Octavian is a trained killer. He kills, no questions asked. But then Becca comes in and makes it hard for him to do his job. He has to keep her safe which isn't the easiest job since she loves to be a stalker. He doesn't want to relive his past so h...
Octavian up top and their red eyes when they change below.
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I smirk down at her, "come on. Stop acting so tough. I know you want to scream." I purr the last sentence to her. She struggles against the rope, trying to tear away from me as I slowly drag my claws down her arm.
"Come on. Scream for me." My smirk widens as she lets out a whimper and let out a dark chuckle and straighten up.
We're in a warehouse away from all civilization so they can't hear. And so she can't get away from me easily. The nearest town is fifteen miles away.
While she's whining and whimpering, Might as well tell you what's going on.
I am a little killer for my boss or bosses, I never really payed attention. They raised me since I was a baby. Well my mother is one of the higher ups but I try to avoid her. Why? None of your business. At the moment.
I was assigned to kill this girl.
Name: Fiona Balk Age: 17 Family: younger brother and father Assignment: KILL and report back to headquarters.
I got no information on why I have to kill her. But that's the usual. Oh yeah, I never told you my name. I'm Octavian and before you assume my gender. Don't. I'm genderfluid, which most people don't understand. Let me explain; GF people don't really care what gender we're called.
I, on the other hand, don't care as long as you don't call me a girl\woman. But my mother insists on calling me her 'little girl', which is why I avoid her among other reasons.
Anyways, yes I have a female body but it's not that simple. I have the body of a girl but I'm not one. All complicated, yada, yada. Oh, I'm also 20. "Young", huh?
I run a hand through my short black hair with a sigh, and turn back to the girl, "Time for you to take a forever nap, eh?" I smirk as she starts struggling as I walk closer.
I let out a yawn, putting a claw to her throat, "Have a good rest, dearie." I say in a soft voice as I rake my claw across her throat.
I feel bad, I have killed all these people but it's my job. I have to do it. I don't want to kill anyone but I have no choice. But I don't want, nor need, the people I'm around and work with to know that, so they think I'm blind to everything. A weapon for them to use. A monster ready to be released on who they please. But who am I to care?
I wince as I feel another scar engrave itself into my flesh, but this time it's along my neck. To my collar bone and curved along my neck and shoulder.
I sigh and ran a finger along it, "Why does that happen every time I take a life?" I've been on these assignments since I was eight, so twelve years I've been doing this. All together I have forty-three scars, well forty-four now.
I gather wood in the warehouse and pour gas on her body. A tear slides slowly down my face. I swipe it onto my finger and flick it onto the wood making it burst into flames. Yes, my tears can start a fire. That's why I never let myself cry.
I'll never make that mistake again. I look down and clasp my hand around my necklace. It's a silver necklace with a black dragon. It reminds me of her everyday. even if it's painful to remember what happened....
I shake my head. I can't think about that now. I have to report back to base.
I jog out of the warehouse and jump on my motorcycle. I don't really care what kind it is. All I care is that it's fast and disposable. I have billions of dollars in my account from my kills. I can get whatever I want but I don't, my mother pays for everything for me. She thinks its how she keeps me "tame".
I also won't spend mine unless I need to. Unlike most who have a lot of cash. I slip on my black helmet and race through the country.
I make it back in a few hours. I'm exhausted, but I know I can't sleep until I file the report. I roll my shoulders and park in front of the base, well it's an academy really. But we have an underground base. It's a private academy as a cover. It irritates me honestly, having all the these ignorant people around. I don't really go to any of the classes. I have no reason to go, the boss(es) don't care as long as I'm killing who they want and doing what they want.
I make my way up to my dorm room, which is, sadly, in the girls dormitory. I run up the stairs and hear a voice calling to me, "Octavian!" I sigh and turn to see Becca. She's a pretty smart girl, though she won't leave me alone, which is getting on my nerves. And she's seventeen.
"What?" I say coldly, looking at her. She's standing at the bottom of the stairs, smiling at me, unfazed by my tone of voice.
"Are you coming to class today?" She says, looking at me hopefully. I grumble under my breath, "do I have to be nice?" I say pretty much to myself. I let out a sigh before nodding, "what class Becca?" she smiles brightly before saying, "well right now we have History. We have Athletics next. We could head there early if you want?" She smiles shyly at the last sentence.
I chuckle and smirk at her, "oh? Is the goodie-goodie skipping class? Oooooh sexy." I tease. She ducks her head down and blushes, "n-no! It's just that class is almost over!" She says defensively.
I chuckle, "uh-huh. sure. Lead the way princess." that makes her blush but she nods and start walking out the building. I sigh, "guess I'm going to have to be nice to her now." I roll my eyes and jog to catch up, "hmm so defensive." Becca shakes her head and ignores me.
We make it to the gym in comfortable silence. Becca turns her head to me, "come on. we need to change." I sigh and think to myself 'she's going to the girls locker room, isn't she?' and I am indeed
She grabs my sleeve and pulls me along. I roll my eyes and let her pull me along. well then I just hope she knows what she's going to see. Oh wait, she doesn't. And besides it'll be funny to see her face when she realizes. I let a low grumble out of my throat. Becca looks back at me, still pulling me, "something wrong?" I sigh and shake my head. She shrugs and continues, turning back around.
When we reach the locker room Becca lets me go and cheerfully jogs over to the lockers. All of them look the same. Black shorts and a red muscle shirt with no sleeves. I huff and go to a locker, while Becca starts changing behind me.
I slowly take my shirt off, feeling kinda tired. I put my shirt in a locker but when I reach to grab the gym shirt, I hear a gasp. I freeze and turn to see Becca looking at me with wide eyes, "What happened to you?" I chuckle, "isn't that a bit rude...." I pause, then with a growl say, "Becca?"
When I see her visibly shiver I smirk, "s-sorry! I w-was just worried and curious." I chuckle and walk up to her. As I come up to her, I see her eyes scanning my body. My eye twitches, realizing all I'm just in my binder and my black skinny jeans.
"Now now haven't you ever heard the saying, 'curiosity killed the cat'? So Kitty," her face flushes pink at the nickname, "Do you still want to know?" she hesitates as I walk till our chests nearly touch. I lean in and whisper, "If I told you I'd have to kill you...Kitty" When Becca shivers I smirk.
