Rogue

THREE

^Luke

//Peyton//

     I smiled when I realized that I successfully got the rogue to agree to come down.
"YEAH! JUST COME DOWN CAREFULLY!" I shouted up cheerfully.
Within seconds he hit the ground and rolled onto his feet. He began to brush off leaves and twigs from his sweat pants, and I was trying to calm down enough to say comprehensive-able sentences.
"That  was the complete opposite of careful. How can you be such an idiot!" I said in a calm voice, but I could sense some of the warriors flinch behind me.
I shook it off, and began to introduce myself. "My name is Peyton Black, daughter of Alpha Jeremy of the Black Blood pack." I noticed that he was spacing off, and snapped in his face.
     "Were you even listening?" I snapped.
He shook his head, so I reintroduced myself.
     "I said, my name is Peyton Black, daughter of Alpha Jeremy of the Black Blood pack. And
you are to submit to me right this instant."
     He cocked his head and raised his eyebrows in shock.
     "Peyton, it truly is amazing to meet you, but I am afraid I cannot submit to you. I have things to do." Now I was the one to look shocked.
     "Do you know who you are talking to!" I shrieked at him.
     "Oh I am well aware of who I am talking to. Peyton Black, daughter of Alpha Jeremy, Alpha of the Black Blood pack. And I'm sorry princess, I will not submit, I am to busy of a person." He shrugged at me, and I smiled at him. His face twisted into one of worry.
     "I was hoping to do this the easy way, but the hard way works too." A small dagger was handed to me, and I held it for a second before shoving it harshly into the rogues stomach.
     "Submit." I gritted through my teeth.
     He shook his head no, and I pulled it out, only to plunge it back in inches away. He fell to his knees, and started to look sick. No doubt the silver was starting to take effect on him.
     "Submit."
He shook his head again, and it saddened me. This is the thing I hate the most, but it is a necessary if he wants to live any further. So, I removed the knife, and shoved it into his stomach again.
     His breathing became labored, and he started swaying a little bit. I kneeled down to get to eye level and look at his face closely. He refused to look me in they eyes, most likely put of stubbornness.
"If you keep refusing me, I could kill you." I spoke softly.
His eyes snapped up to mine startling me, and I fell backwards.
"I will not become some pet for you to control." He growled at me.
     I sighed and got up. He was hoisted up by his arms, and I pulled the dagger out roughly. This time I decided on his side, and quickly shoved it in, wincing when I hit a rib.
"Submit." I said sternly, but he smirked at me, it gave me a weird feeling. Almost like he could sense my real emotion.
I decided to take a break from the pain, and began to trace his torso lightly, slightly spacing out. I started on his other side, and he winced when my fingers brushed an area towards his hip. I knew what I had to do. I pulled out the dagger once more and began to prepare to shove it in once more. His eyes widened, and his neck snapped sideways exposing his neck to me, I won.
Quickly I ordered the warriors to take him to the pack doctor to get proper treatment. I followed, and he passed out on the way.