Kill Our Way To Heaven | B.E.

One

Ryann's POV.

"I'll be fineee." I say to my friend Avery, I slur my words as I try to tell her I'm fine. "No you're not, you need to go Ryann." She says, trying to convince me to leave the club. "Finee, But one more drink." I say, giving a goofy smile. "No, you need to go home." She says. "Pleaseeee." I beg, I wanted to get wasted tonight. "Fine" She huffs, I walk over to the bar and order a drink. I'm leaning on the bar, trying my best not to collapse right now. The bartender gives me a drink and I chug half of it down in one sitting, the alcohol burning my throat. "Whoah there, slow down." Someone says and I look over, there was this girl with perfect ocean blue eyes staring at me. "I can't" I giggle, making her smirk. I take another good look at her and she has perfect features, her dyed hair perfectly placed on her shoulders, and how she had on a loose hoodie. She was hot. Damn.

After about 30 minutes of talking, she leaves because she got a phone call. I shrug and continue to down my drink, but this time it tasted kinda funny. It's whatever. Once I finish my drink I go onto the dance floor and I try to dance to the best of my ability. I dance for about 20 minutes before the room starts to spin. "Whoah." I whisper to myself, watching the room become distorted and my senses spinning. I try to walk through the crowd to find Avery but I keep on stumbling over, losing my balance every step. "What the fuck?" I whisper, my vision slowly becoming blurry. My body suddenly relaxes and I can't hold myself up anymore, my eyes start to close as my body falls to the ground. All my senses were shut off, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't feel anything, but I could slightly hear the pounding music of the club. The music slowly fades as my mind wonders elsewhere.

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"Shut up, I think she's waking up." I hear someone say as my eyes slowly flutter open and my senses come back to me, I try to move my arms but they were bound to try chair by a rope. My feet were tied together also, I try to talk but the cloth tied around my mouth was preventing me from speaking. I slowly look around to see that I was in a back of a very high tech van. "Good Morning sweetheart. How was your sleep?" Someone asks me, I look over to their direction and my eyes widen. It was the blue eyed girl, the one at the club, she was twirling a sharp picket knife around her fingers, looking at me. I'm not really scared or mad at her, to be honest I don't feel anything. I feel the cad jerk to the side but I keep on looking at this girl with a resting bitch face. I'm just really hungover right now and I wanna Bloody Mary. She gets up and comes over to me, damn, this van really is big. "Do you want to be set free?" She asks, smirking. I try to say something but it just comes out muffled. "What?" She asks. I roll my eyes and she smirks, she takes her knife and puts it to my face. Usually, I would be freaking out, but right now it's like my emotions aren't really there. She cuts the cloth around my mouth and takes it out of my mouth, letting me talk. "Ugh, there's hair in my mouth, can you get it?" I spit at her, she takes it out of my mouth and continues to talk. "Do you want to be set free?" She asks again. "I really don't care to be honest. I'd rather see what you would do to me and why the FUCK YOU DRUGGED ME." I say, narrowing my eyes at her. She put the knife to my throat to intimidate me, but from years and years of fights, you can't let that show. "You belong to us now, but mostly me." She growls, tracing the knife along my arms. "Us?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain everything later, but first you need to put this on." She says, handing me some army boots, black ripped jeans, and a grey dry fit t-shirt. "Um, I'm still tied up idiot." I say. Her eyes flash with anger before looking at me "don't talk to me that way." She said, cutting the rope.

Once I get changed in the big ass van, I hand my clothes over to this girl. "What's your name by the way?" She asks. "Ryann, what's yours?" I say back, she looks at me and laughs. "And why would I tell you my name?" She says. "Because, if you're gonna keep me captive and basically own me, I would be nice to know your name since I don't think you're going to let me go anytime soon." I say, sitting back down in the chair. I look around and the windows were covered up by some bulletproof looking shit, I couldn't see out and I'm guessing you couldn't see in. "Billie." She says, looking at me. "Billie?" I ask, confused if I heard her right. "I'm Billie" She says again, handing me a packet of Oreos. I give her a confused look, "this is a long trip so you better eat" she says, gesturing towards the Oreos. I rip the package open and pop two in my mouth, slightly groaning at the taste. I haven't had Oreos in years and I forgot how good they tasted. "So, would you care to explain why you took me hostage?" I ask, biting into another Oreo. "Well, I knew you wouldn't willingly be dragged away, so I drugged you when you weren't looking." She says, that didn't answer my question. "I mean, what are you going to do to me, and who is this 'us' that you were talking about?" I ask. "Well, once we get there you're going to undertake a test." She says, putting her pocket knife away. "What test?" I ask, setting down my Oreos. "A test of strength, agility, how well you can do in high pressure situations, etc. You are going to become a Nightingale." She says, examining the tattoos on my arms. "What's a Nightingale, isn't that a bird? Am I going to become a bird?" I ask.

"A Nightingale is a type of assassin that is the most talented, stealthiest, and deadliest of anyone else out there. You belong to me, I tell you your missions, I give you your outfit, if you get hurt, I'm the first person you tell. We are apart of a community of assassins that work in the shadows, no mistakes, no emotions, nothing. We are trained to kill or be killed, got it?" She says, eyeing me. My face drops at the "kill or be killed" part. I'm going to have to kill? Oh my god. I can't kill. I felt sick to my stomach while we were doing frog dissections in eighth grade and this bitch expects me to kill someone?

I nod my head and she continues to speak. "You will be tested for your stealth, your ability to shoot a gun, and your ability to climb, swim, and run. You will work with bows, swords, guns, basically any weapon you can get ahold of, you're gonna be training with it." She says.

"What if I don't pass the test?" I ask.

"If you don't pass, then we kill you." She says nonchalantly. "We put a bullet in you right then and there." She says. Fuck, I shouldn't have eaten those Oreos.

I sigh and put my head in my hands. "Hey, don't worry. You'll pass the test. Trust me." She says. Is this girl being nice to me? After she drugged me, kidnapped me, told me that I belonged to her, and that I would die if I didn't pass the test. Bitch what?

"How much longer?" I sigh, it's been a hour and we still haven't gotten there. "Patience, or else I'm going to have to drug you again." Billie says. I roll my eyes and continue to try and figure out, why me? Out of everyone at the club, why me?