Dear princess, I love you¹||Five Hargreeves

♔︎𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚

Five's Pov:

The smell of blood covered me, looking up into the mirror it covered almost my entire face. I turned on the water, only for it to turn red as I washed my face off. Better.

I wondered how long it would take the authorities actually to find me, maybe ten years from now? No, it had already been eight and they still hadn't caught me. All for a shitty job at the commission, but yet it's where I belong. Killing was a part of me, I couldn't deny it, no matter how hard I tried.

But then again everyone I ever knew had betrayed me, even before I became what they call a psychotic killer. I grabbed the towel beside me drying my hair and combing it out of my face and walked out of the bathroom.

I turned down the hallway only to run into Herb. "Oh- Five, good I was just coming to find-" I stopped him. "Just get to the damn point." I was annoyed, "T-The handler needs you.."

I rolled my eyes slightly and went to her office, the moment I stepped into her office it was nothing but a deadly smoke smell. I saw her at her desk waiting for me to sit. So I sat down.

"You needed me?" I started sitting up a little higher while talking. "Yes, and I know that you were told that if you did this past mission you'd get a break but-" she stood up going to her bookshelf looking for something. "But what?" I asked.

She looked at me, "I'll need you to do one last mission, after that you can do whatever the hell you want." I gave her a slight nod, "You do realize after the killing in 1978 I did I'm still wanted-" I reminded her. She smiled shaking her head, "That's taken care of now."

Of course, it is.

"What do I need to do?" My eyes followed her as she walked around, "You know the king and queen in Arcadia?" Yes, I did actually, for some reason. "Mhm, why?" She came back to her desk sitting again as I turned to face her.

"Well, it seems that they're soon to be let's call it retiring. Which means-" I leaned over closer to her, "I know what it means.." I sat back again. "This is why we hired you, anyways as I was saying they're passing it down the family. To their daughter and her future husband, of course we don't know who that is yet. But I need you to go uncover and kill the princess."

need clothes more- their style.." you've got to be kidding me.

God, I hated that, "Princess? That'll be easy then," I laugh "The marriage is supposed to happen in two weeks, she needs to be gone less than that" the Handler's voice rose a little, I nod "Ok, got it. Kill the princess," I repeat, standing up.

"It's in 1823, you're going to need to blend in a little more.." she stops to take a hit of her cigarette "... Their way? You do know there's such thing as peasants, right?"

"Yes, I've read the fairytales"

She smiles and nods, "That closet over there has what you need, along with a briefcase to get there and back here when you're finished" I start to walk over to the closet, "And do not lose that briefcase, Five"

"I know, I know. It's protocol to keep it with you at all times" I respond, I knew that this mission would be quick and easy. It was a clueless girl marrying a man probably twice her age, either that or he's her age but a complete asshole.