The Key to X | Editing - but on hold

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I tugged on a silver chain on my neck, with a small box-like-container in the shape of a lock. I sighed, knowing that I had to find the key in order to find what my mother left for me. She had abilities, like my father, and I but did not use them, as he says. She foresaw her death, giving my father the chain to give to me when I was old enough to wear it. My goal was to find the key to finding what was inside. I've always wondered if it was my soul, the real soul. The one that felt emotions, empathy and that actually cared. I've killed hundreds ruthlessly, with no regrets and only with joy. It was night again, the only time I dared to come out with my hood on. I ran a hand through my messy black hair, my eyes glinting with the moonlight. My hands were shaking- I haven't killed in days. I took a sharp breath, running across the roof at a quick pace and speed. Just as I reached the ledge, I jumped. The air around me blew against my cloak and hit my face, almost as if I was falling, falling directly towards the ground. I reached out and tugged on the flagpole, sliding down and left the school premises. I was out of the campus now, free, and out for blood. I took a sniff at the night air, before spotting a figure.

The boy I saw had a buff medium height, curly black hair, emerald green eyes, and pale skin. Only one person came to mind in that description, Marco. My vision never failed me, as I made my way over to him. The air was tense, almost as if a knife was plunged into it. I caught a gleam of light, only for a second, but knew something was not right. I followed my instincts, jumping in front of Marco, a silver knife being thrown at my chest. I hissed in pain, throwing my bronze dagger where the dagger came from. I heard a grunt, my eyes flashing approvingly. I stood up, yanking the dagger out of my stomach. I then threw my silver dagger at the figure in the darkness, hitting it dead center in the chest. I checked my wound, making no sounds of pain. My eyes flashed murderously, taking the triplet of my blades and created a neck wound. The figure was still breathing, his breath coming up in short breaths.

"Tell me why you went to attack Marco Polo II?" I spoke angrily, my thin accent thickening. Marco was behind me, his eyes wide and hid in the shadows. "You are safe, Marco. I have taken the blade for you." I turned my head back to the figure, which was gasping out air. "Octavius Herald, it's been years that I have seen you. You have yet to remember that there are four princes out there. You do not spend your time trying and failing to assassin the Southern prince!" Octavius gave me a glare, before gasping for air, struggling. "Tell Rasputin I said hello, Ashton will be joining you soon. You will not be alone."

"Ashton will not die, he will murder you after you killed his sister, Lilith. You will see him tomorrow." I laughed, before bending down to slit his throat. He gasped out one last breath and spoke his last words.

"You will die, X." He then lay still. I turned around towards Marco, who looks quite frightened. He took a few steps back before running away. I sighed, mentally slapping myself. Marco was invincible by skin; there was no way he would be harmed. However, I, on the other hand, am not invincible. I had to protect him as if I did not know his ability.

My history teacher, Professor Callows had forgotten to mention the other royal families in her recent lesson. There was a total of four royal families, their territories distinguished by the four directions on a compass. The Northern kingdom was most recognized, due to its technological advances and vast size. The other kingdoms did not mention in this lesson. There were also the four princes: Luis, Marco, Fallon, and Ashton. Four royal princes and heirs to their designated thrones. Luis and Marco went to this school, while Fallon and Ashton did not. I hated Ashton from the bottom of my soulless heart. He was the wickedest boy out there; he ordered people from the West, his kingdom, to kill the other boys so that he would get the throne of all and rule. Either Marco or Luis being attacked today, and Fallon would be tomorrow. Fallon was always my favorite amongst the royals, he was kind like all, but did not whine about things like other children. When I slaughtered countless of people that he knew, he mourned with his town, but did not let it change himself; however, young Luis changed. He was kinder when he was younger, but now, he constantly watched what he would do. From what I know, Ashton and Fallon would be coming tomorrow to visit the Academy. I'd best be watching the young princes tomorrow during the welcome feast. I sighed, pulling my knives out of the body and wiped them clean, before taking Octavius's dagger with me to examine.

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This is weird. Well... now that Marco might know how to distinguish X from the others, what do you think is going to happen?

-Charlie