The Secret Demons

Chapter 9: Knives and Daggers

Charlie's POV:

I walked past straight my house, towards the woods, which was the perfect place to do what I wanted to do. Once I reached the border of the thick woods, I took a deep breath and smiled to myself, lightly brushing the tiny bulge in my thighs with the tips of my fingers. I sighed contentedly as I felt the tiniest of bumps within the bilge and pricked my finger on a but that was sticking out.

I hissed and immediately looked down at my bleeding finger and then to my thigh, looking for what had penetrated my delicate skin. I sucked on the wound to keep it from bleeding any more than it should and lapped it the blood up into my mouth with my tongue, only to spit it out harshly onto the dead leaves that thickly blanketed the forest floor. The metallic taste stayed on my tongue though, even though I was sure all of the blood was gone and I decided to ignore it, knowing that it would lessen over time.

It was then that I saw the extremely sharp tip of metal slightly sticking out through a freshly made hole in my jeans. I groaned loudly in frustration. Now would have to buy new jeans and a new collective sheath. Who knows? Maybe I could also buy a new dagger too.

I sighed as my fingers continuously search for the hilt of the jean-ripper and as I felt it's leather texture, I smiled and brought it out, continuing to walk further into the forest whilst throwing it expertly up into the air and letting it fall straight back down again, letting the hilt nestle into my palm, only to repeat the process. I know. It's super dangerous and I shouldn't do it, right? Well, too bad. Because I do what I want to do and no one tells me what to do in my life. Anyway, if there wasn't any risk at all, there's no fun at all either.

Suddenly, I see a squirrel ahead, resting on a fairly low branch, completely oblivious to my existence. I decided that I had walked far enough into the forest and I smiled evilly as crouched and stalked over to it slowly on all fours. Luckily, it's back was faced to me and it was preoccupied with another activity which was most likely some sort of nut. I was oblivious to everything except the squirrel now, and I was going to catch my prey. I accidentally stepped on a leaf covered twig and it spun around, it's tiny beady eyes looking for the source of the sound, scared and vigilant. I berated myself in my head, but by this point, I decided it was the best time to strike.

It was now or never.

My right hand reached slowly into my collective sheath once more, sliding out a well polished throwing knife, my current inanimate best friend. It was dark silver and had a thin, black rope carefully tied around the lower part as an effective hilt so as to keep it completely and utterly balanced for accurate throwing without losing the grip too easily either.

I positioned it directly in line with the main body of the squirrel and my master eye, running through every single step in my head that had been drilled into me when my mother was alive, to make the optimum shot. Slowly, I drew it back so the blunt side of the knife was literally millimetres away from my right eye. I could hear my heartbeat surge through my ears and feel it pump blood to every extent of my small frame. I took as deep, silent breath and closed my eyes and opened them, azure eyes narrowing primitively onto the brown, fuzzy mammal. I traced my movements of my shot, moving back and forth and drew back more on the third time, and flung the knife forward as hard as I could, my arm finishing it's swipe at my hip.

Lucas's POV:

I was on the roof, too lazy to go to classes that Charlie wasn't in, especially since that I knew everything in the syllabus this year, and the syllabus for high school entirely. I closed my eyes to enjoy the remaining sun that would probably be covered in about ten minutes.

I was just about to finally doze off until I heard a loud round of laughter from the large lawn below me. It sounded melodic and it was relaxing me. I got up and let my ears out so I could hear more of it as I walked to the edge of the concrete roof. I looked across and saw a random girl and Charlie doing some really dramatic acting, but I could see their lips moving, yet I couldn't hear what they were saying, so I used more of my powers so I could listen. What? Yes, you probably think I'm pervy and a stalker perhaps, but. Think about it. I am literally a human cat, and I have a massive curiosity, so if I'm interested in you, I would want to know and learn important stuff about you.