder than the last, my hands shake as I look down. My vision blurs red as my shoes soak with the liquid.

I hear the clang of metal and the emptiness of my hand, I don't bother picking it back up, the damage is already done.

I watch as his skin pales, bloods draining out of his lifeless body.

But I feel no remorse.

No, instead I feel my face pull into a grin, my eyes light up and the scene before me.

He was gone. . . dead.

I gasp as I shoot up from the bed, my vision spots as my head feels light from the sudden movement.

The thrumming of rain pounds at the roof, the wind howling and bristling through a crack in the window. I forgot to close it.

I calm my breathing and look around.

It wasn't real. Your inside your cabin. He's still across the hall.

But how would I know? What if it had happened and it was just a flashback? What if his sheets now lay out bare and is room a drift of cold.

Good. That should be a good thing, it will be a good thing.

Getting out of bed I stumble to the window and close it tight, sprayed with rain as I go.

I need to kill him.

And I need to do it soon, before this thing inside of me stops me.

Before the caller comes back at me, these callers remain anonymous for a reason, and so do I.

Hearing a loud cow bell ring outside my door I groan.

"Rise and shine motherfucker!"

"Go away Ace!" I throw a shoe at the door, hopefully dismissing him.

"Open the door bitch!" He kicks the bolts, bitch.

Quick quick! What will stop him from busting the door down?

"I'm naked!"

Well I mean. . . That could work.

"Does it look like I give a fuck? If anything it only gives me more encouragement to barge in, the only person who wouldn't like that is you so I suggest. . . You open the fucking door!"

"Pervert!" I rush to the door and throw my body weight against it as he kicks at the wood.

******

Ace eventually left after I had threatened to never go gambling with him again. If I knew that was all it took, I wouldn't have thrown my best knives at him threw the window.

Unzipping my suit case I dig threw the fabrics, I couldn't be fucked to unpack last night.

I end up pulling out a tank top and some cargo pants, seems to be my go to recently. But hey, what else are you supposed to wear during assassin training. But to add some spice I clipped on a couple chains, if worst comes to worse then I can use them to suffocate someone.

After trudging threw the mud my poor shoes were covered in dirt, but I honestly didn't mind, I loved the rain.

I arrive at the cafeteria, which was really just a bare room with a couple of food options placed on a long table. A lack of kitchen staff though, probably has something to do with the fact that we were no longer at school, therefore the no killing rule does not apply.

I expect to use that to my advantage.

Piling some waffles on to my plate and drenching them with maple syrup, I head over to the back table where I can see the rest of the group laughing at something.