Assasins Blood

Assasins Blood Chapter 1

The waiting was the worst bit. Wondering which of the countries would offer the most money for me. I don’t even know which countries are bidding, though I can guess. I lay on my bed in my room staring at the ceiling. I don’t want to go. My room might not be anything special, but it is mine, the only thing in the world that ever has been. Looking around it that day, I cringed the walls were covered in blood splatters from last week when I fed, they had dried on the walls making the whole scene quite gory. To add to this there were handprints – mine – all over the walls, it looked like the set on a horror movie, not that I have ever seen one. Thinking this I chuckled, my whole life was a horror movie.

Soon the chuckles turned into full blown laughter. I was laughing so hard I was shaking, I was hysterical. The tears rolled down my face, blurring my room, the room I would only have for another day. This thought sobered me; I sat up and looked once more, past the layers of dried blood, to my real room. It had been a pretty room once, painted in baby blue with dark wood furnishings. Unfortunately everything in it, including me, was now covered in blood.

I sighed and rolled off the bed, landing lightly on the balls of my feet. I really needed to clear this place up. I walked across the room and opened the door. In contrast to my nicely furnished blood-covered room, the corridor was all white and sparsely furnished it made me stick out even more. I walked down the hall my feet barely making a sound. I heard footsteps up ahead and looked up in time to see a young scientist walk round the corner. He was carrying a file and looking though it intently. I leaned against the wall, leaving blood smears against the pristine white. He didn’t notice me until he bumped into me. I didn’t budge, he looked up to see who he had bumped into, and he saw me – covered in blood – and recoiled.

“Please don’t hurt me!” he whimpered. They were all scared of me, everyone except Dr Maelstrom. Dave Maelstrom my ‘creator’ I hated him with a passion.

“I won’t hurt you. Calm down, do you know where I could find Dr Maelstrom?” I asked, my voice turning bitter as I spoke his name. I placed a reassuring hand on his arm. It was the wrong thing to do. He yelped and jumped back. When he spoke his voice trembled with fear.

“His office” he squeaked, picked up his file and ran off. I sighed; everyone is always scared of me, or in awe. I don’t know what was better. Walking at a human pace I set off across the compound, the night air was cooling on my skin. I looked up into the sky through the mesh that covered the roof – preventing me, or anything from escaping. The beauty of the stars never ceased to make me just stand there starring. It was winter so it was cold and it got dark really early, it was only 4o’clock. I tore my gaze away from the sky and turned towards the east building, low and menacing against the backdrop of the forest beyond the fence. I sneered at it, this building always got to me – I hated it. Straitening my posture I took a deep breath and opened the door leading to the central labs.

I was created here, these scientists were my benefactors my parents – and yet I felt nothing more than hatred and a desire to kill them. To rip each of their throats out before they could create another monstrosity, another me. As I entered the lab in all my bloody glory everything stopped. I sneered at them.

“Well what are you waiting for – I’m not here to jump through hoops. Get over your sick fantasies and get back to whatever useless thing you were doing” I said in the haughtiest way possible as I walked briskly (almost ran) through the lab. I got a few looks of fear and plenty of furtive glances, each of which I met with a smouldering stare – until they looked away. After what seemed like forever I got past them and flung open a door at the end of the lab and stormed in.

Dr Maelstrom was sitting at his desk filling out paperwork. He looked up as I walked in.

“Ahh, Skylar, what brings you here?” he asked pleasantly, like I was any other human being. He was the only one who used my name. I loved my name, and I hated to hear him say it.