That night, as Kyre slept, someone walked into her room. Looking around, he spotted Kyre sleeping, mumbling angrily.
"She's here," He whispered into a wireless radio.
"Kill her…" said the voice on the other end.
"Yes sir," He said as he took out a kunai soundlessly. "This monster has no right here, it's time for it to pay for what it did to the village," He whispered angrily to himself stabbing Kyre in the stomach as hard as possible. He felt blood droplets hit his face, it was warm and it smelled salty. This assassin had a lot of washing to do after this.
"Gah!" Kyre coughed out blood and clenched her teeth, "Wh---what's going on--!"
Feeling panicked, the assassin swiped at Kyre's face.
"Ack!" she gasped and put her hand to her right eye, feeling the pain go all over her body.
"Why aren't you dead yet?!" the assassin yelled, kicking Kyre off the blood soaked bed.
As Kyre lay there taking the pain of the boot kicking her in the back, she suddenly twisted around and grabbed the assassin's leg in mid swing.
"W-what?" he blurted out, shocked and scared. Lying in front of him was Kyre but she was different. Her eyes were compound and golden-orange, she had fangs protruding out of her mouth, and her nails had become claws as hard as steel.
"Aaahhh!" the assassin shouted. He hadn't expected this. He thought that the job would be easy, one stab, and then go. He hadn't expected her to fight back. Then he remembered, in his haste, he had stabbed the stomach, not the chest. What a stupid mistake! As Kyre squeezed his leg harder and harder, as the claws dug into his skin, he knew he wouldn't make it out alive.
"What are you doing here?" Kyre asked though gridded teeth as she started to stand up, blood still pouring out of her wounds.
"You monster, you should have never walked the face of this Earth, go to Hell!" the assassin yelled out in panic.
Kyre grabbed his throat then and looked him in the eyes.
"Is that your reason for coming here?! Are you insane?! What have I done to anyone?!" she shouted in his face.
"I-it's not m-my fault, I-I was h-hired," He gasped as he tried to breath.
"Hired?" Kyre asked narrowing her eyes angrily, "By whom?"
"H-he didn't e-even tell me his n-name. He just s-said that t-there was a l-large sum i-involved."
"Is that so? I'll tell you what, I'll let you go free if you tell your 'boss' that there's no way to kill me now, I'm on alert."
"H-hai!"
"Leave now," Kyre growled as she threw the assassin out the window. Walking to the window, she looked down to see the man running as fast as possible down the street. Finally…some peace and quiet… she thought to herself as her eyes became coal black again and her fangs shrunk.
"Ugh…" she moaned as she fell to the ground, feeling the pain again. Maybe I should rest… she though dazed from the pain and loss of blood, unable to think straight. Ya…that's it, rest. She thought as she closed her eyes.
The next morning, Yamen went to the practice field and waited for Kyre to come. That's odd, he thought, normally Kyre's here first. He waited for about half an hour before he started to get worried, nothing would keep Kyre from coming. She was so excited yesterday. He decided to go to her house to check up on her.
"Hey Kyre," He whispered when he got to her apartment, tapping on her window. "Kyre, wake up," He said a little louder actually looking into the room to see the horrifying sight in front of him. Kyre was on the ground covered in blood, the whole room was stained in blood. He opened the window quickly and ran to Kyre's side.
"Kyre, wake up!" he screamed.
He looked at Kyre's face and saw that she had a deep wound on her right eye. He noted sadly how pale she was but was filled with relief when he saw she was breathing.
"Kyre, you're going to be alright, don't worry," He said cradling Kyre in his arms and ran as fast as possible to the hospital.
About five minutes later he arrived at the hospital panting.
"Sir, is something w----!!" the receptionist stopped dead when she saw the girl that Yamen was carrying.
"Oh…my…god," She whispered.
