Keys // Nicolas Brown

Act. 1 The Keys That Swing From Her Neck

Y/N's POV

"You're kidding me?"

I turned around to face the man again, my grip tight on my dagger that was tucked in, hidden from view.

"You heard me," I called out, my chain swinging as I turned. "Even I don't know," I shrugged, my hands in my pockets, a dagger clenched into my fist as the man came closer.

"What do you mean, you don't know? How can you not know what you are?" He took a step forward to examine the chain I wore and what hung in it, his hands behind his back.

"I was born with them, my parents were tags, pure twilights," I explained, knowing that he wouldn't live for long.

Like heck I would tell someone about my past and let them live to tell the tale.

"So you were born into a family who wore tags, but you wear keys?"

"Precisely," I grinned, seeing the tip of his gun from behind his back move slightly.

"So what does that make you?"

"Your death," I smirked, rushing forward and as I moved to the side, I let the dagger slice through his neck.

I watched with a smirk as his head rolled off and fell onto the floor, blood starting to pool.

"Ah," I hissed, smacking my head. "Now I have to do clean up as well," I grunted.

Sighing, I stepped back to the man's body and pulled him to the side of the alley. Walking back, I picked his head up and chuckled at the frightened look in his eyes.

"They're all the same," I spoke, kicking his head so that it landed over his body, his eyes still wide open with fear. "And they never change," shaking my head, I threw my dagger into the wall right beside his bleeding neck, leaving my mark.

Taking a step away from the dead man, the same dagger was thrown back aimed at my neck as I caught the blade between my fingers.

Grinning, I spun around.

"Your aim and speed had gotten so much better than before," I praised.

"Yeah, because you've been training me," he grunted, an angry look passing through his eyes in a second as I mentally winced. "AND HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOUR MORON SELF TO NOT LEAVE SOMETHING BEHIND THAT CAN BE TRACED TO YOU?!?" He shouted as he walked towards me.

"They've already tracked me several times," I huffed, crossing my arms as he stood before me.

"It's always because of your keys," he sighed, his hand moving to my chest as he lifted the two keys that hung from my chain.

Running his finger over them, he let them drop with a clink.

"What can I say? I was born into trouble," I grinned.

"And brought those troubles onto me," he flicked my forehead.

"Oh, come on," I smirked. "Don't act like you don't enjoy it," I spoke, leaning into his side.

"Yeah, yeah," he smacked me away as he stepped forward. "Let's just go, mom, and try not to kill anyone else while we are on our way," he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Aww, but Doug," I slung my arm around his shoulder as he trudged forward with me. "I'm a key, so no promises," I smiled.

All I got in response was a smack to my arm.

With my arms behind my head, I followed him out, my eyes straying to the tags that swayed with his chest. Tearing my eyes away, I let a breath out.