Blackbird

Chapter 1

I stared into those pale green eyes, and stared. God take me, this was not good.

I looked her up and down. Slim, pale skin and blood red hair many girls would fight her for. Except you wouldn't fight her.
Because she would win.

She would have been perfect. Except I knew who she was.

Ilva, under the code name of 'BlackBird', had killed over 5000 people. She is mental. I would know. My half sister was killed by her.

Finding a soulmate is the strangest experience. A slow warmth seeps through your body, expiring any trace of doubt from your body. My brain wasn't giving up though. It was chaos. My brain was screaming at me to run, but I was stuck.

I hadn't expected her to kill me as you physically can't, after you heart realises that this is your soulmate, but she could do serious damage to me all the same. I was wondering whether breaking your soulmate's neck was legal when she cocked her head and said matter of factly in her silvery voice, "Well, I'd expected you to be bigger."

I couldn't believe my ears. Of all things! I forced my voice to be steady as I said (with some sarcasm) "Well, I'm very sorry I didn't meet your standards."

She laughed and smiled, showing her gleaming white teeth, "I think we're going to get along, Emilya Scarnsoar."

I don't ask how she knows my name. She was probably expecting me to ask. I didn't want to play her game.

I shrugged my shoulders and held out my hand, "Nice to meet you too Ilva." If she was surprised that I knew her real name too, she didn't show it.She didn't take my hand but instead took out a dagger to clean out underneath her fingernails. I tried not to recoil at the weapon. She noticed though, and smirked. I would have punched her if she was anyone else than Ilva Vasewood.

*
15 minutes later and we were at the local tavern, Ilva in the corner, fighting 5 men at once, and naturally beating them all without even trying. I was in the corner trying not to be noticed by anyone. I decided to pay more attention to Ilva. She was my soulmate after all, even though I thought she would be more special. I tried not to think too much about how she could kill me now if I had my back turned and thought about all the good qualities she had about her.

Ilva moved faster than sound, one hand full of deadly weapons, the other downing a drink. The moves she made were as silent and as deadly as an asp. The table near her was piled with drink, not one of them having been paid by herself. She was drunk. She was drunk and could still perform to this standered. Still, if she was drunk, she wouldn't notice if I just... I started to sidle out of the room.

Of course she noticed. She noticed everything.

"Boys!" She said, her voice full of steel, addressing the plum faced men around her, "I would like you to meet my soulmate!" I froze.

She must have pointed at me because as I slowly pivoted to face them, everyone, they were all looking at me, non-plussed. I wanted to tell a man near me that his beer tankard had tipped and was dripping down him, bit I didn't dare.

There was one split second of silence and, as if to acknowledge them, I nodded my head and walked calmly out of the room.

As soon as I was out of their sight, they started laughing. Not just a chortle and then back to their beers, but full on roaring. As I peeked round the door again, I could see a smaller man than me impersonating me. I wanted to shove his fat face into the beer tank, gut him and use his intestines as a washing line.

"All right gentlemen, that's enough!" Ilva shouted over the sounds over snorting men. The pigs! When they didn't back off like they should have done, I heard a sickening crunch and with that the shouts of laughter turns into the shouts of a full on fight. Outside I hung my head in shame, my face almost as red as Ilva's hair. She was fighting for me. Eventually, Ilva steeped out into the night.

"They were so wrapped up in fighting each other, they didn't even notice me leave, the idiots." She looked at me with little care in her eyes and I realise that she wasn't really fighting for me, she was fighting for her reputation.
"Yeah," I say with disappointment, "Thanks."
"Let's leave them to it shall we?" She says, "Unless you'd rather stay?"

I followed Ilva into the darkness until I couldn't see any more.