Academy's Assassin

{6}

Inside of Nathan's home was cozy, dark reds and browns everywhere. I gave a small smile to the group as I entered the living room and found shot glasses in a circle on the coffee table, an already drunken out of bottle of vodka in the center. I grinned as I perched myself on the arm of the couch, closest to Silas, before looking at the nine of them.

"Already started the party without me then? What're you guys playing?" Gabriel scoffed, the smell of Silas drifting up to me as I watched him grin.

"We're playing Never Have I Ever trouble, you want to play?" I raised an eyebrow, sliding off the couch until I sat on the floor next to Silas's long legs.

"Trouble?"

"You always seem to find Trouble, it's fitting." I giggled as I nodded, taking a filled shot glass and placing it in front of me.

"Okay, so who was going before I interrupted?" Everyone looked to Victor, who began to blush faintly across his cheekbones.

"Never have I ever worn a dress." I smiled to myself as Gabe and Luke took their shots, before bursting out in laughter when North begrudgingly took one.

"Mission?" I asked through my laughs, bursting out and laughing even harder when they shook their heads no.

"It was a dare okay!?" Gabriel exclaimed, his blue eyes pleading with me to understand.

I nodded and giggled as Silas grinned down at me, his large palm reaching out to ruffle my hair. I swatted it away, smiling as I watched Owen since he was next. "Never have I ever murdered someone."

I rolled my eyes and took a shot, slamming the glass shot down. "Never have I ever been a pompous prick that couldn't open his goddamn mind for five seconds."

The room was silent as I stared at Owen's steel wide eyes, my own narrowed at him. "Well Owen, you going to take that shot or not?"

He practically growled as he stood, stomping his way over to me as I stood myself. His lips were only inches from my own as he bent down, and if it wasn't for the hatred practically rolling off of each of us, I'd probably kiss the hell out of him. "I want you gone."

"What exactly is your problem with me Owen? Is it really the fact I kill people? Or is it the fact Phil sent me in to help your precious team? Or maybe the fact I have a fucking higher clearance than you do?!" I growled, every single guy inside of the room staring at the both of us with saucer eyes.

I looked over his shoulder as light glinted off of something, my eyes widening at the white mask, and the glint off of an older model handgun. I shouted as I pushed Owen away, the sound of the gunshot and breaking glass pushing the guys to duck down to the floor. I ignored the burning pain through my upper shoulder as I leaped over the couch and the pressed down bodies of Victor and Sean, sprinting as quickly as I could through the glass sliding door and out into the dark woods. 

My eyes kept trained on the dark hoodie and white mask as I sprinted as fast as I could, the burning in my arm slowly numbing when I got closer to his stocky build. My good arm, the left one, reached out as I got closer, the tips of my fingers brushing against the thick cotton hoodie he wore. I finally kicked my feet off the ground, tackling his body onto the hard dirt packed floor. 

We both landed with an oomf, a growl escaping my mouth as he flipped himself around and dug his fingers into my shoulder. Why the fuck do I keep getting shot?!

I fisted my palm before reaching back and uppercutting his jaw, knocking the mask off. I couldn't see much in the dark, except the fact he had dark eyes, an olive complexion as well as a strong jaw before his own hand fisted and knocked into my eye. I groaned as I toppled onto the side, my hand automatically cupping my eye as I tried to scramble from his form. I look up when I hear the cock of the gun, my eyes widening as he glares down at me from under his hood.