Vermillion

12

Kaia stood in front of the bedroom door, fist hovering over the wood, mentally preparing herself for the moment she knocked.

She didn't know why but she felt the need to check up on her teammate.

Kaia felt bad that she couldn't do more than hack into the security system, she wished she had been able to help them fight.

Before she had the chance to knock, the door in front of her opened, revealing a tired looking Fleur.

She was wearing a satin white nightdress which clung to her figure and stood out against her dark skin.

"H-hey" Kaia mumbled shyly, looking down at the ground before looking back up at a confused Fleur.

"Hi?" she replied, yawning as she did so.

She was both mentally and physically exhausted from the night before and all she wanted to do was go to sleep.

She sensed someone outside her door and decided to check it, revealing a flustered looking Kaia.

"Can I help you?" she asked when Kaia didn't say anything.

"Oh, um I just wanted to see if you were okay" she replied and immediately cursed herself internally at how stupid and vulnerable she sounded.

She was a world class agent, not a high school girl who gets easily flustered over pretty people.

"I'm okay" Fleur replied, internally smirking "Are you?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest and leaning against the doorframe.

"Y-yeah I'm good" she mumbled "well, I'll be going now".

As she turned around, Fleur gently grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

"You did good today" she smiled and closed the bedroom door once again.

Kaia felt her cheeks heat up as she scurried away to her room, passing two other rooms.

Inside one of those rooms, Circe was sitting under the scalding hot water of the shower, watching blood wash down the drain.

However she felt no sting, none of the blood was hers. It was the blood of her victims.

As usual, she got away unscathed.

She didn't know how many lives she had ended the night before. Most killers carried around guilt and shame, images of the murdered haunting their dreams at night, but Circe couldn't even remember what they looked like.

As if their lives meant nothing.

She leaned her head back against the wall, looking up to the ceiling.

Hot water dripped down her naked body, continuing to wash away the blood.

But it couldn't wash away her sins. If only it were that easy.

Sometimes she wished she could bring back every life she had taken, but part of her loved the thrill of murdering someone, the thrill of watching as any life a person once had drained from their body completely, all emotions leaving their eyes and evaporating into nothingness.

She giggled slightly at the thought of their empty eyes, they almost looked like hers. Whenever  she looked in the mirror, she saw a dead person.