♡ Evangeline

2 ♤ Josephine

I walk slowly down the hall, away from James' dead body, a smirk still on my lips and a fire in my eyes.

We had strayed too far from the ballroom for anyone to hear the gunshot. I make my way to one of the beautiful ivory colored washrooms. When I get there I fix my hair, burying my knives back into my soft hair. I hide my other weapons in my dress. I also fix my smudged makeup before heading to the ballroom.

Brandon Shoemaker.

I see my next target on the dance floor with a blonde.

I smile, strutting over to where they are.

I want to play a game.

I tap Brandon's shoulder lightly as the song comes to an end. He turns and I fake shyness, looking at the floor, then back up at him through my lashes.

"M-May I dance with you mister?" He smirks down at me.

"Of course m'lady." The blonde has already walked away and he begins to dance with me to a slow song.

"May I ask of your name?" I ask him, already knowing the answer.

"Brandon, but you can call me daddy." I try not to cringe at what he wants me to call him. I would never call a stranger that. Only if someone in a close relationship I was in got turned on by it. Not a stranger. I nod anyways. "Whats yours babygirl."

I could get used to the name if this guy wasnt so weird.

"Genivieve." I answer. And as the song ends he leads me off the floor.

"Want anything to drink, babygirl?" I shake my head as he sits down. I sit on his lap. If hes into this shit then its what I have to do.

"Daddy," I, again, try not to cringe, "I need to show you something." I continue playing along with my little game.

"Of course darling, what is it?" I look down, trying to keep up with the shy act aswell.

"We need to go somewhere private." I whisper the word. He picks me up and stands me up, standing up along with me.

As we exit the ballroom I try to make a plan. Ill lead him to a large guest bedroom. Sixth floor. Or so he'll think.

"Lets go to my room." I say, avoiding his eyes, intertwining our fingers and staring at them.

"You live in the palace?" He asks and I can hear the confusion in his voice. "I dont recognize your name, are you a servant?"

"Merely a guest. Im a friend of the princess." He nods slowly.

He walks towards the elevator and I press the button to take us to the sixth floor. At about the third floor I press the button to make the elevator stop. The doors dont open so I start my plan.

I push down the skirt of my dress slowly, it landing gracefully on the floor, leaving me in my corset.

"Babygirl." Brandon growls.

"Daddy? Do you like what I have to show you?" I ask.

I could tell, in the ballroom, that he was a very sexual person and that i'd have to go a little farther than I did with James, just minutes ago.

He looks me up and down before pushing me against the cold wall of the elevator.

"Babygirl? Why fo you have a gun in the the folds of your dress?" He asks roughly, pressing what im guessing is his gun against the side of my head.

Shit. This wont be as smoothe as last time.

I slam the gun against the wall of the elevator, moving forward as he pulls the trigger to avoid the bullet. I pull a knife out of my hair with my other hand and press the pointy tip of the blade against his neck.

His eyes widen with fear and an evil wave of adrenaline pass through me.

He lets go of the gun.

Bad decision.

I wrap my fingers around the gun and flip it around in my grip, placing my finger on the trigger.

I use the knife to make him back into the wall, press the gun to his forehead, and pull the trigger.

His lifeless body falls to the ground.

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After a few more men go down I exit the ballroom, blood from my last victim staining my hands.

I slipped passed the guards, winking at the one that saw me.

I walk to the right side of the palace from the door, an exhausting walk for someone who isnt as used to it.

I turn the corner and see Josephine, another girl in The Rebellion like me.

"Darling." She starts with an accent, making a funny face and looking down her nose at me, pulling the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Love." I greet. Making a serious face like her, and pulling an imaginary cigarette out of my own. We laugh at ourselves for

"Hop in sweetheart, then you can tell me about your night." She says, jumping into her car. I step out of the skirt of my dress, leaving it on the ground as I get in the on the passenger side as the wheels fold themselves in and the wings come out of the sides of the car.

I strap myself in and shut the door, then were off.

I take off the tight corset and change into a gray crop top and ripped skinny jeans.

"Tell me everything." She demands.

It makes sense she'd want to know. This was the first act the Rebellion will take full responsibility for, even though weve been around for about a year now. People have had their theorys that there is a terrorist group but no one has been able to pinpoint us yet, suprising because of how big we are, but were careful.

I tell her every little detail.

~♡~

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♡ Little Miss