Rules of Revenge (iKON/B.I Fanfic)

RULE 2

And here is the next part because I had this really big burst of inspiration late last night. :) 

So... YAY!! 

This part is dedicated to BangtansBabyGirl as a HUGE thank you for supporting the first book Levels of Love. :) xo

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The old apartment block I'm going to be stationed on for the attack is only a few blocks away from the diner and we make it in a matter of minutes.

"Let's do this", Meli cheers, pulling me into a hug as we reach the bottom of the fire escape. "Boy are we going to party tonight! What do you say to spending a few more days here on Earth? Living it up a little?"

I shrug and my stomach continues its anxious twisting.

"You don't have to worry", Meli says and tucks one of my stray curls behind my ear. She knows me too well to believe that I'm a hundred percent ready to kill another living being. Even before I realised myself how nervous I was about this, she knew. She always knows.

"It'll go smoothly and you're out of reach if something does happen. Plus, your one of the most powerful beings in existence. Remember? Remember that?" She pokes at my side annoyingly.

I wiggle out of her reach and exhale heavily, "Yeah. I know. I'm fine. I think... I think it's just because it's so important. There's a lot of pressure not to miss."

Meli snorts dramatically, "Miss, you say? What is that even? When have either of us missed?"

I can't help but smile at how much of a drama queen she is.

"Okay. Fine. I'm convinced. Let's get to our spots before we miss our chance."

"YES MA'AM!" Meli shrieks and salutes before pulling me into another tight hug. "I love you", she whispers against my ear, warm breath tickling my skin and making me feel a little queasy. "Just shoot, okay?" She pulls back and grins at me again for hurrying off before I can reply to either of her comments.

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Just shoot, the command echoes in my mind on a constant loop as I climb the rickety fire escape. Just shoot, just shoot, just shoot. Jakob and Meli's voices start to meld together and for a second my vision dips. I stop climbing and take a moment to drag in a deep breath and calm myself. This is happening. Kill the Daemon and finally get to live my dream. This is my meaning and I will make my parents proud. A hard resolve settles over me and all of my senses seem to heighten. I can see the feathers ruffle in the wings of the birds soaring high above, smell the hundreds of people sweating as they bustle along the hot pavement below, hear someone ordering the biggest Chinese takeaway feast I've ever heard of a few buildings back, feel the individual dust and dirt particles as they brush against my skin carried by the strong breeze. I can also sense Daemon and a lot of them. Maybe a swarm of six or seven? I frown slightly and continue to climb, they usually don't move in such large packs. Then again, this is their prince. Maybe they're smart enough to realise he's under threat? A quiet laugh escapes my lips as soon as I have the thought, Daemon aren't smart enough to do anything other than kill and breed. 'A larger form of vermin', my tutor use to say at least three times in every Daemon: Understanding the Mind of the Monster class. She'd always follow up with, "But not even the rats can tolerate their stupidity." Guaranteed, Meli would laugh and her laugh would make me laugh and the tutor would nod proudly, fighting back her own laugh, before moving onto the next topic point. 

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"Not even the rats can tolerate their stupidity", I whisper finally pulling myself up onto the roof top and crossing to the edge of the building I know faces over the busy sidewalk. I gaze down at the churning crowd below, trained eyes searching keenly for the one face I know is there.

The face of the Daemon I will kill.

I've never seen what it looks like in human form, nobody has lived to tell the story. But I'll know when I see it. When I hear its motionless heart. Smell its rotting blood. Hear the evilness which clicks and murmurs off its skin.

I know a monster when I see one.

A flash of ice blue dances out of the corner of my left eye and I turn quickly, crouching down behind the small ledge and drawing my gun all in one fluid movement. The gun is a special Fae weapon from the Royal Armory and enchanted with a spell so strong that no matter what part of the Daemon's body I hit it will die. I've been working on this weapon since I was a child. All it needs is my magic and the Daemon Prince is gone. I'll probably have to take out the rest of his pack as well, I can't risk them getting hold of my scent or worse, turning on the crowd and slaughtering innocent civilians. It wouldn't be the first time something like that would have happened. I contemplate all of this and return my attention back to the Daemon in under a second. It walks through the crowd below with an easy, almost arrogant, stride, beanie pulled low over its forehead. But not low enough to hide its piercing, cold eyes. I don't know why but my breathing suddenly hitches and a painful lump forms in my throat. This is my one job. My destiny. The reason I was born. Am I losing my nerve or is it something else? I've never been so unfocused before today. Or unsure of my own ability. I am the Fae Princess. But why is the sharp angle of its chin so familiar? The shirt poking out from under its jacket has a torn edge, reminding me of something... I bite down on my bottom lip savagely and steady my gun. This is it. I'm about to save the world.

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