Ryan's POV.
-the next day-
Once Billie showed me around, I was in awe. There was a huge array of training options, they have a weapons Arsenal, there was a fucking chef that was cooking all of our food and it was bomb.
"Okay, time to discuss our mission" Billie says, getting my attention.
"Yeah? What is it?" I ask, looking at her.
We were in our arsenal, sharpening our knives and preparing our weapons for tomorrow.
"Our mission is we have to eliminate a drug dealer and his crew." She says nonchalantly. My heart drops "Eliminate as in k-kill?" I stutter out, pausing my actions. "Yeah, you've got a problem with that?" She says. "N-no not at all. It's just I thought I didn't have to kill for my first mission" I murmur, now cocking the gun and putting it down. I could kill in testing because I knew if I didn't, I would die. But now? I look at my uniform and examine it. I look at Billie's and I compare it, her coat is longer and she doesn't have a army blade on her thigh. "Huh." I say, returning back to sharpening my blade. "You have to stay close to me since this is your first mission, okay? If you get hurt, don't hesitate to tell me." She says and waves her pocket knife around. "Got it" I say, smiling. I look down at my outfit. "Boots, check. Black jeans, check. Navy blue shirt, check." I say, putting my pocket knife in my belt. Billie told me that I always needed to have a weapon on me at all times, so I chose the best pocketknife Billie could offer. The blade was about 5 inches long and the handle had navy blue and gold enamel. "Billie, can we go eat?" I ask and I look at my arms. "And do you guys have a tattoo place here?" I ask and she turns around. "Yeah we can go get a bite to eat. Are you going to get another tattoo?" She asks and I smile. "Yeah, why not. Let's go." I say and she holds her hand out for me to grab, I accept and she intertwines our hands. What happened to no emotions? It's whatever, she probably just wants to keep track of me...but I have a tracker on me...what? She squeezes my hand, pulling me out of a daze as we walk out of our room. I like the feeling of Billie's hand against mine, I like the feeling when she wiped the tears off of my face after I killed my best friend, oh my fuck.
We go to the cafeteria and there's a selection of chips, sandwiches, pastas, salads, and everything in between. I grab a bag of takis and so does Billie and we sit down at a table in the corner. "I can't believe it" I whisper, shoving a taki into my mouth. "Can't believe what" Billie asks. "I can't believe I'm going to be living here for the rest of my life" I whisper. "I'm never going to see my family again, I'm not going to finish school, I'm not going to have a family, I-." I pause, letting my head hang low. Nightingales aren't supposed to have emotion, what am I even doing here. I'm a sensitive person, I can't. I hear a chair shift and a soft hand touch my chin, lifting my head up. Billie. She softly cups my face and pulls me closer to her, letting me cry into her neck. I'm glad that we were in the corner of the room so no one paid attention to us. I hug her tightly as she rubs my back softly.
Once I've calmed down she pulls away. "You okay?" She asks, wiping away the remaining tears. "Yeah" I sniffle, trying to not break down on tears again about how much my kidnapper cared about me.
"Let's go Bil" I say. "Okay, I'll show you the tattoo place. This facility has basically everything here." She smiles and we start walking. I feel Billie's hand brush up against mine, slightly holding it. I intertwine our fingers as we walk to the place.
Once we get there I pick out a design that I want and give it to the tattoo artist. "How long is it going to take to heal?" I ask, now sitting in the chair. "It only takes a couple of hours, see...boss is experimenting with this self healing thing to put on a Nightingales skin if they get injured. So, all we have to do is place down your tattoo and put this gel patch on it and it'll heal in a matter of minutes to hours." He says and I smile. "Whoah, that's really cool" I say.
Once the tattoo was done and the gel patch was removed, he let me see the final tattoo in the mirror. "Whoah" I say in awe, the colors were smoky and vibrant at the same time. It was a scarlet rose that had the words "kill or be killed" under it. It was on my right shoulder, opposite to where my other tattoos were. I turned to Billie and showed it to her "do you like it" I ask, looking at her. She takes a closer look at it and reads the words. "I don't like it." She says and my heart drops. "Oh..okay" I whisper. "I love it" Billie says, turning my head her way. I give her a soft smile and I continue to look into the mirror.
We leave and by now it's time for us to go to bed. I'm super nervous for tomorrow's mission, I don't know if I can actually kill someone, now or ever.
-the next day-
"Ryann, Ryann wake up. We have to go on our mission." Billie says, gently tracing her fingertips along my face. Why is she being so sweet to me? I groan as I get up and check the clock: 4 am. "Billie, why is it so early?" I groan, starting to take off my pajamas shirt to change into my uniform. "Because, these types of missions don't wait for anyone Ryann." She says and she looks at me. I was halfway through taking off my pajama shirt and my boobs were out, because this bitch don't sleep in a bra. "Whoah" I heard Billie whisper and I yelp. "Billie, don't look" I say, covering my body back up. I'm super insecure about my body and I hate it when anyone looks at it, even me. I grab my uniform shirt and pants and rush off to the bathroom. I change quickly and walk out of the bathroom, my head hung low. I fucking hate my body and I hate it that Billie saw me. Fuck my insecurities. I put on the rest of my uniform and make sure I have all the weapons I need. "You have to kill the head boss of the gang." She says to me as I'm putting my knife in the pocket of my pants. "What?" I say, turning around. "I'm only here to assist you and guide you. You have to do all of the dirty work, okay?" She asks, now facing towards me. I nod my head yes and the color from my face drains. I walk over to the mirror and look at my uniform, how the white accentuates my caramel skin color and my green eyes. "You got this, you're going to do great. You're a Nightingale now, you can handle this." I whisper, giving myself a small pep-talk.
"It's okay to be nervous on your first mission Ryann, but remember. I'll be right besides you the entire time." Billie says, those ocean blue eyes calming my soul. "Thank you" I whisper, pulling her in for a tight hug. She was stiff at first but soon hugged me back. "You ready?" Billie asks. I nod my head yes and we go out of the room.
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Kill Our Way To Heaven | B.E.
Short Story"I was brought into this life. I didn't choose it, I didn't want it. But here I am."
