Hotel Cryptid [completed]

Calico, Calico

Calico carves a knife out of a wood block. She learned how to make a knife out of pretty much anything at a young age. Broom, wood, mop, spoon.

A young Calico on a rock in the creek in her backyard. She lived in the middle of the woods. Calico didn't know it, but she was raised as the perfect murder weapon. She was born in the woods, and besides her parents, no one knew she existed. The government couldn't trace her because of this. Making her the perfect murder weapon.

She lived in forests outside Moscow, Russia. Calico was taught many things from self defense to piano to guitar to disguise. Her parents were ex-felons, at least that is what they told Calico.

Birds chirped, but she was listening for one bird in specific. A turkey vulture flew down and landed right by her. It cocked it's head to the side. Calico pulled a dead squirrel and gave it to the creature by her. She smiled as it gobbled the squirrel. The bird smelled like the death of mid-July and all hope of humanity, but she didn't mind. In fact, the smell of rotting flesh didn't even bother her. She smelled it often. 

Calico went inside and could faintly smell rotting flesh smell. Calico or her family didn't know English. They were all born and raised in Russia. 

Calico's parents often went out, leaving her home alone. She didn't understand why. But then again, she didn't understand why her parents call her Calico instead of her real name. But she didn't care to find out. 

"Stupid parents and their stupid judgements", Calico muttered, throwing the blade at a photo of her parents and landing it. "Bullseye", a female voice said. Calico looked over and saw Anita leaning in the doorway, smiling. "Anita. To what do I owe this pleasant visit from the hotel's biggest asshole?", Calico chuckles. Anita rolls her eyes. 

Anita walks into the room. "You upset because I gashed you?", Calico asks, crossing her arms. "Oh shut up", Anita rolled her eyes again. "So, why are you here?", Calico asks, sitting up. "I'm here to talk business", Anita explains. "What kind of business?", Calico asks. "I need you to help me hide something. No questions asked. I'll owe you a favor in return", Anita explains. Calico thought about it. "Nah. I ain't helping you", she chuckles. "Fine", Anita gets up. She walks to the door. "But just know. I know your secret", and just like that. Anita left. 

Calico started to panic. Secret? Which one? Calico had many. From the crimes she committed, from people she has killed, to even her real name. What could Anita know? And how? Calico grabbed a blade from her dresser and threw it at the wall. "Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!", she yelled. She slumped down on her bed. "How could I show weakness? Enemies are all around... If Mama and Papa were here. They'd be so mad for letting an enemy find out a secret!", She continues to yell.

Calico wipes her eyes. "As mama used to say, 'never show weakness to an enemy of self, or else you'll end up as a picture on a shelf'".

Calico could almost hear her mother's voice, a proud, confident lady with a thick Russian accent. Her green, snake-like eyes and ginger hair. The light skin with rose cheeks. And Calico's father. A proud man, dark complexion and dark ginger hair. His hazel eyes. Gap between his teeth.

"I'm sorry mama. I'm sorry papa", Calico said, laying down.