The reason we kill

Chapter 6

Ivy felt very lost. She was standing here in a huge hall filled with weapons and a bunch of total strangers. That Lucy girl had told her that her chances to survive were equal to zero, since she would share a room with Cara, who was apparently the devil in person. Now she saw Cara, standing there, her hands buried deep in her pockets, her shoulders slightly hunched. Then her figure relaxed, and Ivy noticed that the girl was obviously consciously trying to hide this moment of insecurity. The astonishment fell from her face and was replaced with an expression that was probably supposed to look tough. Cara was good too, at composing her face. Her expression was damn believable for a conscious attempt to hide an expression. Most people wouldn’t see that it was fake.

“I have nothing to fear.” She told herself.

“Oh but you do…” A tiny voice whispered. “especially now that she’s pretending to be so cool… she’ll want to prove to her friends how tough she is…. You know what that means for you…” Ivy pushed the voice away, and tried to calm herself. It was going to be okay. She took a deep breath and then stepped towards the other girl. She stretched her hand out.

“I’m Ivy.” She said. The girl took her hand.

“Cara.” She replied. Cara was tall, about 1,75. Ivy noticed that she had the perfect 90-60-90 figure of a model. The girl had long, dark brown curly hair and striking green eyes. She was beautiful, very beautiful.

“I wonder if her soul is equally pretty.” Ivy thought.

Cara let go of the child’s hand quickly. She was slightly freaked out about the way the little girl stared into her eyes, as if she could see Cara’s soul.

“How did you get into the 2s so quickly? You have to have a talent for that.” She paused, not sure how to go on.

“I have a talent.” The girl called Ivy said.

“What is it?” Cara asked. The little girl looked uncomfortable, wringing her hands and looking around.

“I….”

“Well?” Cara asked, getting slightly impatient.

“I can, you know, read people’s faces. I know if they’re lying and…” The little girl looked up at Cara with a worried expression. Then she relaxed and smiled, as if she were relieved. Cara felt her eyebrows shoot up.

“Can you read my face?” Cara asked, hearing the irony in her voice, and internally congratulating herself on how arrogant that had come out.

Ivy smiled slightly and sighed. “Right now, you’re really unsure about yourself, because you’re probably worried that I’ll be able to see through your mask, that you’ve been perfecting for years. And you are also self-satisfied because you think I’ll never be able to see through such a believable act. You’re proud that you can coordinate your face and your voice perfectly to make a believable illusion.” Cara gritted her teeth. She wondered if she was really that obvious. If everyone could see that the expressions on her face were nothing but masks.

“Don’t worry.” Ivy said. “You’re rather good at it. I don’t think anyone else will notice.” Relief washed over Cara for a second. Then she looked at the little girl suspiciously. She reached out and patted the little girls head. To her surprise the child shrunk away, and suddenly she looked very uncomfortable.

“Please don’t touch me.” She mumbled. Cara grinned.

“Why not?” She asked, reaching out and pinching Ivy’s cheek. “You’re such a sweet little girl, you should… OW!!” Ivy’s little hand had clasped around her wrist and her little fingers dug into the flesh. Cara’s muscles gave way without the slightest warning. She crumpled to the floor, intense surprise and shock washing over her.