last resort

chapter five: discovered

death fang the boy just stood there. he looked as if he was staring in awe at something behind me. this didn't worry me though this library was in fact amazing. I wouldn't be surprised if he decided to stay here all night. he had pretty much stopped moving as if I had accidentally froze time for him. I was starting to panic. had I really stopped time for him? i soon realized he was starring at me. I looked down in surprise. I was wearing my dress. the boy had actually managed to see me in a dress. I looked back up to face him, " stay he as long as you like. I really don't care." he still stood there without moving. I dropped my book on the table in front of me which seemed to snap him out of space and back down to earth. I stood up from my chair and left the room. I had forgotten I had put on clean clothes instead of wearing the same clothes I had been wearing for a week. but all I had left was this dress that was left over from a clothing shop murder that took place about a week ago. I and blown up the shop and the dress was the only surviver. everyone else had been burned to a crisp. I hope they enjoyed the feeling of death as much as I had. the dress was originally plain red but the explosion had tattered and burned the edges of it changing it from a simple red dress to an elegant black and red dress. the dress only a murderer like me would ever dare wear. I had grown quite found of its tattered and torn edges and decided to keep it however it took a lot of effort carrying the thing everywhere I went and killing people at the same time. I tried not to stain it with blood, but let's just say when you travel with me you don't go without battle scars. the journey to my room was long. it took me 20 minutes to reach the stair case and another 20 minutes to reach my room. i had chosen the room at the very top of the mansion. kind of a stupid choice but it had the best view. it also had a balcony the size of a small one story house. I opened the french styled double doors to the balcony. it was the night of a red moon. the criminals down below looked like they were having the time of their lives. I scoffed. people could be so stupid. why would you celebrate freedom if you already had freedom with a few down parts. I turned and walked towards my bed. I wasn't going to sleep however. no under the cover of darkness I was going to go kill some illegal bounty hunters. a lot of people think that they would look to much like criminals to be picked out from in a large crowds but no. illegal bounty hunters love to show off. this often means they "disappear" into the  shadows. what actually happens is they dress up in masks and supper flashy costumes and try to blend in with the crowd. they then chase you into a secluded place were they try to either kill you or tie you up to hand in to whoever hired them. I was simply walking towards my bed to set up a decoy so if the boy tried to enter my room he would see that I was still there and leave. after hastily throwing pillows onto my bed and covering them with my quilt the boy opened the door. he looked happy. that's a first. someone was actually happy to see me. he still had a grin on his face long after I told him to come in and poured him a cup of tea. he had a single book with him. I sat down at the seat across from him. I had my usual unamused face on. he stared at me with his now very annoying grin. then without warning he said " please train me in the ways of  a murderer!" surprised by his question I dropped my tea cup. the sound of it shattering echoed a thousand times in my head. I let out a laugh but realized he wasn't kidding. " listen kid," I said calmly " I don't know who you think I am but I am far from a killer." i lied. he sat there. still smiling. I wanted to punch him. he looked up and instead of saying some weird speech like I had expected him to, he simply held out the book he had entered my room with. I looked down  and what I saw in his hands made me very angry.