Blurry Face [Completed]

Chapter 3 - Blood

Pulling up behind the bar, Indigo stops the engine once we are inside HQ's underground garage. We walk up through the secret entrance into the lounge and head to the checking room. There, Violet looks at me splattered in blood. I feel the once-warm blood that was dripping on my face now cold and in some spots dry and sticky. She slips on her disposable latex blue gloves and grabs the bag. I should think about getting gloves myself, some that would help erase any fingerprints and help fight with bare fists. I would have to go shopping tomorrow. As she washed the red bag that contained the anonymous package, I headed to the bathrooms to clean off. It wasn't seperated by gender, rather just being a large bathroom with seven black stalls and three porcalein sinks. I turned the faucet on, putting my hand under the cool flowing transparent liquid. It was barely visible in the relatively low lighting in the bathroom, but a small glisten and the feel of it told me it was there. I carefully splashed my face, then rubbed a little where I felt blood stuck. Small tints of pink and red flowed down the silver drain as I patted my face and mask dry with a sleeve. I would need to get home quicky and do laundry to wash the stains of blood from my black clothing, not that it was that visible but the stench would fill my laundry if left their. I know that from experience. As I began heading out the door, disappointed in the fiasco and time wasted, I hear my name being called from the left. At the entrance of the bathroom stood Violet. In her exaggeratedly high pitched voice, she called my name again, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Hey Scarlet! Sorry the mission turned out to be a fluke!" She said.

Her voice always grated my ears but she had a pass as I knew it wasnt her real voice. She had a voice changer like everybody else could, some prefered just talking differently though, like Indigo did. I personally talk differently through the voice changer just in case of a malfunction. Its not much of a change but definitely helpful if recorded accidentally or such scenarios where my voice could possibly be recognized.

"Don't sweat it Violet, it wasn't your fault." I spoke, assuring the girl everything was all right.

Her bright purple hair bounced as she giggled at my reassurance.

"Always so sweet to me, Scarlet! Makes you seem almost as if you were a soft obedient dog rather than a wolf in a pack!" She remarked, smirking as her face darkened.

She sometimes was playful but can get carried away though she would never hurt anybody with more than a push. The girl always seemed cheery too, so when she pulled random mood swings, it really was a reality check. She always seemed to be Pmsing though I always guessed perhaps its only when shes irritated for some reason.

"Watch it bitch or it'll be your blood next going down this fucking drain." My voice threatened in a creepy high pitch, eyes widening, dagger held up and stance becoming cocky. My eyebrow on my right rose, mouth smiling close to my ears as I made another threatening comment. "Wouldn't want that now would you?"

She rolled her eyes knowing I wouldn't hurt her but always made creepy remarks like that as to kind of beat those that she made on her own. I almost considered her a friend though I don't even know her real name or age or anything in general. All I knew was what I could grasp from her personality. She tended to make heavy jokes, usually cheerful and very stubborn. She also was one of the most persuasive people I have ever met unless she just had that effect on me. I laughed and looked up at her. She was about and inch taller than me when she came into the Wolf Co. but she grew even taller now.

"Alright Violet, I'ma head out now. I need to wash this shit off an go do shit so see you whenever I come in again for work." I said, waving at her as I excited the building.

As I walked down the familiar road to my apartment, I let my thoughts carry me once again. Maybe I shouldn't have called for backup. I should've known it was a setup, I should have been more aware of the atmosphere and surroundings. Maybe I should get reusable hand wraps as to put underneath new black gloves. Should I make them black cloth or a scarlet velvet fabric? The velvet wouldn't get caught as easily and would definitely be easier to hold my dagger with. As I reached the entrance to the blue gate of my apartment, I felt for the cool sensation of metal on my fingertips in my pocket to find the keys. I unlock the door, quickly going up the stairs instead of the elevator to room 202, unlocking the blue door and relocking it behind me. I head to my room and grab some new undergarments and pajamas, ready to rinse the blood by hand off of my shirt and pants. I undress in the locked white bathroom, plopping the dirty black clothing into the bathtub, stepping inside and running the hot water on. I start with the mask, wanting it to dry the fastest first as it is the most necessary. I hold the silky velvet red fabric under my fingertips, rubbing at the fabric till the almost brown stains are gone, the tub floor now pink. I squeezed it dry and hand it on the towel rack, repeating the process with the pants and shirt. I rub at my neck and shoulders, undoing the knots I find. I begin rinsing my hair when my intrusive thoughts come back. You fought like a girl, running away every second you could like that. You think you could every fit in with the others? You're just a monster. You don't deserve to live. Throw up. You're to fat. Bleed. You need to feel numb. Paint your tub red. My eyes began blurring from the warm tears that almost seemed cold against the boiling running water. The steam sticking to my skin, I grabbed my razor blade, reopening cuts and creating new ones on my wrist. - Slip, Slip, SLASH- I made an extremely deep cut. Pools of blood begin flowing down, dripping down to the floor, following the flow of the now reddish hued water. I began re-carving the same large word on my thigh, tracing it again and again until all I could see in place was blood. I put my razor back, sitting down on the tub floor. Cutting was an extremely bad habbit of mine and sometimes I got carried away. I would have to patch some of these up now, I thought as the strong scent of iron and salt filled the bathroom. I stood up, my mind growing fuzzy as I began washing. Ignoring the stinging of my fresh cuts, I soaped my hair, conditioned and scrubbed. After finishing, I grabbed the black towel off the rack this time, wrapping myself up with it and wringing out my hair. I grab the large first aid pack under the bathroom sink along with my clothing, deciding to finish everything up in the comfort of my bed instead. I plop everything on my bed, laying down my towel on the bed before sitting on it naked, feeling extremely cold from the sudden lack of warmth. I begin examining the cuts, noting the large bleeding one on my wrist and the mess of a word deeply carved on my bloody thigh. I pull out two packets of gauze and some Vaseline, applying first the yellowish ointment on the wounds. Then I put on the gauze, placing medical tape to secure both, wrapping them all around the limb before I clothes up the first aid kit. I stand up, heading to the bathroom where I throw the trash away and put back the kit. I feel a numbing sensation growing in my thigh and left arm. I ignore it, going back to my room to change. I put on all my clothes, putting my travel pack below my satin pillow, putting my towel spread out on my night stand. Placing my charging phone on top, I assured my early alarm was set at 5:40 AM. I lay on my bed, exhausted from the action today. I stayed awake as thoughts didn't allow my mind to sleep. Slowly I kept tabs of around what the time was though I knew it seemed to go slower. Soon enough birds began chirping, signaling the possibility of it being three in the morning. Finally, I knocked out when all thoughts left me alone for the night and died down. If you could still call it night.

Author's Note: Welp its past midnight exact so here's the chapter for the day, knowing tomorrow I have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to go to shitty school. Least my life ain't as bad as Rose here 😅. The chapter this time was exactly 1500 words beh😂😂 but yeah a fuckin hella bloody chapter. Btw next chapter wont be so bloody so yeah theres that. Still no large ass plot line in mind!