The Monster Within Me

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Blood. Blood. Blood.

Sometimes it's crimson red, other times it's dark red. Overall, it's a beautiful colour.

Especially when it's painting the walls of the abandoned warehouse I'm in. The walls were my canvas and the blood my paint. And I had created such a beautiful masterpiece.

Whistling a happy tune, I put my earbuds in my ears and looked for my favourite playlist.

Just murdered someone, time to clean.

A small smile grazed my face as I wiped the edge of my blade on my black pants while looking at the man's body, laying at my feet.

Jason Higgins.

Rapist. Abuser. Scumbag.

"Good riddance. The worlds a better place without that piece of trash." Smiley said as I chuckled at his thought.

"Let's clean this up." I mumbled before Verbatim by Mother Mother started playing.

I couldn't help but hum the lyrics while cleaning up the blood that was spreading on the floor tiles.

Thank god the floor wasn't made of wooden planks, cause that would've been a pain.

Jason's eyes stared at me the whole time I was cleaning. His brown eyes were judging the way I cleaned up his murder so I scooped them out.

Suck a dick, bitch.

Leaving his body on the floor, I texted Kai - my underboss and close friend - to get rid of the body lupara bianca style.

That saying has always made me laugh, even when I was just a little girl. It's a term journalist used to say that we've disposed of the body so well that it's not findable.

"You think they're done with the mission?" Smiley questioned as I shook my head while getting in my car.

I wasn't supposed to be here.

Master Lin had given me an assignment along with four other students. We needed to bring back one Marcus Lopez Arguello.

Fellow psychopath and arsonist.

Working with others irked me. There wasn't a lot of people that I liked at King's Dominion.

Rats were barely tolerable and Legacies were an annoying bunch - except for Willie and Chico. Those two, behind closed doors, could be considered my friends.

Legacies often felt entitled and more powerful then Rats because they came from a family of murderers. Or psychopaths.

I wasn't like them. I didn't think myself mightier then everyone else. I worked hard to built and keep the reputation I had.

You don't turn into a heartless killer over night. The monster within me has always been there, I just decided to embrace it. To embrace the voice that made me do impulsive things.

I named him Smiley since he always had me smiling after a brutal kill. He's my best friend.

"School should be fun this year. Fresh meat and whatnot."

"If they did in fact complet the mission. Knowing Saya and Maria one of them had to have kissed the boy so he's probably going to pin on her." I stated with a chuckle as I pulled up at the school's parking lot.

I didn't care if one of the monks saw me, they didn't scare me. Not a lot of thing scares me, maybe that's why people fear me.

I have nothing to lose.

Not even my mafia. I know my people will avenge me but they'll move on, just like everyone does in life. Nothing is permanent.

"Welcome back, princesa." A masculine Spanish voice called from the entrance of the school. I couldn't help but roll my eyes when I saw Chico standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

The tattooed boy was the first person I've ever bumped head with when I arrived here. We came from similar backgrounds and always competed against one another.

Saya once told me that if Chico wasn't with Maria, we'd be the ultimate power couple.

"Fanculo." I said while flipping him off.

"You have a little something on your shirt." Chico teased before shortening the distance between us. His hand came up to cup my cheeks, looking for any bruises or cuts.

"I'm fine, Chico." I stated while swatting his hand away from my face.

The Latino wasn't having none of my shit.

His hand roughly gripped my chin, turning my head so I could face him. How dare he.

"Did that puto touch you, Van?" He asked as I tried rolling my eyes, only for the buzz cut boy to squeeze my jaw tighter.

"Cazzo di inferno, Chico. I told you already, I'm fine. He didn't get the chance to touch me."

"Let's get you cleaned up, mariposa." Chico mumbled while grabbing my hand and pulling me inside of the school.

Kings Dominion is a deadly arts school made to train the kids of famous killers and psychopaths. It's also known as prison, for me.

I hate it.

Somedays I simply wished I was a normal teenager but I'm not. I grew up killing people to gain fear and power. I grew up with the ideology that everyone was out to get me, even family members.

I don't trust easily so to have Chico, Willie and Kai as friends was a big step for me.

"Class is starting, mañana. Don't stay up too late." Chico whispered before kissing my forehead and letting me enter my room.

"Okay, coño."

"I regret teaching you Spanish words, tigresa." He whisper-yelled as I chuckled before closing my door.

I don't care what people say about Chico, he's the closest thing I have to family.

Even if his cartel and my mafia are ennemies.