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(Suggested by theroyeltrash lets see what I can do with this!) (Btw, vi and Vince don't have purple skin, just very very pale skin and they're eyes are grey)
Have you ever had that feeling of dread? Or that feeling deep in your stomach when something is wrong?
That's exactly how I woke up feeling. It was half 6 in the morning, which was VERY early for me. But that feeling was in my stomach. I put my dressing gown on, over my naked body, and opened my door.
My eyes frantically looked around, trying to spot the slight details of change. Upstairs everything seemed normal. Downstairs.... Vincent is, surprisingly, an early riser, it was weird not to smell toast or hear the TV on. I just assumed he slept in.
My gut wasn't satisfied... I went to check on my psycho friend and I put in the code for his room. (Yes we both have codes for our rooms, it's a safety thing).
When I opened the door slightly I tried to listen for his breathing......
I waited.....
It was silence.
I immediately burst open the door and I saw his duvet on the floor. He always made his bed.... When I looked closer, I saw his knife thrown to the wall with blood on the edge, a pill packet was on the floor.
I picked it up and smelled it. Sleeping pills for sure.
I've worked with a lot of drugs I know what they smell like and no I'm not a drug dealer!
I don't understand how the person could do it... They escaped my light sleeping and ears that are good at detecting things and Vincent's strong and fast reflexes.
I ran to my room and quickly got changed to a short sleeved, black shirt and some black leggings, lightweight and flexible. I picked up my knife and phone and looked around in his room.
Of course they left a note. You know where. Best hurry. He won't be in the best condition... You know who.
I knew of course. No it's not Voldemort...
In case you didn't know, I was part of an assassination group for around 6 years. I left once I was too weak to carry on, this is when I was young. I was small but deadly, back then, I was the most feared assassin.
The shadow I was called.
Once I left them, they said I betrayed them. When your an assassin, you stay and keep it secret for your whole life. Or your meant to. If you wanted to quit, someone would kill you to ensure your silence.
And they didn't ensure my silence. So they want me dead.
Me and Vincent were unstoppable together, either double melee which was our specialty. Or I had guns while he killed with his knife still, I usually had a sniper. I keep a big collection.
