~The Kill~
~Chapter 3~
There he was, amidst it all. Eye's glowing with fire embers. Mixed in with pure gold. They sparkled in the monochromatic light the moon shone. This was followed by a rather familiar tribal mask that only revealed the eyes. Green hair, vibrant, neon, blowing in the faint whistling wind. The man regarded a 15 year old male. Long and skinny. Looking a bit weak. But despite his appearance, he was one of the most skilled fighters of them all.
Zen.
He was soft hearted, yet pitied no one. He was a strong and fierce male. A snake-demon. The fastest, smartest, and eldest member of these parts. The most known and loved male. But his speed would be taken to a test....
He had seen. He had heard. He had smelled. He had felt. Schuyler's presence was near.
The girl approached the male with no fear. Narrowing those liquid crimson eyes.
"Schuyler" He greeted with a nod. Not even turning to face her.
She was not phased. She knew his intelligence was amazing. But she was not mesmerized. She knew many wise men in her life. Her herself; was quiet a soul seer.
"Zen" She greeted with no emotion in her voice. It dripped with venom. Stung like poison.
Zen, himself was taken aback by this strange girl. His eye's widened. "W-what are you?" He stuttered through words. In awe of her strong aura. She was not human. No, not even demon. She was... A new species? She couldn't be an abigor. Abigor's weren't like this.
She smiled, "The question is~" She stepped forwards, and again. Until her lips were at his ear, "What are you?"
He pursed his lips, "I think you know" He whispered back. But his voice caught in his throat, croaking out like a boy just hitting puberty.
She smiled, "Oh I do." Her voice trailed off, no longer dripping with venom, but exploding with a seductive rasp.
"Then you know something else, right?" He smirked, he had caught on with her little game.
"Yes, I know your gay" She smiled, stepping away. "I just like to play around. I am a child." She suppressed a giggle.
She was better than he thought. Smarter. Did she already know this information from an anonymous source? Or did she read his mind? He had a barrier to block that... But maybe; maybe she was different? His eye's were wide as saucers. "Uhm.." Was all he could say.
"Cat got your tongue, Zen?" She smiled, now circling him slowly. "You realize that I wont hurt you, right?" She then stopped circling, with a complete different expression on her face. She was... Laughing? At him?
He growled, oh the nerve!
"Chill" She said softly, before flicking her wrist in a stubborn way.
"You're on pack grounds, you know that?" He finally had the strength to speak. Motioning around the drawn circle that marked the Pack's territory.
Sky smirked, "You crossed over my territory long ago; don't you remember?" She giggled, "Just a bit of payback" She took toilet paper from her back pocket. "Finished with your house... No one was home!" She laughed. Darting off into the lingering flames.
Zen growled. Lurching forwards to chase her. But then, he decided to be the better person. Staying put where he now stood. Golden eyes narrowed at the leaving girl's fading body.
The man glowered before walking back to the pack mansion.
~Rosalie's P.O.V~
White hair, like a sheet of snow on the ground, waved in the wind. The moon light made it glow as if it were a lit light. The hair dangled down to the girl's ankles. Skin, just as white as the hair. Eye's, crimson red.
Rosalie.
"Fuckin' bitch!" A girl cried out. She was covered in blood. Drenched head to toe in icy water. Tear's in her eyes.
"Shut the hell up" Rosalie held up her knife before bringing it to meet her neck, tracing a criss-cross pattern before smashing her foot down to meet with her face. Crushing her skull.
Rosalie stood, rather fond of her work. Her work of art. Murder was her game.
"Fancy meeting you here" A soft voice greeted Rosalie.
The voice? Yes, it was Schuyler's.
"Why hello..." Rosalie spun around to face the girl.
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Aight well there's Chapter 3! XD
