The Assassin Princess (On Hold)

Chapter 7: Cassandra

Frozen in place, I stared numbly at my now-ashy hands. And I didn't even remember doing that. Sometimes, my hands seem to have a mind of their own

It's for defense. But that doesn't excuse the fact that I killed someone who was supposed to be on my side.  Or, would've, had he not attacked me. Still, he was a guest.

Both the assassins and the princess in me wasn't proud. Both were terrified. And in no life should you be able to attack-almost kill-someone without realizing it. Intincts or not.

"What?!" Michael gasped, his voice raspy. Despite my desire to run to him, I don't trust myself. Instead, I shakily backup, step by step.

"Sorry...I'm sorry..." I whispered, my voice shaky and even weaker than his.

"Er..." he groaned, a low moaning sound. While I did expect him to be in pain, but I didn't expect to see his hands rush to his neck, as if he was trying to choke himself. Or keep something inside of him. Out of nowhere, he started shaking and convulsing, as if in pain. Which, again, I expected, but he acted as if it was hurting inside. Frozen in place, I didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, his body practically leaped in the air-he was still in a lying down position. Then a black wisp thing evaporated from his eyes, and Michael collapsed on the floor, limp and unconscious. His expression was pale, and he quietly moaned before blacking out, his eyes fazed and open.

Slowly drawing in a breathe, I edged forward and allowed my fingers to brush against his neck, frantically looking for a pulse.

Despite being extremely weak, he was somehow still alive. Suddenly, as my fingers pressed harsher against his neck, his mostly-unconscious body flinched backward.

Just then, I realized that my fingers were burning-hot and ember were sparking. Edging back a step, I clench my fists to snuff out the embers, my eyes burning with heated water as I lose a shaky breath.

Looking up at me with fazed eyes, Michael rasped, "Where am I?"

"You're alive," I whispered, backing up. If he was alive, he may turn out to be a greater threat because he won't deny that it was me who injured him. And I don't know what I should do-help him and let him die. Though, I guess I couldn't exactly help him all things considered.

I bumped against the wall, and I heard footsteps stomping towards my room. "Cassandra!" a frantic voice called. Magnus.

Shit.

Throwing myself into my closet, I slam the door shut and held my breath as I heard the door creak open. 'Michael!" Magnus's voice shrieked, alarmed and stunned.

Without thinking twice, I jumped out and got him into a handlock. "Shut up," I hissed, covering his mouth and silencing him.

In a much quieter voice, he stared, "Cassandra?" Skepticism filled his voice. "What are you-" his trailed off, his face as pale as a ghost as he stared dumbly at the dead body before him.

Sparks appeared on my fingers, and Carlos flinched against me. Quickly sliding my hands away, I press my hands against my skirt and waited for the embers to stuff out, telling myself that I'm find and wishing my heart will slow down to its normal pace.

"What did you do?" he started.

I blinked, questioning how much I should tell him. Eventually, I say, "He attacked me."

"He would not!" Carlos countered, and I rolled my eyes. After all, Michael did attack me. "And you retaliated with...fire?"

Trying my best to not react, I coolly shrugged, "Sure, because I can totally do that." I allow a hint of starcasm to edged into my tone, and Carlos rolled his eyes and motioned back to the body.