Secret Killer (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 3 Let's Play

I froze...

I knew all the dangers of just having his finger lazily laying on my pressure point. Especially the pressure point of my spine, shit I was in trouble. He could press down and kill me or he could twist his fingers and completely paralyze me, making me wish I was dead. I felt his fingers move, slowly pushing down and twisting to the left, and then right. I had to do something...

I was stiff already so I relaxed, letting all my muscles go limp, his fingers stopped, and then left my back. His feet also left my hips and I heard him step to my left. He took his steel-toe boots ever so slightly *note sarcasm* and flipped me over. I kept my eyes closed, I felt his shadow over me as he pulled my eyes open. I rolled my eyes up, I heard his low laughing, I couldn't hold back the smirk. His laughing automatically ceased and I let my eyes go back to their normal state. He was frozen with two fingers on my neck. My smirk grew and before he could react I tripped him. He did have a few things up his sleeve I realized, but so did I. I kicked him so he was face down. I sat on his back, one leg on each side. Then I pulled the century old switchblade from my left boot, flipping it open in the process. What was his name? Conner? Conner started squirming beneath me as I lightly pressed the tip of the switchblade to the base of his neck.

"Ever wanted a tattoo Conner?" I said ever so sweetly, not even an inch from his ear.

"I-I have a-a few actually," He says stuttering almost every word.

I smirk,"Well Conner you're about to have another one."

"Wha-what?"

"You'll see Conner, You'll see," I raise my head and slowly carve an H into the base of his neck, about halfway through he started squirming.

"Oh Conner don't you know, the more you move the more mistakes I make. The more it hurts."

He stops moving and I finish the H beautifully. When I roll him over his eyes aren't rolled up into his head but he is unconcious. I smirk. People wanted to mess with me? Let's play. I jumped out of the ring, my bloody switchblade still in my hand. My knuckles were white and I could feel my grandmother's carvings pressed into my palm. I have those exact carvings under my ribs. 

I stop right behind the ring, the whole crowd staring curiously in front of me, I grip my switchblade tighter if that was even possible. Someone yells," YOU CAN'T LEAVE THE RING UNTIL YOU LOSE."

I laugh,"MAKE A FUCKING HOLE OR YOU CAN ALL HAVE BLOODY TATTOOS!"

They made a hole, eyeing my switchblade the whole way. I walked out confidently, and went back to the kitchen. I ate my leftover pancake, with peanut butter and syrup. I heard heavy footsteps in the hall, and went toward the door. The steps abruptly stopped at the door, I swung it open like I didn't know anyone was there. I heard a male voice mumble a curse, I left the kitchen like I didn't hear anything and headed toward my room. The footsteps followed, my switchblade was out and shining against the florescent lights above my head. Whoever was following me slowed down as they grew closer to me, then grabbed my forearm. Unfortunately for them not the one with my switchblade in it. I quickly turned around and socked whoever had my arm. They stumbled back holding their nose. I rolled my eyes and continued toward my dorm. Without turning back I said,"Don't touch me under any circumstances with the exception that I'm dead or deathly injured to where I can't handle it myself."

I then continued walking, almost to my room now. I sighed as the footsteps still followed slightly slower but still obviously following me. I stopped and swiveled on my left foot turning around to face this fucker. "You can't take a hint can you? I obviously told you to leave me alone, you have 30 seconds to explain to me why you are following me before I slit your throat. Starting now." His head was slightly forward to stop the nosebleed, blood dripping on the floor. "I just came to tell you your training starts tomorrow and Hunter will meet you in the gym at 9 a.m. Oh and also sorry for touching you, you have a good punch," he squeaks out spitting out blood every few words. I smirk. "And who is he?" I say irritated. "Your trainer and a future fellow assassin," he's still spitting blood. "Tell him I'll be there at 9:30 and if he wants to slit my throat for it let's play, in those exact words please," I say smirking. "yes mamn," he states simply.

I continue on to my room with no other interruptions. I open my door and flop on my bed, or I thought it was my bed. A finger pokes my cheek and I automatically jump up into a dangerous stance. The guy in front of me sits up on my bed grinning like a madman, and honestly I wouldn't have  found that too hard to believe. Slowly I start to recognize him, he's the guy that watched me take down the other guy my first day. "I'm Hunter and as much as I would love for you to be on top of me any other day preferably naked; we need to talk," he says smirking with a look in his eyes that I didn't like. "Can't we just talk about this when I met you in the gym at nine thirty?" I am very irritated that he was in my room without my permission and I was still in a very dangerous stance. "Two things wrong with that statement darling one, I wouldn't be here if it could wait and two you're meeting me at nine not nine thirty." "Excuse you, I told your messenger that I'll be there at nine thirty and if you wanted to slit my throat because of it, let's play," I'm a little nervous but I wasn't going to show him any of my weaknesses. "You wanna play darling? Let's play."