The White Lily

Chapter 1 (A1)

I was jostled awake by a bump in the road. The burlap sack over my head was dark and itchy but my hands were handcuffed behind my back. Fuck, I thought. They caught me.

I heard some hushed conversation between the men who captured me. All I could make out was 'Succubus'. That was my codename.

My name was Winter Shade. I was the daughter of the most influential family of assassins currently in the world, as well as an elite assassin for the League of Assassins, a world-wide organization of assassins. I went by Succubus, because ever since I was young, I was trained to seduce my targets before killing them, apparently making it easier for me to slit their throats. From experience, I will confirm it does work.

The truck came to a halt, and the men shouted orders at one another in English. I couldn't see my captors, or even where we were. But I smelled forest and dew. One of the men roughly grabbed my arm and tugged me from the truck. "Let's go, printsessa."

He spoke my language, I realized. Or at least knew a few words. I was gagged with a sock so I couldn't respond, only obediently follow his orders. Once I was free, I swore I would kill each and every single of the men who lay their hands on me.

He roughly yanked me through the forest, not caring if I tripped on something, just continuing to drag me. He was holding my arm so tight it almost hurt. He seemed to know where he was taking me, the sound of his feet hitting the ground the only indicator I had to tell me what kind of ground we were walking on. We climbed a few steps, or rather I was dragged up the steps, before he opened a door. He tugged me inside and I could hear his boots stepping on wooden floors. A cabin?

He dragged me along as I tried to steele my nerves. I knew I was about to get interrogated and I needed to save my strength. I didn't know who took me.

He opened another door and threw me into a chair. Keeping the sack over my head and sock in my mouth, he cuffed my hands to the chair, as well as my feet on the legs. I heard him step away and a door open and close. I knew I was alone.

He was gone for hours. No one came in to talk to me or see if I needed anything. A tactic used by interrogators to try and wear their captives down. But I knew all the tricks in the book. I was ready.

Someone opened the door and walked in, the footsteps sounding the same as the man before. He closed the door and walked up to me.

I was blinded by bright luminescent light as he ripped the sack off my head, causing my blonde hair to fall from the sack onto my shoulders in waves. I blinked away the spots that danced in my vision.

I couldn't see him well, but he began to reach towards me. My eyes grew wide and I fought against my restraints. Don't fucking touch me mutt, I screamed in my head at him.

He paused for a moment before quickly reaching and removing my gag. I gasped for breath as I could breathe properly now. I looked up at him.

His black hair was slicked back. His gray eyes seemed to bore a hole into me, and he wore a black Japanese Oni half-mask. He pulled a chair from the side up in front of me and sat with it facing backwards, using the backing of the chair as an armrest. He stared me down.

I recognized the mask. The Titan Force. A world organization of the world's best special operatives. The League of Assassins's largest competitor and rival. While we killed for a living, they dedicated their lives to taking down evil influential people and governments. They wore Oni masks to show how demonic they were. I had never met one before, my eyes were wide with surprise when I saw him.

Something flickered in his eyes for a moment before disappearing.

"You're Titan Force," I said, my voice a little hoarse from the sock that had been in my mouth for hours. My Russian accent was light but usually grew more heavy when I was stressed. I tried my best not to let it show. "The fuck do you want with me?"