Covens and Proxies

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??? POV

I creep towards the house on the edge of town. Inside is my target. A girl that's been getting more attention then she should, especially in this area. Slenderman ordered my to wipe her out before the Hunters catch her sent.

Slenderman will usually recruit these kinds of people, or try to, but more often then not they don't have guts to do the jobs we do. This one in particular only uses her skills for defense, and that would hardly do us any good. I think we could train her, but the boss' orders are the law, and breaking the law has some severe consequences.

I approach the back of the house, keeping tight to the shadows until I'm pressing to the wall. I hear voices faintly filtering through the window. Two girls. The light goes out, footsteps, and several doors shutting. After waiting an hour and a half more, it's time.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I slip a knife under the window, wiggling the lock open and slipping inside. The house is nearly silent, soft music coming from one of the girls' room's.

My target has a roommate, though Slenderman told me to leave her alone. She's some college flunk that works late nights and early mornings, which means she's sleeping hard during the night. And her music is almost always on, turned up fairly loud. How she can sleep with so much noise is beyond my understanding, but she can do her. As long as she doesn't interfere.

Silently, I move through the small dining room and living room, stalking down the hall. When I slip through the girl's door, I freeze. She isn't asleep. I stare at the girl's silhouetted form against the window's moonlight, waiting for her to move.

This is an entirely new situation, so I'm not sure how to react. My neck cracks, my head twitching to the side slightly.

"I've known you were here since you stepped onto my property. Are you here to kill me?" Her voice is soft and sweet.

My heart rate increases, adrenaline spiking. She's a fucking angel. "Sorry. But I-I have to. Boss' orders." I mutter, walking slowly to her and drawing a hatchet. "I'll ma-ke it quick and painless. Jus-just don't fight too much." I try to be nice about it. I know what it's like to be in a deadly situation like this, so I usually try to make the deaths painless. Unless I think they deserve otherwise, or the boss says so.

She sighs. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to die and I don't want to hurt you. So I'm going to give you a warning. Leave me alone, and I swear I will never say anything to anyone."

It's a tempting offer, but if I don't do this, there's going to be hell to pay. "Lad-lady, I'm sure you-you're very nice and all, but b-believe me that this will b-e way less painful then it-it could be." I tell her stopping only a foot or so away.

She tilts her head, the moonlight casting across her (s/t) skin. My breath catches. She's beautiful. I take a split second take in the details of her form. (H/l), (h/c) hair; (size) build; (e/s), (e/c) eyes and (m/s) lips.

She watches me in my second of frozen aw before sighing, her head moving so I can't see her face anymore. "I wish all of you predators would listen when a girl says no." She mutters, closing the last foot of distance.

I tense, watching her closely for any signs of aggression. I'm frozen when she lays her hands on my chest. She's not going to try to seduce me into letting her live, is she?! Oh hell no!

I take a step back, holding my blade to her neck. "I know you-you're a witch. I know wha-what you can do to men that attack you. A-nd that's why I have to-to kill you." I mutter, stealing my resolve. Her blood is going to have to paint this floor soon, or I'm better off dead with her.

She steps back, raising her hand. "I should've known. I'm really sorry, but now I have to silence you." She whimpers, raising three fingers and drawing a line straight down and crossing it for a t shape before pushing it out with a flattened palm.

I growl, about to lunge when a strange sensation fills my throat. I open my mouth, only to feel my head rush violently. My neck cracks over and over, making my vision blurry. I pitch forward, unable to stop myself. The girl catches me, setting me down softly.

"I'll make you a deal. If you don't say anything, neither will I. I'll give you until morning to decide. Until then... Do your best to get comfortable." She smiles before standing up and throwing a blanket at me.

I twitch my fingers, testing my mobility. I find that I can move perfectly well, so I snap up and try to snap something snarky at her. No sound comes out.

She looks over her shoulder from the bed. "Oh. Right. Don't worry. It'll wear off by morning. You won't be able to make any sound, or attack me, or my roommate. You're incompacitated enough that I can easily curse your death." She explains, giving a soft smile.

I slip down on my ass, too shocked and horrified to really do anything. I'm snapped from my reeling thoughts when she takes off her shirt, throwing it into a hamper.

I scramble back quickly, pulling the blanket over my head so I can't see. I hear her laugh, only making my neck crack more violently.

"I appreciate the privacy, killer. But you don't have to be so shy."

I hear her walk over, making my heart pound. Please tell me she's not another sadistic fangirl! No. That would've been in the folder. Right? She carefully pulls the blanket down, showing my face.

"Are you afraid?" She asks, her voice soft and light as a feather.

I peek open an eye. She's dressed in a loose, button-up t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. I sigh with relief. Holding my palm flat, I make a motion like I'm writing. If I'm stuck here until morning, I might as well talk to her. I know I won't be sleeping tonight, anyways.

She nods and walks over to a dresser, grabbing a pencil and small notepad. When she sits, she pats the spot on her bed next to her. I hesitate, not really wanting to get knocked on my face again, before walking over and slowly sitting down. I keep my movements slow and obvious, just so I don't get cursed. When she hands me the pad, I start scribbling fast.

I'm not afraid. I'm just sick of girls crawling on me. I write furiously.

She smirks. "You get a lot of them?" She asks.

I wrinkly my nose at her in disgust, making her laugh.

"What's your name?" She asks.

Ticci Toby. Yours? I write in return.

Rule number one of being a killer, never give away your real full name. First names are fine but never your last name. It gives away too much information.

"I'm (Y/n). If you knew who I was, why didn't you know my name?" A reasonable question.

Names are nvr told when we get files of targets. Makes it personal. I explain in relative shorthand.

"So you're a professional assassin?" She asks, making me smile.

I've never met someone that was not only able to catch me before I hurt her, but she also managed to make me unable to hurt her or her friend. And she's extremely calm about it. I'm impressed.

No. We aren't assassins. Ever heard of Creepypasta? It's a little sketchy, but she won't be able to tell anyone when this curse wears off.