The Crimson Assassin

Chapter 1: The Markers Pack

I moved my hands up his chest, a grin on my face. Long, blonde, wavy hair tickling his hips. He smiled at me. I looked up to his eyes, keeping a seductive glance on him. "I love your eyes, they're like hazelnuts," he said. I put my hands up near his shoulder and spread my fingers. I looked up at him giggling, his mouth ticked at the corner. I flicked my fingers, my claws sharp and long pressing against his chest. The boy in front of me flashed with shock. "W-what?" He stuttered. I peered up, staring into his eyes as mine changed, golden-red eyes that glowed with a bright shine, though the bright shine contradicts the truth of them. Fear flew across his face as the realisation of who I was had finally hit him. He gasped, and with that I dug my claws into his chest, ripping through his flesh like a hot blade through a cloud, shredding his insides. His breathing quickened, become heavy and thick. I climbed off his hips and scratched my mark into his leg: four small scratches with the letter C in the middle representing The Crimson Assassin. I put some clothes on and started to grab anything that seemed valuable, expensive and useful, stashing it into my bag. As I was rummaging through the top draw of his desk I found exactly what I was ordered to find, a silver pendent, the crest of a wolf engraved within, I was sent to retrieve it after it went missing. I began out the door spotting a jacket in the corner of my eye. My hand grabbed at it, I flicked it over my shoulder opening the door and looked at my now 'ex-boyfriend' lying on the bed. "See ya sweetheart." I pulled the door closed, the slowing thump of a heartbeat coming to a stop as my fingers left the door handle.

I quickly cleaned my self of the blood in the bathroom and hopped down stairs, a wide grin on my face. I was walking to the front door when I heard someone call the name that I currently go by. "Kelly, leaving so soon?" I heard my 'ex-boyfriends' mum call out to me. I turned and saw her. "Yeah, sorry Mrs Liwen, I just remembered I got an early shift of work this morning, if i don't leave soon I'm going to be late. Quentin is still asleep, so thank you." She whipped her hands with a towel from the kitchen and replied, "Thats ok sweetheart, see you soon." I gave a small smile and headed out the door.

Mrs Liwen headed towards Quinten's room, her face a picture of annoyance obviously due to him sleeping in so late, as he always does. Her nose crinkled up, eyes squinting as a foul smell protruded from her sons room. I watched her from the near tree line of the forest, peering through the windows. A loud shriek echoed from inside the house, thumping heading towards the front window of the house. Her face appeared in the dim light from inside the house, she began screaming, "YOU LITTLE BI-" , I flicked my wrist and the house went up in flames, her screams morphing into those powered by pain. I spun on my heel and ventured deep into the dense forests.

I headed to the local shopping centre, i needed to change my look and style. New clothes, new appearance, new identity. One major need of change was my hair, i hadn't changed it for a long span of time. When i arrived at the salon i was greeted by hairdressers who took to me quickly. "Hello, what would you like me to do today?" said the lady who walked behind me. "Just give me the latest and most popular style you know," I said to her, she nodded and began.

Half an hour later she had finished. The towel was pulled off of my head. I now stared at a new person, brown straight hair that was cut to my chest, clothes that actually covered my skin. "How is it?" the lady asked, "I love it, thank you," i replied to her. I got out of the mall and went around into an alley. I let my eyed drift close as i began the process of morphing my literal appearance. My face began to move, skin was pulling tighter, muscles burned, the shape of my eyes, nose, lips and bones twisting into something new. As i looked into the reflection of my phone i noticed the changes that i was not used to. For the last time in a long time I pulled out my brown contacts, my eyes now shinning their natural dark blue. I looked completely different from what I was a few moments ago. Good.