Satan's Dance: Mastery In The Cards

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"Why the hell did you kill him?! I wasn't done!" Darkfyre hissed as we drove back.

I growled, "Are you kidding me?! We would've been caught! He was screaming, and if I remember correctly, you were the one getting onto me for almost blowing us in the hotel!" I narrowed my eyes, trying not to lose myself over the double standards that he was showing towards me.

There was a flicker in his eyes, "I'm sorry. I just wanted him to feel it." He murmured, like a kid who was getting into trouble.

"Why?! Why wasn't killing him quickly enough for you??" I tried to ask without raising my voice. Darkfyre stayed stubbornly silent, not answering.

"Why?!?!" I screamed.

"Because I saw you two inside!! Happy!?" He snapped back, breathing weird as he stopped the car and got out, slamming the car door. I flinched, unsure whether to give him space or to go out and try to talk to him. I looked to my watch, letting the administration know Lucas was in fact dead. A thank you message signaled into my watch and then I got out walking to him. I felt the thick, muggy air tightened my chest. I saw him sitting in the grass on the side of the road so I sat beside him.

"Darkfyre... I'm sorry." I whispered, placing my hand on his shoulder. He looked over, meeting my eyes for a brief moment, "Don't worry about it. It was just a stupid anger issue.." He narrowed his eyes, closing up on me. I shuttered, looking down as my heart sank unpleasantly into my stomach. I pulled my hand to myself, giving him his space. A few minutes passed in silence. I watched the evening sky change colors and listened to the lowly song of the birds until Darkfyre finally got to his feet.

"Let's get home..." He said, already up on his feet and walking back to the pearly black car. I sighed, getting up and walking behind him after a brief moment of recollection.

"You wanted to train? Tomorrow morning, once we get home, then we can." He stated, then ignored me from that moment on.

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It was dark, only a low flicker of candlelight in the distance. Then the dark smoky gray fog rolled in like a cloud of dust until the whole room was brighter than the sun. In the distance, a cloaked figure appeared in the room that had gray walls and the brightest crimson red curtains that hung from the ten-foot ceiling. They appeared to have been drenched in thick, boiling blood. The bold figure stood still near the curtains.

I walked toward it and tried to remove the hood, but it snapped back, pulling a rather long, heavy set sword out with sharp jagged ends unlike any I've seen before. It had a handle as dark as the night and wielded a black blade darker than death itself, darker than anything.

A single silver lining lined the outskirts of the blade and along the side was a silver engraving burrowed into the iron, tilted in a way that made it nearly impossible to read. I breathed hard as I saw the hand raise and the sharp blade pointed directly against my neck. In a split second my hand fell to my own, pulling out my largely crafted, two-handed battle sword. I was practically staring this fully trained Assassin in its unseen deadly eyes... staring into the eyes of death.

I jerked up, opening my eyes and rubbing them as I looked around to make sure no one was in my room. Thanks to the weird dream. My smartwatch was beeping like crazy. I turned it off, glancing at the time that read 5:50 am.

"Fuck..." I groaned, slipping to the edge of the bed and reaching for a really short pair of shorts and a black tank top, putting them on and yawning. I gave myself a minute to wake up some and then got to my feet, getting socks and combat boots on. After my hair was tied up messily and I had put the strap around my thigh that concealed my dagger I was rushing out of my room. A massive headache lurked in my head as I made my way down the halls. Not many people were out at the time, except a couple I noticed making out in the corner. Tulia and Damien. I rolled my eyes and walked the other way taking a well distanced run upstairs to the third floor. By the time I got there it was three minutes till six. My mind wasn't in the right place and I wasn't thinking, so I almost ran into Okura. She was my best friend and the top third year assassin trainee. Okura was short with silky, long, raven black hair, icy blue eyes and pale white skin.