Odette has a split personality, or a mask, as I'm going to call it. She's actually evil, and her mask is that of a good person. By the way – S.J.K St. John's Knights.
Odette awoke at dawn, her matted hair covering her face. She drew the covers of her bed closer to her, trying to get back to sleep, which evaded her.
Sighing slightly, having lost the battle with sleep, Odette sat up and pushed her hair out of her eyes roughly with her left hand. She rested her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes, frowning slightly.
"Why wont they leave me alone? Don't they know I'm not a little girl..?" She sighed as she lowered her feet out of the side of her bed and stood up. Odette wasn't very tall; she stood about 5"5.
Lazily she walked towards her shower room and got undressed, laying clean clothes identical to the night before on the counter. She started the shower, got in and began singing to herself.
"Spring is still far away,
Hidden inside the cold earth.
Waiting for the time to sprout."
She stopped abruptly, hearing noises outside her shower room. She turned her head towards the door, listening carefully. All Odette could here was the sound of the running water.
Turning off the water and stepping outside of her shower, Odette quickly dried off and got dressed.
Realizing that she had forgotten her rapier in the other room, Odette clenched her fists tightly as she opened the door and crept into her room. Making sure the coast was clear, she picked up her Rapier and clipped the straps on its sheath to her belt.
Unsheathing her Rapier, she continued to creep around her quaint house; checking behind furniture, appliances, and other household items large enough to hide behind.
With fruitless results, she sheathed her Rapier and ran her hands through her wet hair. I'm becoming paranoid, She thought, sitting on a large armchair, her head resting in her hands, as her elbows were resting on her knees.
Standing up again and walking outside, Odette smiled as the sunshine hit her face. It felt so reassuring… so calming… so familiar. She walked to the back of her house where there was a small garden, filled with all manner of flowers – Rosemary and lavender, Roses and tulips, Lilies and Irises. She smiles, stooping down to pick a large cream coloured rose.
Upon standing back up, a shadow fell on the wall beside her. Alarmed, Odette drew her Rapier, whirled around and pointed the Rapier at the person's neck. The man wore a heavy green trench coat with a black shirt underneath and a pair of black pants, along with black casual loafers. The trench coat was open, revealing a cross on his chest identical to Odette's. He had a quiver of arrows on his back and he held a bow in his right hand.
"Now, now, Odette," The figure said, smiling at her slightly, his semi-short bright crimson hair almost gleaming in the sunlight. Odette shook her head, smiling as well. "Is that any way to treat someone?"
"Come on, Chase," Odette said slyly, sheathing her rapier once more. "You know not to sneak up on me."
"When has that stopped me before, hmm?" Chase replied, taking her rose and placing it in her still damp hair with his free hand. "And why is your hair wet? You never leave your house if your hair's wet." He added, frowning. Odette shrugged, looking at him.
"I thought I had heard something." She said nonchalantly. Then seeing the look on his face, she added, "It was a false alarm."
Chase didn't reply. Instead, he steered her inside her own house. Slightly confused, Odette frowned at him as he put his bow and quiver by the door.
"What are you doing?" She began to say, but Chase covered her mouth with his right hand, and with his left, he held a finger to his lips.
Once he had done a once through of the house, he walked back to Odette, taking off his trench coat and placing it on the armchair.
With a sigh, he looked at her. "I think," He said quietly, as to not be over heard, "I think there's a double agent within S.J.K."
Odette felt her stomach sink.
"Do you know who, Chase?"
"Not yet, Odette, but I will find out. And that person will be killed."