An Assassin's Heart

Chapter • 15

The masked woman looked down at Alice, laughter gone. She was as still as stone, and then, suddenly, six of the men in white and three of the men in black disappeared in clouds of smoke, leaving nine with their master.

"I'd like to see how well you'll all end up, especially with your top two fighters out of commission." The masked woman, who Alice had claimed was Elle, spat viciously. As if on cue, the remaining nine men all swung their swords, splattering the blood that was on them off and away.

"She... She's killing people... She's gonna..." Alice began hyperventilating as she tried over and over to get up, to simply stand up. She fell over and over again, barely managing to breathe. Leo crawled over and placed a hand on her back, whispering to her, when the woman began laughing again. Her wicked cackle made Alice jump, then wince.

"Lets play." The woman screamed as the masked men began attacking those closest to them. Luckily, Alice, Leo, Doll, and Psy were in the farthest corner from them.

Although they were all suddenly being attacked, they were still assassins. They were fighters to their very core, somehow managing to fight back. While the demonic men were busy, Alice decided to take advantage of their time.

"Leo. I need you to run to the kitchen and get me something sharp." Alice hissed, wiping her tears away violently. Leo looked at her as if she had grown two heads, unmoving.

"Aren't you, like, dying?? Is it wise to be fighting??" He rasped incredulously.

"I'm slowly gaining immunity to it, since I've been exposed to it. While you do that I'll get this shit out of Doll, so fucking go." Alice muttered, crawling towards their injured friend. Leo jumped to his feet and ran towards the mess halls kitchen.

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Alice placed a hand over Doll's eyes, closing them, before kindly asking Psy to look away. Alice wasn't entirely sure if this was going to work.

"Don't look until I say so." She mumbled, grabbing one of Doll's delicate hands. She could feel her own anger and sadness echoing through her, but she didn't actually feel the emotions.

She just felt empty.

Her skin grew cold as she cut Doll's palm. Blood oozed from her wound and Alice placed the pad of her finger on the cut, and, slowly, the blood began only spilling if it contained poison, flowing through the air around Alice, orbiting around her, as the poison slipped from Doll to Alice in little black orbs that escaped Doll's blood. The small bits if poison landed on Alice's pale skin, before burning its way inside of her. It left large, angry welts behind as it disappeared in Alice.

The blood circling around her slowly returned to Doll, and then the small cut on her palm closed itself. Doll went limp in Psy's arms, panting.

"You can look now..." Alice sighed, standing slowly. She reached for the chair she had been sitting in only moments before. Her hands were glowing with red heat as her skin met with one of the metal legs. She ripped two of the legs off, leaving the broken, melting chair as she turned towards the chaos at the other side of the room.

"... Miss Alice?" Psy whispered her name carefully, as if that alone could make the small girl snap.

"She's not Alice right now. She's Mad." Doll wheezed, grimacing.

Alice gripped the metal bars tightly, looking down at her feet. She felt completely and utterly terrified, yet a rage unbeknownst to her slowly began making itself aware.

"I'm...." She began. "I need to-"

"Warm..." One of the masked men in black cut her off, now standing mere feet away. Alice looked up, and the mask shifted into a smile. Her golden eyes glinted in the dark room, and her hands emitted a soft glow similar to a flame's. She stood out, and that made the creature approach her. The creature's skin seemed to crawl, making its clothes shift as well. He smelled of metal and death.