14. Face

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I rushed to the hotel. It was hard to explain why I was so urgent to the team but I just couldn't tell them. What would they think if I told them there was a person who wanted a weapon from me? I could end up in jail.

 I felt like that's what I have been doing since I came here. Rushing to escape reality. Rushing to seek a peace of mind. Rushing to get rid of restlessness.

But today, it was different.

 I was rushing to the hotel because I was going to have a sweet visit from the messenger who's been leaving notes to me. 

And boy, was I going to greet him.

I unlocked my door. Got my guns ready. My dagger which had a potential of becoming a sword was in its sheath. I tied my hair, tied my combat boots. 

I was going to unmask this threatening bastard. Adrenaline was rushing through me violently. I could feel my dark side fighting to be free. It was infuriating to me. To have all my secrets be spilled in a matter of days with no warning. I was not going down without a fight.

Burn or die, that key would stay safe with me. It was my only option. The only hope of safety.

So when the clock striked 4, my hand was on the dagger. My legs alert, I waited behind the door. The curtains were drawn close so there would be no light coming through. So I was in the dark. Invisible.

I felt the doorknob move. And slowly, the door opened. I held my breath, waiting anxiously.

A figure stepped in. It was a man, wearing a dark black hoodie. He had thudding footsteps.

 He cautiously moved in, closing the door behind him. I readied myself to attack. As if it was necessary, he approached the nightstand, and left an envelope.

I moved behind him, walking quietly as possible. When I could feel his presence mere inches away, I stopped. "You're going through hell of a trouble to leave me things." I started.

The man whipped around, a black shadow against the room. A deep, unrecognizable voice came from the back of his throat. "It's no trouble at all. I was kind of enjoying it all. It's like chess you know, unexpected. Unpredictable."

I smiled grimly before placing the dagger against his throat. "Well, games are over. Time to confess. Who the hell are you?" I said as sternly as possible. 

A long chuckle filled the room. The sound made me want to crawl under a bed. "So bold. So you." He ran his hand on my face. "So like a queen." He purred.

I slammed his hand away, my eyes firing up. "Did he send you?"

"And too many questions." He laughed. "You see, you might hold a dagger against my heart but you will still know I'm in control."

I pressed the blade harder, drawing blood. "Why did he send you? Who are you?" I persisted. 

"Ah, your questions are boring." He said disinterestedly. And before I could contemplate his next moves, he disappeared behind my blade. 

"You know, I told you I was in control. You're guards are down, sweet love." His voice was behind me. I turned around. I could feel him smiling in mockery. "Let me ask you some questions. Maybe you'll see who's in charge." He walked closer, this time, his tone did not have the carefree attitude. "Where's the key?"

"What key?" I said. I willed my dagger to become a sword. The blade grew longer, stretching in its size and in its power. "What key?" I repeated and attacked him, slashing his arm. 

He winced. "Wicked." I felt his hand move and capture my throat. His grip was unmatchable. I choked. "I started out nice, Your Highness. But you're unwillingness is an issue. Your King wants the key." He hissed close to my ear. I could hear the venom behind his glamour. "You know you took something so precious. And it was his. If you want to live, you will give it up."

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