m: 'Poison Girl' belongs to H.I.M. (His Infernal Majesty) 'Getting Away With Murder' belongs to Papa Roach.

shadow0015: Meekness isn't too new for her. After all, she had to deal with her mother. (See deleted scenes in case you don't know what I'm talking about.) The obstacle course was based off a lot of the game, 'Prince of Persia'. Kick-ass game. As for the song, I don't have it yet. But my birthday is on the eleventh so I'll bother my parents about getting me an account. :D

Chapter Seven

Nathyrra frowned as she looked at Maya. The blind instructor sat in the middle of her classroom, poison darts in hand. The students were to move silently to the other side of the room. If they made any noise, Maya would lash out with poison darts. That made it imperative to move silently.

Nathyrra's frown came from the customary uneasiness that she felt in the room. The other two students (Nathyrra had killed one and Velkyn had eliminated two, leaving only three students left.) were uneasy as well, but Nathyrra's was magnified by her memories. Memories of Seelamin's death by poison. Now is not the time to be distracted, she reminded herself.

Her magic alerted her to an approaching presence. Velkyn crept up behind her, meaning to Nathyrra and cause her to stumble. Nathyrra silently dodged to the side. Velkyn frowned and moved away. Before Nathyrra could react, Velkyn spun around and successfully pushed her.

Nathyrra stumbled. Maya immediately threw poison darts in Nathyrra's direction. Nathyrra silently dodged the darts and moved to another part of the room. That was to close. She put on a determined scowl. I will not die from poison.

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"I must get rid of Velkyn." Nathyrra said to Ilivarra, an hour later.

Ilivarra mentally sighed. She's becoming a true killer. Ili blinked. Why do I find that so unappealing?

"Perhaps I could 'accidentally' kill her with a blast of magic…" Nathyrra said.

"You've been plotting her death since the test, four years ago."

"She's a threat!"

"Do not worry about it now, Alurl Faen. Let us practice now."

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Several hours later, Ilivarra allowed Nathyrra to take a break.

"I'd like to know more about you, Ilivarra." Nathyrra stated as she took a swig of water.

"Why should I tell you?" Ilivarra snapped.

"Well, you already know so much about me; it's only fair that I know something about you." Nathyrra said matter-of-factly.

Damnable child. Ilivarra frowned. "Well, like you, I was the daughter of a noble matron mother. My house fell to the Valsheress and I had no other option but to join her. Through time and dedication, I rose to the rank of instructor."

Nathyrra arched an eyebrow. "You're not telling me everything."

"Of course I'm not. Let's get back to work."

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That night, Nathyrra had a dream. She walked across a shadowy plane, daggers close to her hands, and entirely alert of hostiles approaching. She heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Nathyrra unsheathed her daggers and turned around, ready for a fight.

A familiar looking barbarian stood behind her. Nathyrra gasped and dropped her blades. Seelamin smiled and walked over to her, taking her into his arms and pressing a tender kiss to her lips. All worries, all instincts as an assassin, all thoughts of vengeance vanished in that single kiss. Nathyrra felt safer and happier in his arms than she had in a long time.

Seelamin suddenly broke away, his eyes sad. Nathyrra stared at him in confusion. When he spoke, he spoke with a voice that was not his own.

I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And Love wants us dead
Just me and my poison girl

A prey she was for the cruelty of love
While its serpent inside crawled straight towards her heart
The coldest kiss love ceased to exist
While we grew apart like never before

I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love wants us dead
Just me and my poison girl

I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love's heart is death
For me and my poison girl

the fire in her eyes
grew dim and then died
as the poison inside
reached her heart

And the coldest kiss
faith ceased to exist
as we grew apart
like never before

I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love wants us dead
Just me and my poison girl

I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love's heart is death
For me and my poison girl

And the taste of the poison on her lips is of a tomb

I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love wants us dead
Just me and my poison girl

I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love's heart is death
For me and my poison girl

Poison girl (4X)

And love's heart is death
For me and my poison girl
In this poison world

Nathyrra look at him, sincerely confused. Seelamin gently took her wrist in his hand and pulled out a dagger. She felt no pain as he opened up a wound on her arm. Instead of blood, a green substance came out of the wound. Seelamin began to coat the dagger in the substance. He gave her one last look before plunging the dagger into his chest.

Nathyrra snapped her eyes open. To her surprise, Zav Zotreth stood above her, dagger in hand. Thoughts of evaporated and instincts filled Nathyrra's mind. Snarling, Nathyrra grabbed Zav's wrist, picked her up own dagger off the floor, and jammed it into Zav's neck.

Zav let out a strangled gurgle before collapsing to the ground.

Ilivarra walked out of her room. "What the hell is going on? Alurl Faen, you better have a damn good reason for waking me up, or I'm gonna kick your ass so hard that you won't be able to sit for a week!"

Nathyrra pointed at her rival's corpse.

Ilivarra sighed. "She tried to kill you, eh? Well, what are you waiting for? Get rid of the body! I don't want corpse stink all over the room."

Nathyrra scowled and got up.

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Six more months passed. During this time, Nathyrra continued to suffer from the same nightmare. When she wasn't pondering the meaning of her dream, she was plotting to eliminate Velkyn Velde. As the day of graduation neared, the two of them still remained.

The instructors finally called them to a meeting. Malice spoke, "it has been five years since you both entered the academy. During this time, neither of you have been eliminated. A final showdown between the two of you will take place tomorrow. The winner shall graduate to become a full red sister. " She glared at both of them. "You are explicitly forbidden to attempt to terminate each other until tomorrow. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

Velkyn and Nathyrra nodded.

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I will be able to beat her in single combat. She is too fast, and I won't have time to use my magic. Nathyrra grinned as an idea formed in her mind. Perfect…

XXXXX

Ilivarra look out the window. It was three hours past midnight and she wanted to make sure that Nathyrra was getting some sleep. Her eyes widened when she saw the empty bedroll. Oh damn…

XXXXX

Nathyrra silently crept into the center room of Vierna's section. She blinked when she saw it was deserted. Her gaze flicked over the training gym, Vierna's room, the weapon room, and a fourth door; Velkyn's room.

Nathyrra scowled. Oh sure. SHE gets her own room. I get a bedroll on a floor. Damn Ili…

Nathyrra stealthily slipped into Velkyn's room. Velkyn was asleep, untroubled by dreams or worries. Nathyrra blinked. She looked so peaceful…

Nathyrra frowned. Focus. The drow took a dagger and slit the throat of Velkyn. Velkyn's eyes snapped open. She sat up and tried to speak but was unable to due to the wound on her throat. A few seconds later, she fell backwards, dead.

Nathyrra smiled grimly and walked out of the room.

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The next day, Nathyrra stood in the graduation room. The instructors had been displeased that she had disobeyed them, but had no choice but to graduate her.

Ilivarra presented Nathyrra with a suit of armor. "Well done…Nathyrra."

If Nathyrra hadn't been so pleased with herself, she probably would have noticed the almost grudging tone that Ilivarra had used when speaking.

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As Nathyrra walked out of the room, she began to hear a voice. Nathyrra dismissed it as her imagination. It grew louder and became comprehensible. Nathyrra's eyes widened. The voice was singing. She had never heard the song before , but Seelamin had told her that he suffered from a strange voice at times as well. What the-?

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And you're the master
And I am waiting for disaster

I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)

I drink my drink and I don't even want to
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to
I never look back cause I don't even want to
And I don't need to
Because I'm getting away with murder

I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder

(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away with murder)

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And I'm the master
And I am craving this disaster

I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)

I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder

Arrow Maker: Cookie for anyone who figures out the meaning off Nat's dream.