The Mistress Inside

04| Clark

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Clark

I find it hard to go to sleep. Typically, once my body touches a mattress, I'm instantly asleep. But not today.

I stare in the darkness in my room, my thoughts constantly bubbling to hide one fact: I'm anxious. Tomorrow, I'll be closer to ever to the reason of my families death. He's the reason why I'm without a home, and without people I love.

"That's why you need him dead. Forget about what Samara says-- you're your own woman. We've fought hundreds of men, more powerful than him and left unscathed." The Mistress hisses in my head. 

I stand up from my bed slowly, mulling over her words.

"As much as I hate him... I'm not going to kill him." I say thinking out loud.

"You can let me take over. You won't even remember it happening." The Mistress says a little excitedly.

I reflect on her words, as I yank the light cotton curtain. I let my eyes roam the wilderness, trying to compose my thoughts. I'm deeply conflicted. I want to side with The Mistress, who has been there for me since the very first day, but deep down in my gut, something is shouting no no no! 

I look up at the moon, in deep thought.

"Moon goddess, what should I do?" I murmur at the moon.

Suddenly, my hand yanks the curtain close, and a sharp slap commanded by the Mistress is inflicted onto my cheek.

"Don't even ask her anything. She's never helped you, so why would she help you now?"' The Mistress said fiercely.

It was the sad truth. I crawled back into my bed, and made up my mind.

*~*

It was the morning of the attack, and I was anything but ready. I woke up earlier than everyone else, and snuck out of my room. Passing the bundled up rogues, I tapped the pregnant woman, who woke with a start.

"Hey," I whispered. "There's an empty room you can use. Up the stairs and to your right."

The pregnant woman stares at me, distrust flashing in her brown eyes. With much grunting and heaving, she makes her way up the stairs without so much of a grunt of gratitude.

"Rogues, such unthankful animals." The Mistress hissed maliciously.

I want to point out that I'm a rogue, but I dismiss this. Opening the double doors at the end of the hall, I'm instantly greeted with a scene of chaos. Rogues are running around, various papers in their hands.

At the head of the chaos stands Samara, and alongside her, her Beta. I make my way to their end of the table, accepting the bowl of what looked like dry oatmeal into my hands. 

"And then you'll circle back over here, and we'll be waiting here-- oh Kira, good morning." Samara says, her head snapping up to me.

She embraces me, while Clark looks at me, his unmistakable blue eyes searches my face motionlessly.

"Kira, this is Clark, who's going to accompany you on your task. He's an excellent tracker, and has strong stamina." Samara said gesturing to the white haired boy.

Clark inclined his head towards me, and abruptly turned around to engage with the other rogues.

"He isn't one of many words that one... but he's useful." Samara whispers.