Consequences of Assassins ((Killua x OC))

Chapter Nineteen

~Ayano's POV~

I screamed and screammed. I need her to leave. I need her to go. "LEAVE ME ALONE, AYANO!" She screamed at me. "No. No! You leave me alone..." I didn't even bother to try and scream. Hot tears were streaming down my face and flowed smoothly my eyes and let go of my skin once it reach my chin. The tears were salty, some reaching my mouth and finding its way inside.

"Ayano..." Killua slowly walked towards me. I was laying on the floor, taking deep breaths to calm down, but none of it was working she was still fighting. He bent down and reached out to touch me. "Ayano, are you okay--"

"Stop!" I said, choking back on my tears, large lump in my throat and the difficulty to breathe. "Don't touch me; she'll hurt you."

"Who's 'she'?" he asked in a concerned manner. 

"Get Wing-san." I pleaded. "She's already taken me."

"Who? Ayano who're you talking about?" 

"The Floral Angel."

~Killua's POV~

I burst out of the room and nearly tripped, which was a strange thing for me do. "Gon!" I called. "GON!" I tried to run down the halls, but I was stopped by something--someone.

"Where're you going, Killua?" Ayano. It was her. It was Ayano. Was. This isn't Ayano. And Gon and I were wrong. Ayano isn't the Floral Angel. The Floral Angel wanted to be her. "We weren't finished talking."

"I don't want to fight you." I told it. 

Her eyes were glowing. A bright and deep, dark purple. Carelessly spilling out bloodlust, carelessly leaking like it doesn't matter if anyone else was around.  Her slender fingers were wrapped around the handle of the kitchen knife. I noticed that a thick red-brown liquid has recently ribboned down her arms. Like she was trying to cut herself. There were smudged red hand prints all over her blood-stained white dress. But her neck. Her neck was covered the most as if she was trying to choke herself to death. Dried blood has already stained and dirtied her hair and the look on her face reminded me of someone. Someone. Something. Something. A split personality maybe? Is she like Alluka? 

"That'll make it so much easier." It said, but her voice--it wasn't Ayano's. Maybe some part of it was, but the voice sounded different. Similar, but different. Distorted; twisted; contorted. Unrecognizable, even. 

It's using Ayano's body. I told myself. It raised her arm in the air, holding the knife so tightly that you can visibly see splinters piercing into her soft skin. With one quick motion, she swung he arm hard at me head, but I blocked it just in time with my arm. The knife had come in contact with my forearm, forming a deep cut in my skin. Blood started to heavily flow out of the wound. I can handle the pain with ease, but at this rate, I might lose consciousness from blood loss. 

I clutch desperately onto my arm as that thing raises Ayano's arm and extends it towards me, pointing the blade to my stomach. Even though holding my arm stopped the blood a little bit, it wasn't enough to keep it from flowing out of me. My blood covered my arms and hands completely in a deep red and it doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon. She retracts her arm back and quickly dives in to stab my stomach, but I managed to dodge. She recovered so fast that I didn't even have time to think. I brought my hand up to the nape of her neck and chopped it so hard, that it could've broken her neck.

She falls to the ground. Did she lose consciousness? I heard her distorted voice twist and laugh. She continued to laugh. Louder and louder each time. She slowly got up and lazily got to her feet and turned around so that her arms sway at her every move. Her eyes were even more horrifying now. The glowing deep, dark purple had now turned black. There were no whites whatsoever and it seemed like Ayano's gone completely.

"Ayano..." I said as I tried to breathe. There was a large lump in my throat that never left. It hurt when I tried to swallow it down. Cold sweat started dripping down my face and her bloodlust has spread throughout the entire hall. Her aura was so powerful and her smile was wicked. Tears started to well up in my eyes, but I refused to let them slip down. I stared at her. She was stumbling her way towards me and fell at my feet. She slowly got up and stood there. "One's trying to kill of their mind, while the other one isn't even trying to find a way out." I laughed. It was a laugh without humour; dry.

She raised her arm up with the knife and I noticed that it was burning with a bright orange flame powered by her nen. I began to see black dots and spots and my vision started to blur. I looked down at my arm and remembered that I hadn't been saving the blood since I chopped her. I smirked at my own stupidity. I began to lose consciousness and fell to my knees. 

"Killua..." I heard it. It's her voice. I quickly looked up and tried to make out her face through my blurry vision. Her eyes--had a hint of green. "save... me..." 

I tried to do as told. But when I stood up, an overwhelming dizziness overcame me and knocked me down. I've lost too much blood. No. I can't quit. I took another deep breath and tried to get up.

"Don't bother," What? Who was that? I looked around and saw the figure of a tall man. The backlight was too bright, so I couldn't see his face too clearly, but he held out a card that was visible enough for me to see. Queen of Hearts. "Don't worry too much. I'll just knock her out. She's even more intriguing than I initially thought."

He said something else, but I couldn't hear. There was a sudden loud ringing in my ears as I slipped away from the light.