Black Heart, White Soul

Hunters

She ran to the entrance, slid on her slippers, and rushed down the stairs. She continued sprinting down the hall till she saw room number 203. Her room.

She took out her silver keys and unlocked the door. Her hands touched the frozen silver doorknob and turned it. "Naomi," she said in a calm voice. "We have a problem."

Naomi was sitting in the living room while eating some sour cream and onion chips.

"Naomi," Arabella says again.

Naomi's head swivels around to face the entrance. "Yea,"

She puts her hand against a wall, "Clara died."

Naomi's face lost its brightness. "When did they find out?"

Arabella shakes her head, "its been a few days, but I couldn't get a good look at her and her room because of Gradel."

Naomi untied her dark wavy hair and reached for another chip. "Do you think they'll come for us?" She nodded her head. "No, we need to leave this place."

" I think we can hold on for a bit longer- "

"Ara!" Naomi yells. "We can't afford to stay here, they've already killed Clara, and if they kill more of us it will only be harder to survive. We can't wait for them to strike."

Arabella lowered her head.

Naomi stands up and heads for her room to the right of the entrance. "Come on, lets leave by seven tonight. we'll find dinner somewhere."

Arabella's head rose, and she headed towards her room that was just to the left of the entrance hall.

All her clothes, her pink fluffy bed, her childhood memories, and most of her humanity was already gone and left behind. She listens to Naomi like an older sister despite them being the same age because she saved her life.

...

When Arabella was four, she lived in a splendid home filled with comfort. Her maid Sena would wake her up at the break of every morning, and she would giggle to the smell of warm milk and french toast. Her afternoons were filled with the smell of fresh lilacs picked from the greenhouse just outside her bedroom, and her nights were covered in the richest sweets that were available.

However Arabella never knew that she was cursed. 

On her sixth birthday, while Arabella was cutting her cake, she burned it. 

Her mother, father, and all her caring maids backed away in fear, and all of them looked at one single thing. Her hand. 

A crimson red skull with a griffon in the backround glowed on her skin, and shot out flames to all areas of the dining room. 

Arabella's flames eventually spread to the whole house and burned it. Along with her family inside.

Her only memory after that was sitting in her backyard beside the only few lilacs left. That was when she met Naomi, another cursed assassin. 

Naomi came up to Arabella in her tattered clothes, and her frizzed hair that hadn't been touched for days. Her hand was filthy and there was only a small sac on her back filled with stolen bread and water, but she came. 

"Come on" she offered her hand. "Let's go before they come, and look for you."

Arabella's attention focused. "Who will come and look for me?" she said dryly. 

"The Hunters." she said. "The ones that want what you have, and will kill you for it."