The room was dim and glowed of red. The smell of blood filled my sinuses and I licked my lips. A human was in this room and she smelled of fear. I could see her on the ground below me. The chains on my loose-fit skinny jeans slinked as I crawled across the ceiling. I knew she was watching me, as well as they; they were the ones that watch me during my training sessions.
I can honestly say I don't know who "they" are, all that I know is that I'm being recruited to be in a group of six assassins. They didn't give me a lot of information about why they wanted me and that really pissed me off. I'm the type of guy who likes to know and when they didn't tell me, after I attempted to remove the answers from out of their mouths, I walked out. When they didn't let me do that, I killed them, all who tried to stop me. The ones that told me I was being recruited, the ones that are watching me now, stood back and watched me with pleased smiles on their faces.
I growled at the thought of their faces and crawled swiftly across the ceiling. She, the human, heard me and hid behind a chunk of gravel on the cracked floor. Then, I disappeared into the darkness. Her breathing got heavier and I could hear it, but I didn't need to hear anything. The smell of blood found me miles away but I didn't need my sense of smell. I saw her scramble behind the mound of gravel.
I took my chains off and dropped them. I had no shoes because if I was wearing any, I'd be hanging from the ceiling by my hands. After I dropped the chains, I silently dropped behind her, making sure she didn't hear. She's shaking and her body temperature is unbearable, considering I'm used to the cold. Although her body temperature was unnecessary, her blood smelled sweet. I could hear it running through her veins. Draining her of life was going to be tasteful.
I crept closer until she could feel my breath on the back of her throat. She attempted to turn around but I stopped her with my depraved voice.
"Don't turn around," I said in a seductive voice. "You don't want to see the beautiful face of your killer."
She yelped. "Please, I...don't kill me."
An iniquitous smile spread across my face. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you? Hurry, your blood, flesh, and the rest of your insides are taunting me. I'm a hungry boy."
She shivered in disgust as I traced my fingers along her back, shoulders, neck, and arms. "I...my dad's and investigator! He'll arrest you when he finds out that you killed me!" She exclaimed.
My smile grew some more and I let my lips brush her neck. "That's cute," I whispered against her skin. "I guess I'll have to kill your family, too" I hissed and ripped into her throat.
"Nooo!" She screeched, but it was too late for her.
I tugged and pulled on her flesh and let her drop to the ground. I fell to my knees and leaned over her torso to make a meal of her internal organs. That's when the red "danger" lights flashed on and the guards came in out of unknown doors.
I got up and looked at them all. About twenty surrounded me like sharks. I smiled and licked my bloody lips.
They charged.
I fought them, ripping throats and disconnecting limbs from the torso. More guards piled in and died off quickly. After I finished them off, more came in.
"How many of you are fucking here?!" I screamed.
I fought some more until one came up behind me and knocked me out.
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I woke up strapped into a chair that looked like it belonged in an insane asylum. Everything was white; the walls, floor, and my bed. There's a T.V. in front of me and it blinks on.
"Spider," the man started.
I interupted. "How many times are you going to put me in this fucking room?!" I yelled.
The man smiled. "Until we call you down to the main lobby. Understand?"
"Non, je ne parle pas votre langue, bâtard. Essayez à nouveau."
He smiled and said: "Good. See you soon, Spider." Then the T.V. blinked off.
I smiled. "These motherfuckers just don't get who the fuck I am."
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Shattered
ParanormalThis is a story about an assassin's group called Shattered. Each section of a chapter will be short because we have six different points of view to write in. The overall chapter will be long enough to satisfy your cravings, though. The sixth point o...