*Kali's POV*
Fuck Jacob. Fuck him. Kelsey called me and told me. She started talking about me and how I should leave the house except for school or something like that shit, but fuck her too. I'm leaving. I'm taking a walk to the store. Maybe I'll buy something there to cool me down.
I grab my keys for the front door and walk out, turning around to lock the door. Literally all I'm wearing are my black jeans, black converse, and black hoodie. Honestly, if they do find me, in not joining that gang ever again. If you didn't get what they asked for, they would beat you. I remember that one day Abby got beat. She was crying. Then I obviously stepped in and beat those two men. Abby never knew, but I had classes from them. After school, during lunch, and at night. They did something to me. They taught me to basically be their assassin. I liked it, until that one time I failed. They beat Abby for me losing. I got angry of course, and I beat the two men that beat her. Eventually I got in trouble, and I got beat. Like fuck, not that I remember it, it's torture. They made me kill people, and I did it. I killed many people. I was...was turned. They taught me to fight, to kill, to steal. They turned me into a sweet little girl, to some person everyone fears. I guess it's cool being feared, that means people don't bother me as much. I've been beaten so many times for failing. I eventually left because Me and Abby were sick of them. Then they found us and forced us back in or else they'd kill us, so obviously we went back in. Eventually they trusted me, and showed me how to do everything that killers do. I taught myself to hide all of their tracks so they won't be traced. They were so close to getting caught, but no, I was sent to kill some cop and erase every track and lead the cops had on us. So I did it. All of those people I killed. I'm still traumatized for doing that. When Abby died, I was sick of myself. I had killed all of those people, ending their life, leaving their family with grief. Then I lose Abby after that.
Karma is no bitch.
Karma took Abby away because of who I killed. Eventually, I became the boss for them, before I quit obviously, but all those innocent lives I killed. I kept all that to myself.
I will never go back to them, I will never kill another person, unless it's on of those motherfuckers. I still spare member all the faces of the people I killed. I remember how many mothers, fathers, grandparents I killed. For no fucking reason. I was their cleanup person. They made a mess, and I cleaned it up. I don't even know how I live with myself. Now that I can't fight, I might want to go back into that gang, to have control. I know I said I never want to go back, but half of me does. I'll clean all the tracks, and won't kill anyone.me and Abby were being brainwashed one time I remember. We just started at each other and both were saying that none of what they tell us is true. Me and Abby just ignored all of those things they were telling us. My job there was to do everything, like I said I was a boss there. I'd brain was people and recruit them. I'd beat people up for not passing their missions. I've killed many people, but there was that one thing I never did. Drugs.
I clear my mind from what I'm thinking and just continue walking to the store. I take a short cut and walk through an alley.
"Holy shit look who it is." I hear a familiar deep voice say. "We've been looking for you, Kali. It's been 4 years. Nobody's ever hid from us that long." That same voice says. I stop in my tracks.
"Connor. What do you want?" I ask, clenching my fists and jaw.
"Kali, Kali, Kali. You know what we want. Don't play dumb." He tries to be intimidating. He texts something on his phone and throws it on the ground, crushing it later.
"I'm not going back, Connor. I'm not a killer anymore." I say out loud.
"Kali, or I should say, Ivy? You're so lucky I didn't tell Gary that you're Ivy. You have no choice, and you are the same killer you were years ago." He says walking up to me.
"No Connor, I don't care if you told him that I was Ivy." I walk closer. I can see the fear in his eyes. He has never killed in his life, was never taught the best things, he was taught by me, and if course I didn't teach him my skills.
Connor walks closer and tries punching me but I dodge him.
"Oh Connor, you don't know what you got yourself into." I say with that same voice that sounds like I'm trying to kill him.
I punch him, but he dodges. So he was taught, but not by the best. He throws punches to my face and hits me. I can feel my nose start to trickle blood. I throw my right arm as hard as I can and aim it at his stomach. He falls to the ground trying to breathe. I grab him by the collar and punch him in his face to knock him out. Eventually after a few punches, he is unconscious.
"Kali." Some deeper voice snarls.
"David." That same voice says. I turn around and stare him in the eye.
He runs to me and tries to fight me too. I dodge his first punch.
"Kali." Another stupid, but familiar voice snarls.
As I am punching David, I reply, " Dylan." I know Dylan is behind my, 2 against 1, I reach in the pocket of my hoodie with my left while dodging David with my right arm. I grab my knife, open it, turn around and cut Dylan on his cheek, right below his eye. As fast as I can, knowing I can't see what David is doing, I just suck thinking he is trying to hit my face from the side. Everything is happening so fast. I stab David in the stomach, away from his internal organs to not kill him. I turn around and see Dylan with a knife, I grab the hand that is holding the knife and hold on to it while cornering myself and holding my knife out to David who is still standing.
"Let me be. Let me go, or you will regret it." I warn them.
"You know we can't do that." Dylan says.
Without warning, Dylan pulls his hand back as hard as he can. Fuck, I messed up. I am in the same position before, except this time, David is behind me, and he is the one I have to worry about. I turn around, holding my knife out, noticing I slit David's stomach, not to bad, but enough to make him bleed. I kick him in the stomach and turn back to Dylan, before I can turn around fully, I take a hit making my mouth start trickling blood. I let go of his hand, and puck him in the face right in the nose. My face is all warm. I eventually notice there's another guy there.
"How many guys did you fucking call?" I say in a deathly tone.
"Just 5." Dylan replies like if nothing's happening.
I turn to the man and punch him, and before I know it, Dylan, or whoever else if behind me, hosts me on my heard with something hard. As I am now bleeding from the top of my head. Then again, they hit me in the back of my head, making my blood rush noon my neck.
I turn around and see Dylan who now regrets what he has done. The guy I just beat up, is unconscious from all the punches I threw him.
So now it's only Dylan and me. I grab Dylan by the throat and start squeezing it. I see him fighting for air, trying to grasp my hand that's around his throat.
He eventually closes his eye and goes limp.
Before I know it, I hear a lout shot.
Pain, is all I feel, I look down to my stomach, and feel it. Feeling a wet spot. I look at my hand and see blood.was I just shot?
Another shot booms throughout the air and all I feel is numbness, pain, and so many other pains.
And again, another shot, this time, hitting my lungs. I fall to my knees, not able to breathe right, I turn around as fast as I can.
There is see Gary, the boss.
After that, I pass out.
