last resort

chapter four: a change of views

when I reentered the room it was quiet. just as I had left it and just as I like it. I walked over to the almost lifeless body of the boy. I put my hand on the bullet wound and focused on healing it. the wound closed and his breathing had completely returned to normal. I left the room completely unaware that the whole time he had his eyes open. I was aware that he was also a thoren,even if a weak one. he clearly h no idea what a thoren was let alone how to use his powers. it had only been a few minutes before he was up and moving again but he clearly had no idea of what happened. after a while he had found his way to the dinning room and didn't notice me cooking dinner. by the time he did notice me it was after I had placed a meal in front of him and left.

(death fangs p.o.v)

     I had stood there like and idiot. I had threatened a girl? what was wrong with me. girls are way to weak but then again she did manage to nail me with a bullet. who is she? no one with that good aim could be a human. I had to give it to her though, she was pretty beautiful for a criminal. her eyes may be blood red and she may reek of the smell of blood but if she wasn't trying to kill or fatally wound me, I probably would have hit on her. the rest after that was black. all I could see were the blurred images of the rest of my team running away leaving me behind like cowards. why did I even join the stupid group? I wanted to become a killer, not a thief. when I had woke after rewatching the scene of my team leaving me over and over again I woke up only to see the girl. she had a dark light glowing around her. I felt my wound start to close and breathing became less of a struggle.  when I had fully regained consciousness she was gone. I stood up. how long had I been out? I wandered the empty halls of the mansion. I smelled food in the kitchen but when I got there I had collapsed on the dinning room chair and fell asleep. just as I woke up again e girl was leaving. I looked down at the meal in front of me. had she made it? when I looked up to ask her she was gone. I looked down at my meal again. it really looked amazing. it was after I had looked at it i realized how hungry I really was. I ate my meal in silence. I hate quiet but the girl never came back and the was no one else to talk to so I simply ate my meal and went to the room I was in. or tried to at least. I couldn't remember where my room was. annoyed and tired I opened the nearest door I could find. in side the room was a massive library. I roamed the shelves with awe. not many books lined the shelves but the room didn't feel empty. as I rounded a shelf I realized why the room didn't feel empty. on a chair out looking the window was the black and red hair of the girl who had so inconsiderately shot me and then helped me. woman gosh you can never tell what they are thinking. I tried to sneak out unnoticed when I heard the calm voice of the girl say " you know I knew you were the the whole time right?" her voice was soft like the wind. a far cry from what I had heard in our first encounter. but there was something different about her voice. more girls have a more high pitched annoying voice but hers, it sound more like what a rose would sound like if it could talk. she swiveled her weight to turn and face me. scared of what she might do to me I froze in spot. too scared to move, I wanted to run but no matter how hard I tried it felt like my legs had been cemented to the ground. only not from fear. it was as if her stare was holding me there. I looked at her and she looked at me. I noticed how elegant she really was. her hair was neatly pulled out of her face and her eyes even though they held a cruel look appeared to be made out of roses themselves. her outfit was the same as a princesses only shorter about mid thigh length and without all the extra frill.  I saw how pretty she was a nd started feeling guilty for insulting someone who looked like a rose. in fact now that I think about it, she really is a rose. she wore red and that's it besides black. she w just as elegant and graceful as a rose but unless you cut her stem and removed her thorns you were going to bleed. I shook myself out of it. I was not going to fall for the enemy. but I think it was already. late for me to be telling myself that.