"Sprite" Black
The Second I walked into the dining hall, At least fourteen pairs of eyes snap to me.
Scarlet and Alexandra walk in from behind me and each place a hand on opposite shoulders.
"You all must remember Sprite Black." Scarlet says in a deep voice.
Cheers ring through the hall at my name. This was customary for an assassin who has returned.
All the Assassins pound the table and stomp their feet on the ground.
"Welcome back, Shrimp!" Drake, my best friend within the Fyre League greets me.
I face palm at my old nickname. I was only 5' 6". While I guess the twins to be 5' 10".
"Hey giant." I greet him back.
He frowns, "Only you would come up with a way to mock my height."
I mock him, "Oh yeah, what about, 'Shrimp'?"
Laughs ring out at my words.
Drake grins and leads me to a chair next to him.
I watch as Scarlet and Alexandra take their seats across from each other, and I frown at that. I whisper to Drake, "Why aren't they sitting together?"
He whispers back, "They would often get too 'rowdy' and so the Queen separated them."
I chuckle. That is hilarious!
"So Sprite, what are you doing back here?" Alexandra asks.
I mask my sadness with a small smile.
"I missed you all?" It came out more like a question.
Scarlet's red eyebrows raise, yet she doesn't comment.
Drake elbows me in the gut and I glare at him in mock anger.
"Shrimp, you gotta work on your acting skills." He replies.
I roll my eyes.
"And you gotta work on your table manners." I comment as he shovels food in his mouth.
He looks at me,
"Fhabhafasnaf."
Now I smack him upside the head.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, giant."
Without missing a beat everyone around the table shouts, "Green Giant!"
I face palm.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...Alexandra Knight...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX
Everyone was practically in tears after shouting 'Green Giant' at Sprite's comment.
After joking around until we had finished breakfast, Scarlet and I head out to the training gym to well, train. Ever since she woke up from her coma a week ago, she had been teaching me more on how to defend. Not attack. Defend.
I asked Scarlet why she only teaches me defense once and she just gave me a look that said 'Don't say any more'. And I haven't.
We stand in front of each other, the tip of our swords resting against the ground and after a couple deep breaths, we begin to spar.
First off we are both only using one sword, and we can use both our hands when most historical fighters could only use one or the other. Never both.
I lunge and our swords crash together with a loud Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang! is the repeating sound that echoes throughout the gym.
Finally Scarlet takes me by surprise and we crash to the floor together.
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX
After training we go to Scarlet's room. Scarlet stretches out on her bed and I get to work stitching her leather trench coat's many new holes.
We rest in silence for a few minutes until Scarlet pipes up disrupting me from my sewing.
"Alex, did you ever get that file on Victoria?"
I mentally smack my forehead.
"Yeah I did, It's on my phone."
I toss my brand new smart phone at her and she unlocks it easily.
She searches through the locked files that require a fingerprint-my phone has hers already stored in it- and after another five minutes she punches the air with her fist and goes, "Finally!"
I laugh and then I turn serious, "What's in the file anyways?"
Scarlet turns the phone around and shows me a head shot of the one and only Victoria Swan of the Water League.
Pulling my phone back to face her she begins to scan through the file. And after only 59 seconds she jumps to her feet.
"We have work to do, Alex."
I groan when she says this and takes her trench coat out of my hands. Luckily for her I had just finished.
"Get suited up, Alex."
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...Jen "Lily" Britt...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX
"Your demons will destroy you."
This phrase is tattooed on my back. I always avoid looking at it, since it is simply more than just a tattoo.
"Jen! Get in here!" My Assassin mentor screams from the other room.
I reluctantly rush into the room.
Meet Sky. She stands at a measly 4'11" and has pale white-blonde hair that is cut into a bob that shapes her marred face.
"Yes Mentor?"
She hands me a piece of paper folded, and disappears into our shared closet.
Quickly unfolding it, I read the small handwriting.
'Crash party. 10 o' clock sharp. Wear mask.'
As soon as I lower the paper, Sky comes shuffling back into the room her box full of masks under one arm.
She throws it onto the bed and leaves the room into the hallway.
Opening the box lid slowly, A single mask falls out of it and I pick it up.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...That night...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX
I hop onto the stage and grab the mic. I am at the party that I was requested to crash. Mostly as a distraction.
"Hey everyone! I'll be singing one of my favorite songs tonight, so enjoy!" I say faking being excited.
I take a deep breath and once the violins of the song "Secrets by OneRepublic" I begin to sing.
"I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Til' all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send it straight to gold
I don't really like my flow, no, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that are like those years
Sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
Oh, got no reason, got no shame
Got no family I can't blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'mma tell you everything
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that delight those ears
Sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away, all my secrets away"
As soon as the song ends applause rings out in the room. It lasts for a few seconds before a woman, who I could was younger than me, comes running into the crowd and screams, "He's dead!"
And that was what the distraction was for.
