Assassin

Assassin - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Alice’s P.O.V.

The boy - my age presumably - had his right hand fisted at me with some sort of claws extended from his knuckles – three claws from the gap of each knuckle. I was only able to make out a few features from him because of the lack of light in the room; the only light that was coming from was the open doorway of the bathroom that I was standing in. He had snow white hair which was half covered by a dark hood and he wore no shirt so that his abs and tattoo’s were visible from the unzipped jacket. A few of the tattoo’s were running along his arms, starting somewhere beneath his gloved hands to ending half way through the arm. The other tattoo was on the top of his chest in a weird design that I have never seen, they were all dark blue and were getting darker as the seconds were ticking by. Who the hell is he?

I had my little knife pointing at him and a scowl on my face. I was lucky that I thought to bring the knife with me.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice was deep and velvety.

“I should be asking you the same thing.” I replied with the same tone.

“This is my room.” He said making a frown appear on my face.

“Well then, I guess that makes us roommates.” I said with disgust.

He didn’t say anything after that so we were enclosed with silence, none of us moved from our position. That was when I noticed something in his other hand. It was a black material of some sort. I stared at it for a few seconds because it looked somewhat familiar. Then I realised what it was, it was my black top! My eyes widened, my lips parted slightly and my cheeks were turning a bit pink, from both anger and embarrassment.

“Ugh! You pervert!” I shouted looking back at him.

He cocked his head sideways and looked at me confused. I pointed to my top in his hand with my knife. When he turned to see what it was his eyes also widened and his cheeks became very red. Weirdly, his tattoo’s turned slightly violet and his hair greyer. He dropped the material and turned to face me, backing up.

“I-I-it isn’t what it looked like.” He stuttered, holding his hands up in surrender. Many people say that just to get out of the punishment but it never works because it is what it looks like. I slowly advanced on him and was beside my bed, my katana was left untouched on it.

“I swear I’m not like that.”

Yeah right! I bared my teeth at him in anger. I flicked my wrist sending the knife flying towards him but he hit it away with his metal claws. His face instantly changed into one of anger and the claw in his other hand started extending out, his tattoo’s were turning back to the dark blue and his grey hair whitened. I flung myself onto my bed reaching for my katana.

“Oh, so you wanna play it this way, huh?” he said in a challenging tone.

I unsheathed my sword running at him and swinging it towards his face. He blocked it with his claws, the scrapping of metal on metal vibrated in my ears. I swung again this time aiming low but he blocked that one with his right claw and lurched forward with his left. I snapped my head back just in time so that it only missed me by a centimetre; a few small strands of hair detached itself from the rest and fell down, that made my blood boil even more. No one and I mean NO ONE touches my hair!

I jumped back a second and faked swinging right only to swing it up when he went to block it. Fortunately for him, he stepped back. He only received a little scratch on his left cheek, it would’ve been worse if he had stayed still. He lifted his hand up to touch the cut. He looked at his fingers then rubbed them together to get rid of the small amount of blood that was on there. His face grew even angrier.