Assassin's Red

Drown in Truth

"Hold your horse's pup, where the fuck do you think you're going?" Frank's stupid arm was in my path to leave the house, it's the only reason he couldn't just walk away without answering.

"Move your fucken arm, I don't have time to deal with your shit."

"Come on pup don't go making it difficult for us, you know that we need to know where everyone is going." Ken also put up his arm to block my path, stupid guards.

Guards for the pack were only there for looks and to protect from outsiders some times they were only invited into the pack because they fight well ignoring all background information be it jail time, military dismissal, or worse. I've done some background looking on key people in my father's pack, two being the normal day guards here Ken and Frank.

Their background portrays them differently then the dashing and charismatic wolfs they act like, for they match exactly for amount of lawsuits of sexual harassment, manslaughter, and assault. What's weird is finding a newspaper of their four guardians (step-father, step-mother, and original mother and father) butchered one night, well they were at a friend's house.

That didn't make me scared of them, I was more scared of the monster who lived in my house, the monster who won every lawsuit against lawyers. The same monster who I called Alpha, and who I alone called father.

The more I thought to my self the angrier I became, for the first time in my life the voice of Alpha coated my words putting power into them. "Move," I growled it so low only Ken and Frank could hear.

They moved out of the way so fast acted like they were burnt, a deep frown was on their faces well watching me walk to my car.

The Alpha voice that arouses only when I felt high emotion, was the cause of me not yet being the high Alpha.

I drove without a real destination in mind, my self-hatred driving me.

How could something so simple as knowing my people to be overlooked? Knowing deep down I really never hope to find out and deliberately overlooked everything. Overlooking at what makes a pack, its people.

I should have to know the whole pack was dirty in some way, my father had built it like a monarchy that sat on an island in the middle of the ocean. No one on the island can be touched and whoever wanted could escape to it for a price, be it freedom like my mother, or-I wonder what Elvis and other pack members paid to have the safety of the pack.

I stopped the car my panic attack making my labored breathing, my head touched the searing wheel as I breathed, "Ten Mississippi, nine Mississippi." I counted all the way until one, at which point I had cleared my head and was breathing evenly. Looking around my surroundings it was easy to tell where I am.

Yellow caution tape surrounding area of the night club, which looked much creepier at night now that the lights inside where off.

Getting out of the car it seemed like the club was not as closed up as it seemed on the outside. A quiet wordless song could barely be heard from the sidewalk had it not been for his super hearing he might not of.

Ducking under the yellow tape he walked inside, the door soundlessly pushed open than swing closed behind him.

Once inside a low purple light showed a man mixing drinks well humming to his self."As horrible as you look I would love to offer you a free pop, sadly do to your fountain of youngth look I can't give you one of my stronger drinks without an ID."

I couldn't help but give a scratchy laugh, "I will take you up on that offer." Once I sat down at the bar and didn't pull out my ID, he set a napkin in front of me and a cold pop on top.

We sat there in silence well he mixed drinks and hummed an odd toon. I squinted at his name tag, "So Jared what are you humming there?"

"It's something I hear a lady hum the other night, I just can't put my finger on what song it is," He started to hum a little louder.

It dawned on me instantly what it was, "It's a nursery rime, Ring Around The Rosie's. It's kinda a Weird song, my mother refused to sing it to me as a child because it was about the black plague." I ramble a little at the end at my excitement of helping him solve the mystery.

"Well, I guess calling the cops in the morning is in order then." Jared smiled well letting out what can only be described as a sigh of relief.

Confused as all get out, "Why would you do that?"

Jared put down his mixer and leaned over the counter to look me dead in the face. "Well, little Miss Red the murder was humming that well she was walking out after the kill the other night. Every killer has a pattern, I bet that song has something to do with her signature "

Jared went back to work, now singing the lyrics to the song, "Ring around the rosy-"

My mind was spinning, questions where rolling more and more.

"Pocket full of posies-"

I jumped from my seat tipping over my drink in the process.

"Ashes, Ashes-"

I spilled out a string of apologies well moving quickly to the door.

"We all fall down."The door closed silently behind me leaving me to the darkness of the night.