My Assassin (Killua X Reader) [COMPLETED]

Eleven

Normal P.O.V.

Baylon and Peter are outside, it's raining, their already sweaty clothes damp as the older brother ducks, sliding one leg from under him as it collides with his opponent's ankle, causing Baylon to collapse.

He curses, Peter offering a triumph smirk and an outstretched hand. The sniper takes it with a glare. "Guess you win."

"Of course." The male with messy, dark hair shrugs off his shirt, landing it on top of his shoulder and striding back toward their hut. "I have to leave now." He calls out.

Baylon follows behind. "Do you remember the plan? Because we've been laying low for too long and if you mess this up-"

"I know what I'm doing, little brother." Peter leans in, his snake-like eyes gleaming. He's been free for almost a month now and every step feels like he's flying, light at the touch. He's no longer chained, no longer oblidged to follow other's orders and rotten.

Sprinting to his motorcycle, he kicks the engine, nodding to his sibling one last time before the vehicle roars to life, moving at Peter's will. I heard the hunter's exam this year would be. . . interesting. The eighteen year old thinks to himself, supressing a smile. It has already started. On that plane.

Y/N's P.O.V.

It all started so fast, right from underneath us. My head was spinning, my gaze unfocused as it became more difficult to breath with each passing minute. Passengers all around me were
banging their heads to the ground, taken over by this sickening attack. Some had fresh velvet blood spilling out of their mouths.

The girl next to me who had a sharp, edged jawline and straight nose forced herself to get up. Her light pink pixie cut made her stand out as I followed her lead, doing the same.

Gravity seemed to pull me to the ground and all I could think about was how this plane was still in motion, meaning we weren't going to crash. Everything was fine except for the people boarding. No officials had any problems breathing, none of them were on the ground, unmoving. They simply stared down at us like we were trash, not helping. Was this a planned murder?

"Get up!" I hear against the ringing in my ears, the voice is urgent, panicked. My eyes meet with my seatmate's lake blue ones who takes my arm over her shoulder and lunges me up.

My legs are shaking and I order them to stop, allowing this stranger to reel me to the front of the airplane. "What is this?!" She glares at a flight attendent standing closest with a solemn expressiom splattering her features. She doesn't move, doesn't even glance at us.

"Let's go, she won't say anything- I can move, thank you." I told her, tangling her arm in mine to support each other.

Even in these circumstances, she manages a halfhearted smile. "Thank me when we're out of here, alive. Look," she inclines her head, gesturing towards others like us, fighting to stay alive in the center, scanning the remotes and controls. "There must be a way out, even if this is a plane."

My mind searches for an unattainable explanation. "Who's flying this thing?"

Someone from the group, a boy with red hair and pointed nose answers, "It's auto generated."

Another yells, "Guys, I found parachutes!" With that, we all attack him like hyenas would in packs to their prey. In my line sight, there only seem to be. . . eleven parachutes. All of them already taken.

I don't have one.

Next to me, Pinky grins at me, an extra pack in hand. "Do you think one of these can hold two people?" Her tone leaks mischievousness as she wraps the strings around herself. This isn't happening. Is it real? It's crazy!

I awkwardly position myself on top of her, legs wrapped around her hips, arms around her neck securely. My heart racing a million times than what it usually does. I focus on the counts, slowing my breath. The door outside slams open with the first to jump out being the boy to find the parachutes, making a peace sighn with his fingers before bouncing off and then dissapearing.

I gasp.

All other nine passengers proceed, progressing until it's our turn, my blood boiling, I gulp, feeling the air being sucked right out of my lungs. Pinky jumped.

"Woooooaahhhhhaaa!!!" She screams, I hold my breathe, shutting my eyes closed. "Open your eyes!" She says, hands over her head, clearly enjoying every second of this nightmare.

"I'm afraid of hights!" I admit. "You don't want me to throw up on you, do you?"

A laugh echoes in her throat. "No, not that it's preferable." I can't tell when, but she releases the pin and we're suddenly falling at a slower pace, a bridle web working against the mass wind. I flush.

"It holds!"

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Einstein."

The landing is anything but perfect as we trip, Pinky catching her step. I'm not so graceful, falling on my face. I search around for any familiar faces, catching a few. All twelve of us are here, survivors.

For the first time, I notice three adults professionally standing above us, their mouths stright lines, eyes anything but inviting. A lady with a skirt too short and high heels, wearing glasses that reflect the sun's says is in the middle, arms folded. "Welcome to the hunter's exam, kidos." Her thin lips curve at the ends. "You have officially passed the beginner's test. Congratulations, everybody."

My mouth drops.

This was all for a show? In front of me, I see Pinky clench her jaw and yell through gritted teeth, "You killed the majority of the passengers inside that plane for this? Some of them didn't even want to audition for a spot! You killed innocent people for your own sick plan?!"

The survivors drop their chins, staring at the ground in shame. Only eleven parachutes. I was lucky enough to be here right now. But still, this was wrong, she was right. A tall man to the right steps foward, ignoring Pinky and making his way toward me in a couple strides until he is directly facing me. I feel small in his presence as his cold eyes pierce mine. "You weren't supposed to live."

My body runs cold, all the blood draining from me as I cautiously back away, furrowing my eyes as a warning not to come any further. His hand catches my throat, lifting my feet off the ground. I hear several gasps in surprise and feel wide eyes looking at me in this helpless state.

"Hey man, let her go!" Pinky strikes in our direction but pauses at the sight of everyone else. The same thing will happen to her if she tries to do anything. We're in it for ourselves and no one else.

I struggle, my lungs already giving out. "Let go!"

He releases me just as fast as he caught me, throwing me in the air a few feet away like a rag doll. My body lands against the rocky ground and I quickly get up, refusing to allow anyone to see through the steel mirror in my eyes. Hair a mess and clothes covered in dirt, I now stared at what being a Hunter meant. "I'm not going to lose."

The man grinned, walking back to his position with the woman nodding, pleased. "Let us go and meet with the others." Others.

There were more.

Normal P.O.V.

Peter watched the entire scene from the top of a tree, shadowed by its leaves. Somehow, his target, Y/N, reminded him of himself. He followed the rest as they scurried away, covered by the bushes. On their trail, the once prisoner thought to himself,

It's insane how fast some of us have to grow up.

Thank you, everyone, for your support and if you have any questions, I'll see if I can answer them. I hope this wasn't too short, the next chapter will be released in a week or sooner.

I love you all! 😘

Quote for today's chapter:

From the clouds hidden behind a grave glare of iron and gold,
You fear losing yourself in the tornado of insanity.
No one will be there to rescue you now.

Fight.