A spy's weakness

To die for

 "You're not special for winning a game

With someone who you know was never playing
S(he) could've killed you
S(he) had every right
You just caught her(him)  off guard tonight
But it's alright
S(he'll) be fine"

-blood

-the next morning

-Kate

A was showing me the boy that his team gave him, he wasn't allowed to discuss what actual team he is on, or the boy's name. He was only slightly shorter than A, and looked like an adorable anxious little sweetheart. I could tell he was most comfortable with A because of the way he slightly hides behind A when he meets new people. If there's one thing I notice though, it's the way his eyes are a pinkish, yellow when looking at A, otherwise they are a light shade of lavender. His personality otherwise seemed sweet, curious, and cautious. 

Soon C arrived. I looked at him in horror as I noticed the bandages covering his face, covered in blood. 

"What happened?!"

A's expression darkened. "R7 happened"

I could feel my pupils narrow into small slits. He did not. It wasn't possible. But it was. And Ohhh would I not let him get away with this. I walked through the crowded hallway, anger boiling my blood. I felt my left hand reach for a small ring on my right hand, pressing a button which let out a small, but very, very, sharp blade. I would make sure he regrets even touching C. 

There he was, just and the corner, talking to K1. He looked nervous, his movement a tad jerky and fast. He knew what he'd done. Grabbing his arm, I stuck the blade into his arm, dragging it down. He looked horrified as the sound of tearing flesh rang in both our ears. The tear itself was bigger than the blade because it had splitten, blood pooled quickly in the large crevice. I took the blade out of his arm, carefully removing the blood. Students stared and whispered.

"What the hell was that for?" 

"You know exactly what that was for."

His expression dropped. Quickly returning back to  it's normal straight face, though the emotion in his eyes said that something had set him off. R7 only stared, them he looked down at the cut. It didn't matter. My work here was done. I happily skipped back to A and C. 

"That's the kind of face a sadistic person makes when they see their least favorite person in pain." A said, looking at me as if I'd done something wrong. The boy hid behind A a bit, eyes now a royal purple. Several students staring.

"Yup,"

"..what did you do"

"Ohh I don't know.." I gave a fake cough. C was now also looking at me suspiciously.

All I did was show him the blade in the ring. His eyes widening a bit. 

"But-"

"No buts! He Dared to hurt you, so I gave him a taste of revenge he'll never forget"

"Alright I can't argue with that.."

A nodded in agreement, the boy stepping out from behind him, eyes once again lavender, a purple shade indicating light fear. Cough.. you didn't see anything. What an odd thought. 

-C

-5 hours later

I felt a bit anxious going to this class, R7 sits to my right. And currently tension is extremely high. This would be awkward, and I already dislike social situations. I took a deep breath entering class, only a couple curious stares as to why my head was bandaged, I ignored them and sat down, R7 taking a seat soon after. In my peripherals, I could see his left arm blood bubbling on its surface, unable to rest and form a scab due to how how wide the cut'd been. I tried to ignore it, but blood makes me feel sick and nauseous, and it was a ruby red, a bright color no one could miss. I felt like throwing up. I had to just ignore it is just blood. I've soon it a lot, why am I so sick of blood, when I'm so used to it.. 

Welp that's all folks, more historical (plot line) based chapters coming as I think of them when I'm not supposed to :p