Alec Rose
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[Not Edited - There will be 1 more short chapter just so the P.O.V's don't get too confusing.]
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When you're an orphan, living alone with an equally as moody twin, early mornings aren't a common occurrence. We would train through late afternoons and even later nights, retiring to bed in the early morning battered and littered with bruises.
Obviously, school had never been an issue. When you've got your mind set on becoming an assassin any knowledge on Shakespeare's Hamlet or trigonometry becomes irrelevant. Athena stayed on for another month, returning for the brief period almost immediately after the news of our parents death hit the headlines, their faces splattered over every local newspaper, a constant reminder that no-one was paying for the crime but us.
Eventually, after being forcibly removed from school property, Athena dropped out, becoming just as obsessed with revenge as I was, poisoning her future painfully slowly, dissolving a little more with every new story released, with every time she walked into the house, over the wooden slats which used to be covered with a bloodied carpet.
Like I said, mornings became useless; an extension to a already shitty day.
So being woken up by the deep voice of Mr. Silvers was a surprise to say the least. I knew Seth was awake, the rustling of covers and a slight murmur of protest a dead giveaway as we listened in silence. Our breathing never hitched, our bodies showing no signs of panic which would be natural given the situation.
If there was a time to panic it's when the 55 guests invading your house are serial killers.
Mr. Silvers finishes his speech, giving me chance to imagine the smug smile playing on his lips before my mind flits to my sister. The siren begins to blare, simultaneously turning the main lights a satanic red. Creepy.
I know she's out there already. Hell, she'll be loving this. The pent up tension of a kill has always been our driving force, the motivation to murder always awards us with a gift. A brief few seconds of peace. Kidding ourselves that this is it, this is the last of our demons.
"Fuck," Seth's low curse draws my attention back to him, his hands wrapping around the blunt knife, "it's about as useful as a fucking spoon."
Vaguely debating whether or not I'm willing to stain another t-shirt, I watch with amusement as Seth launches the knife at the closest wall, creating a slight crack next to his wardrobe, muttering profanities as he shrugs on a jacket.
"Dude, your dad sucks." Making my way towards him, I grab an envelope opener, not missing the annoyed sigh from my roommate.
"Tell me about it. Can you hurry up? Places to be, people to kill y'know?"
"Don't wait on my account, 007. I'm gonna track down Athena, I don't know if the Academy plans on charging us for damages and she has a habit of being... inventive."
Seth nods in acknowledgment, looking over at a stray pencil with hidden distain before grabbing the utensil swiftly and opening to door, letting in the screaming chaos outside.
If I wasn't so used to it on my own reflection, the evil smirk plastered over his face would have been chilling, an expression of pure lust.
"Have a nice night, Alec. I sure as hell will."
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An hour had passed and my choice to wear a t-shirt had been the wrong one. My one hit of the night had chosen to bleed profusely. Somehow forcing his dead body to land directly on top of mine. One last power play before his eyes rolled back and I shoved him off, the gash in his neck still gushing and evidently, ruining my t-shirt.
My first stop had obviously been Athenas room, the door refusing to open despite my consistent braying. Just as I turned my back something was moved on the other side of the door, a small metal click following directly after.
"Alec?" Kara's soft, confident voice somehow drifted over the constant howls from the lengthy halls, earning my attention instantly.
"Kay?" I return to the wooden blockade, knocking again softly, listening with unconcealed bemusement at the two soft sighs that follow my question.
The door opens slightly, revealing the pretty brunette stood as far away as possible, holding onto a bed post taken from the middle bed which slants downwards, the mattress brushing against the floor, and a unwavering expression of mixed relief and anger, her eyebrows furrowed at me distastefully. Kara holds onto the door handle with one hand, the other grasping an identical bed leg.
"Did you take those from Athena's bed?"
"Yep." She confirms her answer with a firm nod, her mouth set into a unreadable line but her eyes glint mischievously.
"Did you ask her first?"
"Wasn't here." Again, she shrugs nonchalantly, turning her head briefly as Autumn drops her makeshift weapon, making vague apologies at the interruption.
"Y'know she's gonna kill you?"
"I don't doubt it."
I had undoubtedly been attracted to Kara Asher, her blonde hair and light grey eyes had some kind of magnetic quality, drawing me to her against my will. I know my sister stopped caring about who her... special friends were a long time ago.
If she was attracted to someone, she had them. It became a game. Admittedly, out of respect, a game she tried to hide from me. A game which was too easy to figure out.
I didn't like it. Fuck, I hated it. I hated that she didn't place value in anything anymore, least of all herself. I hated that this is who we became. I hated that I made her this way. That June 18th, the fight, my fight, made her this way.
That night took her away from me and I was still searching.
The Game helped her, distracted her, made her feel human. So I tried it. I tried the endless nights at various bars, the batting of eyelashes directed at me, the never-ending facade. It didn't work. Ever.
However, Kara had intrigued me, the challenge made it fun, an exciting switch-up from the monotonous routine presented at clubs but it wasn't meant to be, an impossible daydream and that's okay.
It's okay because I felt something and I haven't felt anything so easily for a long time.
Me and my sister have two emotions. It's a way of coping. A way our brains try and relieve us of the pain. All we feel is hate and love.
Hate for the world, for fate, for the fact that our parents didn't deserve all the shit they were dealt, for the fact our revenge was no revenge at all, just an unworthy extension of our pain.
Love for each other. Athena is the only thing that matters. She has been for a long time. I've long believed we're two parts of the same soul, one couldn't function without the other. When you lose everything, it's hard not to lose yourself too, to let yourself drift into the void and just stop. However, when you see yourself everyday in the one person you have left, when you see yourself looking back at you with a sense of worthiness, a sense of belonging, it's impossible to leave them behind.
Everything we feel is so... overwhelming. We feel everything or nothing at all and it's terrifying, the feeling of no control, of fluctuating moods and the actions that follow.
So to feel... to know, I'm capable of a goddamn crush? It's music to my ears.
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