The Demigod Selection

Deleted Scene: Willow's Knife

This takes place before the masquerade ball happens. And this chapter is slightly violent, just warning you.

Willow's POV

The reflection smiles coyly back at me as I reapply lip gloss to my already pink lips. My dress is a silky blue, one that matches my long blonde hair marvelously. A knock sounds at my door. Silently, I open it.

Standing on the other side is a maid. I let her come in and she does so, looking very scared. She looks nervously at the ground before speaking. "I...I know w-what you're up to. And I know t-that it isn't allowed. I won't l-let you do it."

I smile innocently back at her. "Daisy, isn't it?" She bobs her head up and down quickly, her fingers quivering with fear. "Well, Daisy, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I-I know all about you and that guard," Daisy spits out. "I know that you two are having an affair behind the Prince's back. It's against the rules, and you're going to get in trouble. I'm going to tell the Prince."

"You are going to do no such thing, Daisy. You won't get the chance. How old are you? No more than fifteen, I'd say."

"I'm f-fourteen," she stutters. "Why do you care?"

"And you don't have any family here, do you?" I ask, adding sympathy to my voice. I pride myself on my acting skills. They've come in handy during the course of the Selection.

"I have no family," Daisy says, her eyes filling with tears. "They all died when I was younger."

"That's a shame," I say, this time keeping my voice empty of emotion. "Yet it works with my plans. Yes, it works quite well."

"What?" she asks, her eyes growing wider as I shove her into my bathroom. Thankfully, the rooms near me are vacate since eliminated girls once lived in them.

I pull open the drawer to my vanity, digging through the contents. I locate it under my handheld mirror. With a smile, I take it out and turn it around in my hands. Daisy sees it and she goes completely pale.

"No family to miss you," I whisper with a grin. "You told no one where you were going. And no one is around to hear you scream."

Her brown eyes are wide with terror, fear of me. I lock the bathroom door shut behind me before facing the young girl. Only fourteen years old. But I was much younger when my father murdered my sister right in front of me.

I take the knife and plunge it into her stomach. Her skin is soft there. She hardly has time to scream before I take it out and cut two lines underneath her eyes. Daisy makes a garbled noise that I ignore. I use the knife one last time and sink it into her small and growing heart.

Daisy falls. She's dead before she hits the ground.

I wash the knife in my sink, cleaning it of her blood. I'll have someone remove her body from my bathroom. After all, I don't want to see her every time I take a shower. That would be creepy, and heaven knows that I'm not creepy.

I check to make sure that my dress is clear of blood. Once I deem it clean, I leave both the bathroom and my room.

The halls are mostly empty as I stroll down them, my dress billowing out behind me like a cape. It only takes a few minutes to reach the room. Our room.

"Hello?" he whispers. "Who is it?"

I giggle a fake giggle. "It's Willow, silly. Who else would it be?"

He sighs in relief. "You gave me a heart attack, Willow! I thought that it would be the Prince or someone like that."

"Why would the Prince come to the drawing room? I hear that they only use it to Select who will be in the Selection."

"I don't know. Meeting in places like this make me jumpy."

"Are you saying that I'm not worth it?" I pout.

"No, no, of course not. You're always worth it to me, Willow."

I smile to myself in the darkness. Boys are always the easiest to fool. Just smile and bat your eyes and they're under your control.

"Why were you so late?" he asks, standing very close to me.

I shrug nonchalantly. "Someone knew about us. But don't worry about them telling. I doubt that she'll be saying anything for a very long time."

I can't help myself. I laugh out loud at her stupidity in confronting me. As if I, Willow Livingston, could be fooled by a mere girl? I'm not scared of anyone, lest of all her.

"What did you do to her?" he asks, his voice sounding horrified.

"Don't worry, Michael, it was nothing life threatening," I say honestly. How could it be life threatening when she has no life anymore? "I just scared her a bit was all, so that we could be safe. Together."

Michael releases a heavy sigh. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Willow. I'm not sure if I want to do this anymore. All this sneaking around is making me paranoid. If anyone finds out, we'll both be dead."

I drop my giggling school girl act at once. I flip the light switch on and face Michael. "You're not sure if you want to do this anymore? Oh Michael, you act as if you have a choice."

Michael narrows his eyes at me. "What do you mean by that? Of course I have a choice!"

I pull my knife out from under my dress. When he sees it, his eyes widen. It reminds me so much of what happened with Daisy that I want to smile. But it would ruin my angry exterior.

"No, you don't. The only reason you're still alive is because I've let you live! This entire 'romance' between us is nothing more than an act. I've played my part rather well, don't you agree? To think that you thought you could break things off with me," I scoff. "Especially since there's nothing whatsoever between us."

"But..." he trails off, eyeing my knife. "But you said you loved me!"

I chuckle darkly. "Oh Michael, how incredibly naive you are to think that I meant that. No, I kept you alive so that I would hear you speak of everywhere the Prince is most likely to go. Now that I know, you're no longer any use to me."

"Y-you're going to kill me?" he stutters, sounding very much like Daisy.

"Yes, yes I think that I will. Unless you object?"

Quick as a viper, I throw my knife at him. It hits him right in the heart. He chokes and falls to the ground. I stalk towards him, picking up my weapon in the process.

"I heard no sounds of objections," I say lightly, cleaning off the blood with his shirt. "None at all. Goodbye, Michael."

I leave him in the drawing room, a present for whoever goes in there next. A present to warn everyone not to cross paths with Willow Livingston.