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I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE SO BADLY.
Not that I spend a lot of time thinking about murdering people, but the urge to snap his neck is overwhelming.
As I read the letter, that is in my hand, it's the only thing I can think about. The satisfying crack of the bones in his neck snapping.
I am talking about the neck of Paris Anderson. The person I shamefully and sadly enough get to call my father. While he is away for some fancy meeting, he sent out word to kill someone.
The exact letter he wrote, with the detailed order to kill Seamus Fletcher, a soldier of Sector 45, is in my hand. It burns in my hand, and I am close to throwing up. Not only because Fletcher is getting eliminated for stealing food to give to his starving family back in the poorest part of Sector 45, but because I have to tell someone that they are going to be the one killing him.
That someone is my brother, Aaron Warner.
I stare at the words on the paper a bit longer, not actually reading them. Before I give myself the time to break down, do I compose myself and stand up from my desk chair. I walk towards the grey, metal door, I stare at the black, metal doorknob with a big '45' carved into it.
I sigh and think about just going back to my desk, burning the letter, and when people ask about the letter to just say I did not receive it.
But then again, that would only cause more problems. Not only for me but also for Aaron. I twist the doorknob and walk into the cold halls.
As I walk through the halls towards Aaron's office, I inspect the interior of the halls. Smooth grey concrete walls with no windows and white office lights, which shine way to bright for such a depressive hallway.
The clicking of my shoes on the stone floor echoes through the halls as a warning for soldiers who were slowly nodding off to fix their posture and hold their weapons a bit straighter.
As the sister of Aaron Warner, the commander of Sector 45, they respect me. Not out of free will of course, more so because if they wouldn't they would have a bullet inserted in their forehead.
I approach the door of Aaron's office and take a few deep breaths.
One.
Two.
Three.
I knock, twice. I hear a sigh on the other side of the door, "come in."
I take another deep breath and walk in. Aaron looks up from the papers he is currently holding in his hands. When his eyes met mine, his cold gaze changes to a kind and warm one. He smiles at me.
I try to react the same, but I just cannot bring myself to. How on earth do I tell him we have to kill another soldier? His warm gaze changed to one of concern as I didn't return his smile, "Az? Are you alright?"
'Az,' a nickname he gave me when we were younger because he thought the name 'Astoria' was too difficult to pronounce. I wanted to cry at the memory because when we were younger, we did not have to worry about killing a person.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I just walked to him with the letter and handed it to him.
I saw his eyes scanning the paper and his gaze changed to one of rage and anger, but most importantly, fear. Fear. He did not want to kill Fletcher, but he had to.
"It's okay, Az. We will come up with something to make it less.. painful."
I just nodded at him, his expression changed to one of excitement mixed with a bit of nervousness. "Astoria, I have to tell you something."
"Yeah? What's up?" "I kidnapped a girl, her name is Juliette Ferrars," I stare at him, trying to find any sort of sign he's making a joke.
He isn't.
"Wait what now? You kidnapped a girl? I- huh?" "Yes, I did," he says calmly and certain. I stare at him with pure shock.
"Aaron, you kidnapped a girl," I state, glaring at him, because what the fuck am I hearing? "Yes? I just told you? What part are you not understanding?" He says. I scan his face and he is actually confused about the fact that I'm freaking out. This man will be the death of me.
"How did you even— doesn't matter. Where is she? Let me speak to her." She deserves to know a bit of information about this place, and even more important. Someone she can trust.
"Yeah, you see. That's the problem. You will not be able to go near her alone." He says looking down a bit. "She's different from everybody else. You see, one touch of her can kill you."
Now I am really confused. He stares at me, awaiting my reaction. I stare back, well more glare back.
A beat of silence. "Will I ever see her?" I ask him calmly. Aaron looks back up, his big, green eyes inspecting mine, "You'll be able to see her at dinner tonight."
I sigh "Fine, but let the girl eat in peace, will you? Just let her eat and be done with it."
He rolls his eyes at me but in a friendly way, "Of course, would you expect anything else from me?" He asks innocently.
I laugh a bit, "Course not, anyway, I will be on my way back to my office."
"Alright, see you at dinner, Az." He says calmly while sliding back into his chair. As I reach for the door and touch the doorknob, he suddenly speaks up again.
"Oh yeah, Az? Because of Juliette's abilities, I do not want you walking around unprotected anymore."
I turn and look him in the eyes, trying to discover what he's trying to tell me.
He sighs, "Astoria, you're getting a bodyguard."
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This is my first ever chapter, damn. Im scared asf Also English is not my first language so if there are any spelling mistakes please correct me :) -A/N
