Post by Sootkit on Mar 25, 2013 15:22:12 GMT -6
---WARNING---
Cursing and minor suggestive phrases and words are used.
My jaw was set as I hauled the titanium sword from the ground. My muscles were screaming at me to just drop it, but with a stubborn swing of my arms, I lifted the large blade and balanced it. This thing is my teacher’s sword; its handle is clad with finest leather and roping. I swung it loosely and let myself listen to the whistle of air as it made a movement like it’s trying to cut the air in two. I give a sigh of repentance at the weapon. Why had I agreed to try to handle such a heavy item?
Would you like to practice with my sword?
YES! I’d love to!
I easily thought of the words that had been used. I frowned and reached out for a jab move, but the sword dipped and fell from my outstretched left arm. As I picked it up with a grunt, my eyes glanced to the large indentation of where the titanium object had fallen in the white sand, which was nearly red from dry blood. I tossed the sword to the edge of the sandy clearing and walked over to a bench that became a seat for two long blades that shined like silver. I picked them up and shifted the cork handles in my palms. The swords were a hell of a lot cheaper and they were made for fast slices instead of heavy kill blows. I flexed my arms and sent out slices in midair. The sweet sound of air whistling made me excited. I flipped the swords into the sky and they came piercing down into the sand. I kicked and punched at my imaginary target. I imagined their yells and predicted attacks. I swerved until I reached my swords again. I wrenched them up and felt a surge of adrenaline penetrating my restraint. I ran quickly as let my weapons cut through the wind behind me. I was dashing to the glass wall in front of me. My feet smashed against the surface until it cracked. The onlookers behind the wall had their heads spin around to look in my direction as I did a backwards flip in the air and landed still stabbing. A strangled laugh escaped my clenched teeth.
“Are you a damn senile idiot?” The exclamation made me snap my head up to see a boy with long black hair lightly balancing on a twig of a branch. The tree he was in was one I knew not of. Its spindly trunk and roots were tangles along the glass of the outside of the training hall. I grinned and threw my right sword at him. He moved, but fell off the branch. Satisfaction peeked in my pupils as I heard the thump of my blade sinking into the darkly shaded bark of the pathetic tree. Using my speed once more, I ran up to the glass walls. Instead of smashing one of the square eight by eight sparkling panels in, my foot lightly tapped off of the surface and I jumped high in the air and landed on the roof with a pleasing thud. I sped to the tree and yanked my weapon out with little to no effort. I jumped down and landed next to the boy who lay facing the sky.
“You’re training as a speed fighter. I’m a--,” I stopped as he grabbed my arm and pulled himself up.
“Yeah, I know you’re a girl, dumbass.” He whispered into my ear. I frowned even though I knew he was right. Speed fighters were one of the three groups involved in an alliance known Decadence. Decadence wanted to corrupt the monarch’s hold over New America. The other two groups were the defensive liners and the kill blades. Defensive liners were obviously trained to defend. They could deflect bullets with some of their highly ranked technology and so called magic. Kill blades on the other hand, were slow and large, but most have the power of three men. Defensive liner and kill blades worked together to fight with the equality of speed fighters. Speed fighters were both high on defense and offense. They were tested before admittance and they were nearly as fast as a high jack rabbit. The manager of the speed fighters is said to be able to beat a cheetah at a race.
As I put down my swords, I heard a woman’s footsteps.
“Jacob Dipeman, July Winters, the Captain Reginald III wants to have a meeting with you!” A tall lady with layered shoulder length ginger hair walked in. She wore a form fitting secretary suit that had Jacob drooling all over himself. I flicked the back of his head and watched the carrot-top lady giggle when she said my name. I snarled a few swear words under my breath as she left.
“Let’s head off to the Captain’s offi—ow!” When Jacob started walking away, I had grabbed him by his torso length black hair. I pulled out a rubber band after I raked my fingers through his hair like a comb. With gentle hands, I pulled his black locks into a respectable low ponytail. He gave and exasperated sigh as I smoothed down the last bit of hair.
“We’re not heading to Reggie’s until you look less like a street urchin who can’t afford a haircut.” I flicked his nose and started walking towards the door, until I remembered my hair’s appearance. I took it out of its small puffy ponytail and let it fall to its place. My hair is strawberry blond and is bobbed (hovering closely over my shoulders). I pulled out a few knots and fixed the part to be on the center of my head. I heard Jacob snort, so I took a shuriken from my pocket and flung it back without looking. I had dead on trajectory and speed that made Jacob a lucky boy.
“Hey!” I smiled as he yelled when the flying blade whizzed past his head and he gave a startled yelp. Most thought I was a screw up, which I wanted them to think. If I was too interesting, they’d try to inspect me and then they’d know I’m a girl. Only Jacob, Captain Reggie, and my teacher knew how skilled I was. The people behind the glass just think I am energetic. None of those unimportant people know I am a girl; Jacob is the only living being to know.
Whizz! A kunai knife came at my ear and I grabbed it when it was an inch away. I dropped it and acted like it hit my ear for real. “Ow! That hurts Jacob!” I cupped my hand over my ear and turned slightly to see him wink. I turned back as one of the inspectors came barreling past the door. He fretted as looked at me, but gave a ferocious scowl towards Jacob.
“Oh dear, take off your goggles boy. I need to wrap your ear.” He reached for my face.
“NO! I mean—I prefer to keep my goggles on. I cannot see anything without them and plus, the Japanese weapon only scuffed my ear slightly. I knocked it down with luck on my side and I threw a shuriken first.” The man gave a soft hearted smile at me and I waved him off.
“Nasty gay pedophile,” I spit out the sentence with disgust as soon as he closed the door. I grabbed Jacob’s arm and pulled him towards another door. I slammed it shut as soon as he passed in after me.
“Chill out July. With a girly name and mood swings like this, people will start to figure out your sex.” I gnashed my teeth together when I knew he was right. I slammed the side of my clenched right hand on the side of the narrow glass hall. A hairline fracture formed on its surface and this was double paned glass (slightly thicker than regular window glass). Jacob rested a free hand on my shoulder, but I shook it off. I let go of the arm I head had had a bone crushing grip on. Jacob looked at me with empathy as I stomped the rest of the way down.
“Life is a big bitch,” I muttered under my breath as soon as I stopped in front of a large green door with intricate rectangles that were indenting the door. The halls had stopped being made of the murky glass and transformed into deep maroon painted walls. I looked up at the door which had an eyehole and golden door knocker. I grabbed the handle of it and banged it against the green paint until I left an imperfection in it. I heard the ramble of feet on the floor and smiled when a tall man opened the door. His hair is ginger and shaved closely to his head. He has a close cut ginger beard as well. His eyes are an attractive green, almost like a freshly watered blade of grass. I liked his eyes much better than mine, which are a murky gray blue. They were shaded the color of the lake water before it’s purified. I sighed as he pulled a cigarette away from his lips and let a puff of white smoke dribble into my face. I frowned with a pissed off look. He had bent down purposely to let the smoke hit me and not fly above. “You b—never mind, what did you want?”
Reggie smiled and gestured us into his velvet coated room. Reggie had a lanky body that is dressed in a dark suit with deep green tie. He literally matched his bed chamber/office. I walked in and flopped myself into a red cushioned wood chair that had complex designs of wild life running up its legs and arms. Jacob nonchalantly leaned against the door frame which was at least sixteen feet behind me. Was he letting me go into the bear’s den alone? “So, July, I’ve heard you’re strong enough to shatter the double paned glass surrounding the training zone.” I nodded absently as I focused more on the hungering look in his eyes; it was frightening me down to the core.
“Yeah, what of it? I get that I’m amazing and stuff. I can hit Jacob with my sword hilt right now if I wanted to.” With unimaginable speed, Reggie was up in front of me with his face an inch away. Jacob got ready to help, but I waved him away with my left hand.
“You’re strong and I want you. You always reject any combat or killing missions I try to give you. You’re my property; you’ve been my property since you set foot into our halls as a trainee. My property is used how I want it to be used,” He said this with a menacing glare staring straight through me. If I really was considered his “property” who knows what would happen if he knew I was a sixteen year old girl. I rolled my shoulders and let my face fall into a blank, expressionless look. I lifted a hand and smashed it into his forehead.
“If I am your “property”, then why not force me? Are you afraid that I’ll kill you?” My voice had an icy edge as I raised my eyebrows with accusation. Reggie backed away with a stare as hard as flint. I stood up without even waiting for him to wave me off. “Let’s go Jacob. I am not in the mood to be called the “property” of trash.” I heard a grunt of anger when I turned away and slammed the door hard enough to make the decorations in Reggie’s chamber rattle.
“Are you really okay with that guy’s behavior?” Jacob pulled me into an embrace from behind. He knew I was uneasy, but I would not admit it now or ever.
“Let go, you pervert. I’m fine because this has happed before. He does that when he loses.” I bit back the urge to kick Jacob in the groin when he didn’t let go. I grabbed his left arm and spun him away. “Let’s go to the mission H.Q., they’ll have some nice no-killing jobs ready for me.”
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I looked at the elderly man in surprise after I read the scroll. He had definitely given me a job where I had to hurt someone. “I don’t really like—ya’know, killing people and---!” The old man stood up and lifted a frail hand to pat my head.
“Killing isn’t fun in any world, but we must unless we want even more killing than that. Killing is a neutral deed for the people god has given the right to do so in a just way.” My frown faltered when I heard his wise words which made me half smile and get some hope.
“Okay,” I said simply. “May I be granted permission to take Jacob Dipman with me?” I asked a young woman who sat next to the old man. She tapped in a few things on a very small digital tablet (half an inch thick, all black, with a bright blue screen).
“July Winters, you request has been denied by central staff. Jacob is needed for central patrol committee meeting at five. I looked at the clock (which read four thirty). I gave an inward sigh that would be inaudible to most ears. I nodded solemnly and spun on my heel. I walked through the huge double doors made of clear glass framed with white wood. I reached into a pouch that’s tied to my leg. I had shuriken, kunai, poison, needles, gas bombs, grenades, and a small container of poison elixir for myself. I reached back to make sure the bag on my back was secure—it was. My two swords were inside there scabbards. I had a sheath resting on each hip and they made a soft thumping sound as they bounced when I walked. I tapped the cork hilts of my sword with nervous sweaty fingers. I can—no—will do this.
Chapter two: A boy with lilac eyes
I chewed my bottom lip as flew through the tree tops (not literally). My feet barely touched each branch and skimmed past the animals and different nests. I lifted up my hand to reveal a crumpled paper. I have been traveling for nearly an hour and I would be near the desired location sometime soon, very soon.
“Yo, Niall, stop pausing! We’re near the Decadence H.Q., if we don’t move quickly, they’ll spot us!” I stopped and looked down to see two men, well; actually they were more like my real age. One was seventeen while the other looked twenty or so. I stop jumping through tree tops and let myself drop.
They’re just like fighting dummies, they are my enemies.
I dropped on the one who had been yelling, but now he was screaming. I had crashed the butt of my hand into his shoulder and I’d probably dislocated it. I leaped off of him and pulled out my twin swords. The man stood up, he was the twenty year old. He rolled his shoulder and used a hand to snap the bone back in place. The sickening crack made me shiver.
“Let me take this cutesy kid on. You wait there Niall and watch how a pro swordsman does his job.” Now I was infuriated. What kind of pro lets a “cutesy” kid fall on them and dislocate their shoulder? I flexed my arms when he pulled out a single sword that looked like a mixture of iron and copper. He ran at me, but I easily dodged his sloth like movements. I darted past his stabs and watch a look of understanding cross his eyes. After being on the defense, it was my turn for offense. With a quick flick of my wrist, I slashed the man’s thigh three times and smiled when he gave a squeak of pain. Had I been yearning this kind of excitement? A knew pulse of life entered me and I became faster. My movements were a blur as I sliced and slashed. I cut his face, his legs, his hands, and arms. All the speed coursed through me and I ended up pinning him down. I devoured the terror in his eyes with pleasure. My left sword came down hard into his chest. It smashed through the bones and hit his heart. The man coughed up blood and it splashed my face. His eyes fluttered and his whole body became stiff. I stood, my eyes widened in horrible realization. I had killed him in flurry of excitement. I had no control like Reggie said, like teacher said, like Jacob said. I lifted my blood smeared goggles from my face. I looked onwards as the boy who had been called Niall walked up to his dead friend and dropped to his knees. I could see he was trying to refuse the tears that came up in his large eyes.
“Ryan?” I heard his desperate cry, but I only looked at his eyes. They were a soft tone of lilac. The living boy had fair skin that matched with dusty blond hair. He looked at me with a determined face that was set with anger. He could see the brokenness in my stance and the way my mouth was framed into a gaping look. He knew I was not right in the head, that I lost control over my actions. “Did you really mean to kill him?” He asked me with and earnest stare that bore through my core.
I shook my head frantically. “No…” My words were a distorted whisper that was filled with a horrible ache. I licked my dry lips to find that they were coated in blood.
“Did you really mean to kill him?” The boy asked again with spite ringing clearly in his tone. He stood with anger that ripped at my conscience. He took his friends sword and came me. He lacked experience and he was doing this irrational action out of rage.
I stood there with him coming at me. My body felt like led. I dodged and rolled at the last second. His sword had cut through my tunic and the tight cloth that hid my chest. My side was undamaged though. The boy looked at me once and noticed the curve that appeared. His eyes were as wide as an owl’s as he stared at my blood splattered face. He could tell I’m a girl. I ran towards him and pinned him with the blade of my sword at his throat. “I’m sorry for killing your—um,” I looked back at the dead body. “Ryan friend, but you must never remember me or my true sex. I will kill you if you even try. I got too absorbed in combat.” I moved away and slipped my tunic off to reveal my chest. I grabbed the white cloth and secured it tightly around myself once more. I pulled an undershirt from the bag on back. I pulled on and relocated my tunic safely over my body.
“I can’t believe you just did that and you’re just acting normal and your covered in Ryan’s blood and you didn’t kill me and…and…what the hell?” I frowned when he started freaking out. This kid was a total idiot.
“Not like you’ve never seen a girl before, right? You have a mother,” I shook my head at his shocked face. With a quick grab, I had his arm and in my clutches and I used my right sword to make a cut in skin. I did so and reached into the pocket of my trousers. I showed the cringing boy a yellow microchip before I shoved it down in the cut. I pulled out my needles and cut some thread from my tunic. I sewed up the cut neatly and smiled at his face that was strained with pain. “I can track you now, also, don’t try taking that out or you will render that arm useless.” He looked from his arm to me. This Niall kid was greatly daunted by how quick my hands were.
“Although you spare me when I know your secret and I might plot revenge against you, I feel a need to clarify identities with you. I’m Niall Hues, but who exactly are you?”
“In exact, I am Julius C. Wintrè; however that is only my fake name for my boy disguise. My really name is July…” I paused to cough, but finished, “Winters.” I waited for the snort of laughter, but it never came. I looked at him with a puzzled face.
“You can be ironic and I can look like a manga character with cartoon eyes.” I took a step back and looked up to admire his lilac eyes. They had an essence of elegance laced deeply with the dark pupils. I sighed as I once again was reminded about my wet-stone colored eyes. Niall could pull off a more girly look than I ever could and he was the actual guy between the two of us! Even if Niall had the sharpened features of a boy whose passed puberty, his somewhat long smooth hair and slender body would just make him look like a tall woman and nothing more (about five feet and ten inches tall, his hair is layered between bleach blond and gold). I look like an ugly midget compared to him (I’m about five feet and four inches). I raised my left hand and scraped some drying blood that was stock between the creases of the corners of my lips
“Oh yeah, you’re the enemy, but I’m letting you go because, believe it or not, I don’t consciously like killing rash people who are too stupid to think of consequences. A matter of fact, I don’t like killing at all when I’m conscious. So, I bid you adieu, lilac eyes!” I said with a smile before jumping into a nearby beech tree. I climbed all the way up to the tender branches and skipped across tree to tree with happiness. Today really was my first homicide, the thought made my stomach churn with some pride and some anxiety. Had Niall’s Ryan had a family? Why had Niall not cried for his dead friend? Was it an honoring feeling mutual to men even after they died? I flexed my legs and just pondered over it as I neared the Head Quarters. I could just tell them it was a mission success; I could check lilac-eyes on my tablet anyways.
“July,” I crooked my head to the side and saw Jacob bounding over the foliage, disappearing as he went to spring off of more branches. He moved forwards towards me and continued, “You’re covered in blood! Let the lord of life tell me that it’s not yours and it’s just some deer’s that got in the way!”
“No,” I said with simplicity, “it’s my enemy’s. Don’t worry, they’re dead now.” My first time lying to Jacob was same day it was my first time killing someone. My mind flashed back to a memory of me clutching a tonfa covered in crimson sticky blood that felt like pancake syrup to the touch. I looked to at least be six and my hair was longer. I looked like a girl. I stopped my jumping and landed on the slight branch of a younger ash tree. I bent over and started to retch. My face was hot from the heat that I had now just realized to be thick. My morning’s serving of wheat toast with I-can’t-believe-it’s-not-butter—which I could believe it wasn’t—spread over the top and a glass of orange juice with pulp came splattered to the ground with a disgusting slosh that made me dry heave.
“You must have done a pretty good job to be covered in blood and you’re even retching from remembering—wait, you got lost in your subconscious didn’t you?”
“Yeah…” That was true, but it wasn’t the reason for sudden puking fest. A long forgotten memory had made reappearance in my mind after I recalled my first murder. Had the thought of someone else’s blood on me brought that horrible image back from my child hood? I couldn’t really remember anything past my seventh birthday which wasn’t a big deal. The only thing I could remember was Jacob and that was the end of the story. Speaking of Jacob, I looked up to see him thinking, but suddenly, he grabbed my torso and flung me over his back.
“You’re pale. I’ll let you report your achievement then you’ll be sleeping after a nice cup of chamomile.” I shivered after he said the word the word chamomile. That tea tasted like a flower that’s incrusted with dirt. I made a gagging noise and rejoiced when his tight grip on my loosened its tension to some extent.
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First eight pages I've written on word<3 This is mine, please please please DON'T STEAL IT.
Cursing and minor suggestive phrases and words are used.
My jaw was set as I hauled the titanium sword from the ground. My muscles were screaming at me to just drop it, but with a stubborn swing of my arms, I lifted the large blade and balanced it. This thing is my teacher’s sword; its handle is clad with finest leather and roping. I swung it loosely and let myself listen to the whistle of air as it made a movement like it’s trying to cut the air in two. I give a sigh of repentance at the weapon. Why had I agreed to try to handle such a heavy item?
Would you like to practice with my sword?
YES! I’d love to!
I easily thought of the words that had been used. I frowned and reached out for a jab move, but the sword dipped and fell from my outstretched left arm. As I picked it up with a grunt, my eyes glanced to the large indentation of where the titanium object had fallen in the white sand, which was nearly red from dry blood. I tossed the sword to the edge of the sandy clearing and walked over to a bench that became a seat for two long blades that shined like silver. I picked them up and shifted the cork handles in my palms. The swords were a hell of a lot cheaper and they were made for fast slices instead of heavy kill blows. I flexed my arms and sent out slices in midair. The sweet sound of air whistling made me excited. I flipped the swords into the sky and they came piercing down into the sand. I kicked and punched at my imaginary target. I imagined their yells and predicted attacks. I swerved until I reached my swords again. I wrenched them up and felt a surge of adrenaline penetrating my restraint. I ran quickly as let my weapons cut through the wind behind me. I was dashing to the glass wall in front of me. My feet smashed against the surface until it cracked. The onlookers behind the wall had their heads spin around to look in my direction as I did a backwards flip in the air and landed still stabbing. A strangled laugh escaped my clenched teeth.
“Are you a damn senile idiot?” The exclamation made me snap my head up to see a boy with long black hair lightly balancing on a twig of a branch. The tree he was in was one I knew not of. Its spindly trunk and roots were tangles along the glass of the outside of the training hall. I grinned and threw my right sword at him. He moved, but fell off the branch. Satisfaction peeked in my pupils as I heard the thump of my blade sinking into the darkly shaded bark of the pathetic tree. Using my speed once more, I ran up to the glass walls. Instead of smashing one of the square eight by eight sparkling panels in, my foot lightly tapped off of the surface and I jumped high in the air and landed on the roof with a pleasing thud. I sped to the tree and yanked my weapon out with little to no effort. I jumped down and landed next to the boy who lay facing the sky.
“You’re training as a speed fighter. I’m a--,” I stopped as he grabbed my arm and pulled himself up.
“Yeah, I know you’re a girl, dumbass.” He whispered into my ear. I frowned even though I knew he was right. Speed fighters were one of the three groups involved in an alliance known Decadence. Decadence wanted to corrupt the monarch’s hold over New America. The other two groups were the defensive liners and the kill blades. Defensive liners were obviously trained to defend. They could deflect bullets with some of their highly ranked technology and so called magic. Kill blades on the other hand, were slow and large, but most have the power of three men. Defensive liner and kill blades worked together to fight with the equality of speed fighters. Speed fighters were both high on defense and offense. They were tested before admittance and they were nearly as fast as a high jack rabbit. The manager of the speed fighters is said to be able to beat a cheetah at a race.
As I put down my swords, I heard a woman’s footsteps.
“Jacob Dipeman, July Winters, the Captain Reginald III wants to have a meeting with you!” A tall lady with layered shoulder length ginger hair walked in. She wore a form fitting secretary suit that had Jacob drooling all over himself. I flicked the back of his head and watched the carrot-top lady giggle when she said my name. I snarled a few swear words under my breath as she left.
“Let’s head off to the Captain’s offi—ow!” When Jacob started walking away, I had grabbed him by his torso length black hair. I pulled out a rubber band after I raked my fingers through his hair like a comb. With gentle hands, I pulled his black locks into a respectable low ponytail. He gave and exasperated sigh as I smoothed down the last bit of hair.
“We’re not heading to Reggie’s until you look less like a street urchin who can’t afford a haircut.” I flicked his nose and started walking towards the door, until I remembered my hair’s appearance. I took it out of its small puffy ponytail and let it fall to its place. My hair is strawberry blond and is bobbed (hovering closely over my shoulders). I pulled out a few knots and fixed the part to be on the center of my head. I heard Jacob snort, so I took a shuriken from my pocket and flung it back without looking. I had dead on trajectory and speed that made Jacob a lucky boy.
“Hey!” I smiled as he yelled when the flying blade whizzed past his head and he gave a startled yelp. Most thought I was a screw up, which I wanted them to think. If I was too interesting, they’d try to inspect me and then they’d know I’m a girl. Only Jacob, Captain Reggie, and my teacher knew how skilled I was. The people behind the glass just think I am energetic. None of those unimportant people know I am a girl; Jacob is the only living being to know.
Whizz! A kunai knife came at my ear and I grabbed it when it was an inch away. I dropped it and acted like it hit my ear for real. “Ow! That hurts Jacob!” I cupped my hand over my ear and turned slightly to see him wink. I turned back as one of the inspectors came barreling past the door. He fretted as looked at me, but gave a ferocious scowl towards Jacob.
“Oh dear, take off your goggles boy. I need to wrap your ear.” He reached for my face.
“NO! I mean—I prefer to keep my goggles on. I cannot see anything without them and plus, the Japanese weapon only scuffed my ear slightly. I knocked it down with luck on my side and I threw a shuriken first.” The man gave a soft hearted smile at me and I waved him off.
“Nasty gay pedophile,” I spit out the sentence with disgust as soon as he closed the door. I grabbed Jacob’s arm and pulled him towards another door. I slammed it shut as soon as he passed in after me.
“Chill out July. With a girly name and mood swings like this, people will start to figure out your sex.” I gnashed my teeth together when I knew he was right. I slammed the side of my clenched right hand on the side of the narrow glass hall. A hairline fracture formed on its surface and this was double paned glass (slightly thicker than regular window glass). Jacob rested a free hand on my shoulder, but I shook it off. I let go of the arm I head had had a bone crushing grip on. Jacob looked at me with empathy as I stomped the rest of the way down.
“Life is a big bitch,” I muttered under my breath as soon as I stopped in front of a large green door with intricate rectangles that were indenting the door. The halls had stopped being made of the murky glass and transformed into deep maroon painted walls. I looked up at the door which had an eyehole and golden door knocker. I grabbed the handle of it and banged it against the green paint until I left an imperfection in it. I heard the ramble of feet on the floor and smiled when a tall man opened the door. His hair is ginger and shaved closely to his head. He has a close cut ginger beard as well. His eyes are an attractive green, almost like a freshly watered blade of grass. I liked his eyes much better than mine, which are a murky gray blue. They were shaded the color of the lake water before it’s purified. I sighed as he pulled a cigarette away from his lips and let a puff of white smoke dribble into my face. I frowned with a pissed off look. He had bent down purposely to let the smoke hit me and not fly above. “You b—never mind, what did you want?”
Reggie smiled and gestured us into his velvet coated room. Reggie had a lanky body that is dressed in a dark suit with deep green tie. He literally matched his bed chamber/office. I walked in and flopped myself into a red cushioned wood chair that had complex designs of wild life running up its legs and arms. Jacob nonchalantly leaned against the door frame which was at least sixteen feet behind me. Was he letting me go into the bear’s den alone? “So, July, I’ve heard you’re strong enough to shatter the double paned glass surrounding the training zone.” I nodded absently as I focused more on the hungering look in his eyes; it was frightening me down to the core.
“Yeah, what of it? I get that I’m amazing and stuff. I can hit Jacob with my sword hilt right now if I wanted to.” With unimaginable speed, Reggie was up in front of me with his face an inch away. Jacob got ready to help, but I waved him away with my left hand.
“You’re strong and I want you. You always reject any combat or killing missions I try to give you. You’re my property; you’ve been my property since you set foot into our halls as a trainee. My property is used how I want it to be used,” He said this with a menacing glare staring straight through me. If I really was considered his “property” who knows what would happen if he knew I was a sixteen year old girl. I rolled my shoulders and let my face fall into a blank, expressionless look. I lifted a hand and smashed it into his forehead.
“If I am your “property”, then why not force me? Are you afraid that I’ll kill you?” My voice had an icy edge as I raised my eyebrows with accusation. Reggie backed away with a stare as hard as flint. I stood up without even waiting for him to wave me off. “Let’s go Jacob. I am not in the mood to be called the “property” of trash.” I heard a grunt of anger when I turned away and slammed the door hard enough to make the decorations in Reggie’s chamber rattle.
“Are you really okay with that guy’s behavior?” Jacob pulled me into an embrace from behind. He knew I was uneasy, but I would not admit it now or ever.
“Let go, you pervert. I’m fine because this has happed before. He does that when he loses.” I bit back the urge to kick Jacob in the groin when he didn’t let go. I grabbed his left arm and spun him away. “Let’s go to the mission H.Q., they’ll have some nice no-killing jobs ready for me.”
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I looked at the elderly man in surprise after I read the scroll. He had definitely given me a job where I had to hurt someone. “I don’t really like—ya’know, killing people and---!” The old man stood up and lifted a frail hand to pat my head.
“Killing isn’t fun in any world, but we must unless we want even more killing than that. Killing is a neutral deed for the people god has given the right to do so in a just way.” My frown faltered when I heard his wise words which made me half smile and get some hope.
“Okay,” I said simply. “May I be granted permission to take Jacob Dipman with me?” I asked a young woman who sat next to the old man. She tapped in a few things on a very small digital tablet (half an inch thick, all black, with a bright blue screen).
“July Winters, you request has been denied by central staff. Jacob is needed for central patrol committee meeting at five. I looked at the clock (which read four thirty). I gave an inward sigh that would be inaudible to most ears. I nodded solemnly and spun on my heel. I walked through the huge double doors made of clear glass framed with white wood. I reached into a pouch that’s tied to my leg. I had shuriken, kunai, poison, needles, gas bombs, grenades, and a small container of poison elixir for myself. I reached back to make sure the bag on my back was secure—it was. My two swords were inside there scabbards. I had a sheath resting on each hip and they made a soft thumping sound as they bounced when I walked. I tapped the cork hilts of my sword with nervous sweaty fingers. I can—no—will do this.
Chapter two: A boy with lilac eyes
I chewed my bottom lip as flew through the tree tops (not literally). My feet barely touched each branch and skimmed past the animals and different nests. I lifted up my hand to reveal a crumpled paper. I have been traveling for nearly an hour and I would be near the desired location sometime soon, very soon.
“Yo, Niall, stop pausing! We’re near the Decadence H.Q., if we don’t move quickly, they’ll spot us!” I stopped and looked down to see two men, well; actually they were more like my real age. One was seventeen while the other looked twenty or so. I stop jumping through tree tops and let myself drop.
They’re just like fighting dummies, they are my enemies.
I dropped on the one who had been yelling, but now he was screaming. I had crashed the butt of my hand into his shoulder and I’d probably dislocated it. I leaped off of him and pulled out my twin swords. The man stood up, he was the twenty year old. He rolled his shoulder and used a hand to snap the bone back in place. The sickening crack made me shiver.
“Let me take this cutesy kid on. You wait there Niall and watch how a pro swordsman does his job.” Now I was infuriated. What kind of pro lets a “cutesy” kid fall on them and dislocate their shoulder? I flexed my arms when he pulled out a single sword that looked like a mixture of iron and copper. He ran at me, but I easily dodged his sloth like movements. I darted past his stabs and watch a look of understanding cross his eyes. After being on the defense, it was my turn for offense. With a quick flick of my wrist, I slashed the man’s thigh three times and smiled when he gave a squeak of pain. Had I been yearning this kind of excitement? A knew pulse of life entered me and I became faster. My movements were a blur as I sliced and slashed. I cut his face, his legs, his hands, and arms. All the speed coursed through me and I ended up pinning him down. I devoured the terror in his eyes with pleasure. My left sword came down hard into his chest. It smashed through the bones and hit his heart. The man coughed up blood and it splashed my face. His eyes fluttered and his whole body became stiff. I stood, my eyes widened in horrible realization. I had killed him in flurry of excitement. I had no control like Reggie said, like teacher said, like Jacob said. I lifted my blood smeared goggles from my face. I looked onwards as the boy who had been called Niall walked up to his dead friend and dropped to his knees. I could see he was trying to refuse the tears that came up in his large eyes.
“Ryan?” I heard his desperate cry, but I only looked at his eyes. They were a soft tone of lilac. The living boy had fair skin that matched with dusty blond hair. He looked at me with a determined face that was set with anger. He could see the brokenness in my stance and the way my mouth was framed into a gaping look. He knew I was not right in the head, that I lost control over my actions. “Did you really mean to kill him?” He asked me with and earnest stare that bore through my core.
I shook my head frantically. “No…” My words were a distorted whisper that was filled with a horrible ache. I licked my dry lips to find that they were coated in blood.
“Did you really mean to kill him?” The boy asked again with spite ringing clearly in his tone. He stood with anger that ripped at my conscience. He took his friends sword and came me. He lacked experience and he was doing this irrational action out of rage.
I stood there with him coming at me. My body felt like led. I dodged and rolled at the last second. His sword had cut through my tunic and the tight cloth that hid my chest. My side was undamaged though. The boy looked at me once and noticed the curve that appeared. His eyes were as wide as an owl’s as he stared at my blood splattered face. He could tell I’m a girl. I ran towards him and pinned him with the blade of my sword at his throat. “I’m sorry for killing your—um,” I looked back at the dead body. “Ryan friend, but you must never remember me or my true sex. I will kill you if you even try. I got too absorbed in combat.” I moved away and slipped my tunic off to reveal my chest. I grabbed the white cloth and secured it tightly around myself once more. I pulled an undershirt from the bag on back. I pulled on and relocated my tunic safely over my body.
“I can’t believe you just did that and you’re just acting normal and your covered in Ryan’s blood and you didn’t kill me and…and…what the hell?” I frowned when he started freaking out. This kid was a total idiot.
“Not like you’ve never seen a girl before, right? You have a mother,” I shook my head at his shocked face. With a quick grab, I had his arm and in my clutches and I used my right sword to make a cut in skin. I did so and reached into the pocket of my trousers. I showed the cringing boy a yellow microchip before I shoved it down in the cut. I pulled out my needles and cut some thread from my tunic. I sewed up the cut neatly and smiled at his face that was strained with pain. “I can track you now, also, don’t try taking that out or you will render that arm useless.” He looked from his arm to me. This Niall kid was greatly daunted by how quick my hands were.
“Although you spare me when I know your secret and I might plot revenge against you, I feel a need to clarify identities with you. I’m Niall Hues, but who exactly are you?”
“In exact, I am Julius C. Wintrè; however that is only my fake name for my boy disguise. My really name is July…” I paused to cough, but finished, “Winters.” I waited for the snort of laughter, but it never came. I looked at him with a puzzled face.
“You can be ironic and I can look like a manga character with cartoon eyes.” I took a step back and looked up to admire his lilac eyes. They had an essence of elegance laced deeply with the dark pupils. I sighed as I once again was reminded about my wet-stone colored eyes. Niall could pull off a more girly look than I ever could and he was the actual guy between the two of us! Even if Niall had the sharpened features of a boy whose passed puberty, his somewhat long smooth hair and slender body would just make him look like a tall woman and nothing more (about five feet and ten inches tall, his hair is layered between bleach blond and gold). I look like an ugly midget compared to him (I’m about five feet and four inches). I raised my left hand and scraped some drying blood that was stock between the creases of the corners of my lips
“Oh yeah, you’re the enemy, but I’m letting you go because, believe it or not, I don’t consciously like killing rash people who are too stupid to think of consequences. A matter of fact, I don’t like killing at all when I’m conscious. So, I bid you adieu, lilac eyes!” I said with a smile before jumping into a nearby beech tree. I climbed all the way up to the tender branches and skipped across tree to tree with happiness. Today really was my first homicide, the thought made my stomach churn with some pride and some anxiety. Had Niall’s Ryan had a family? Why had Niall not cried for his dead friend? Was it an honoring feeling mutual to men even after they died? I flexed my legs and just pondered over it as I neared the Head Quarters. I could just tell them it was a mission success; I could check lilac-eyes on my tablet anyways.
“July,” I crooked my head to the side and saw Jacob bounding over the foliage, disappearing as he went to spring off of more branches. He moved forwards towards me and continued, “You’re covered in blood! Let the lord of life tell me that it’s not yours and it’s just some deer’s that got in the way!”
“No,” I said with simplicity, “it’s my enemy’s. Don’t worry, they’re dead now.” My first time lying to Jacob was same day it was my first time killing someone. My mind flashed back to a memory of me clutching a tonfa covered in crimson sticky blood that felt like pancake syrup to the touch. I looked to at least be six and my hair was longer. I looked like a girl. I stopped my jumping and landed on the slight branch of a younger ash tree. I bent over and started to retch. My face was hot from the heat that I had now just realized to be thick. My morning’s serving of wheat toast with I-can’t-believe-it’s-not-butter—which I could believe it wasn’t—spread over the top and a glass of orange juice with pulp came splattered to the ground with a disgusting slosh that made me dry heave.
“You must have done a pretty good job to be covered in blood and you’re even retching from remembering—wait, you got lost in your subconscious didn’t you?”
“Yeah…” That was true, but it wasn’t the reason for sudden puking fest. A long forgotten memory had made reappearance in my mind after I recalled my first murder. Had the thought of someone else’s blood on me brought that horrible image back from my child hood? I couldn’t really remember anything past my seventh birthday which wasn’t a big deal. The only thing I could remember was Jacob and that was the end of the story. Speaking of Jacob, I looked up to see him thinking, but suddenly, he grabbed my torso and flung me over his back.
“You’re pale. I’ll let you report your achievement then you’ll be sleeping after a nice cup of chamomile.” I shivered after he said the word the word chamomile. That tea tasted like a flower that’s incrusted with dirt. I made a gagging noise and rejoiced when his tight grip on my loosened its tension to some extent.
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First eight pages I've written on word<3 This is mine, please please please DON'T STEAL IT.
