CHAPTER 5 - The Shock
"Just one more day," that's what she told herself. She was so broken and helpless. So… alone.
Yet she still kept going. She kept cleaning, kept working, and kept getting beaten. Day after day and night after night.
Watching her cry so much is… how do I put it. Sad? Disheartening? Repetitive even? I don't know, but something about it just doesn't let me kill her. Every time I'm about to, my hand trembles uncontrollably. As if I was scared of hurting her, but I'm not. I was hired to do it. And yet, here I am watching her run from her father.
I was just sitting there contemplating the situation when all of a sudden I hear a scream. A peeked through the window told me everything. That man, her guardian, was going to rape her. I could tell just by the look on his face. The look was one of malevolence, lust, and a demand for submission. He looked at her like she was his property, something he could use as he pleased. It made me angry, something I rarely feel in a situation like this. Something I rarely feel at all.
That face is something I see all too often. "Well that is until it is replaced by one of terror as I smash through their window and slit their throat," I thought. A smirk appeared on my face after thinking that.
I watched them carefully, making sure I'm not seen or heard. There was a short scuffle, and she ended up being thrown to the ground. I saw her reach for the door, so I concealed myself into the shadows of the house's porch, becoming practically invisible.
She swung open the door and ran for it, paying no care to her surroundings in her panic. And as soon as she ran through the door, I shut it behind her, hoping to give the girl a head start. I watched her as she ran, the shear will to escape fueling her dash.
I heard the man inside grumbling and banging around, as he made his way to the door. He does the same as her, swinging the door open and running.
I followed behind the man until he reached the woods at which then I moved in between the two.
I teleport to and from the shadows of the trees, keeping watch of both of them. I get a pang of sadness when I see her start to slow down. She's probably exhausted.
"Angle," I whisper under my breath as I see her slide behind a tree.
We both knew that that man would see her where she is. I have to do something, now.
As soon as she hides, my attention is on her assailant, Mr. King as I've heard. I glare at him angrily, my scarlet eyes shining with rage. I unsheathe my dagger and grip it tightly. He walks adjacent to her, facing forward, and thankfully not at her. But I can see her looking at him, fear drawn on her face like a picture. Etched into her very skin as if it was her only expression.
I quickly proceeded into the tree above him, and then I drop down in front of him. His revolting form heaving from the sprint. A sick grin creeps onto my face as he looks up at me, that look I know all too well painted onto his face.
How much I love that look. That nauseating realization that this is the end, and then the horrified expression that comes after. My grin only grows, as my hand sweeps out, grabbing his chin tightly. I lift him off the ground slightly, and force him to look at me as I glare down at him.
"I'll be seeing you in H#ll," I whisper to him, making sure that only he can hear it. He shrieks in terror, and is about to protest, but it's too late. My blade swings out and in one fast motion it kills him, slicing through the meat and muscle in his neck. Even if this blade wasn't enchanted to mark a human for death, he would have died from the blow.
Everything goes silent as I hold the now dead Mr. King in my hand. I then drop him to the ground with a thump. I wipe the blood off my dagger, and place it back in its holster on my hip. I look at the girl, and only now do I realize I'm in my shadow form.
I'm so used to it now that I hardly even realize that I'm using it. It's simply more convenient because it allows me to faze into shadows and such.
I'm brought back to reality when I hear a small whimper escape from her lips. She squashes her body tightly, utter terror not allowing her to flee.
The shadows fall off of me as I turn back into my usual form, revealing my 'normal' self. I stare at her with a blank expression, as she scooches away from me, shuddering in fear. Then I realize that my tall form is probably intimidating, not to mention the grey skin, curved horns, red eyes, and black assassin-esk attire is straight from a little kid's nightmares. Not to mention my numerous scars and that fact I just killed her father. Yeah, that last one is probably it…
She looks at me, her gaze that perfect innocence of a person who has never done anything wrong. The look of someone who had never witnessed death. Her sweet face stained with tears of loss and pain. I slowly put my hand on the hold of my dagger.
"I have to do it," I tell myself, as my hand starts to tremble again.
"This is my chance," I think aggressively, aggravated by my own hesitance.
She starts to back away again, obviously scared for her life. Scared of me, and what I might do to her.
I shut my eyes tightly, and pull out my blade. "You stupid angle," I mumble harshly under my breath.
I let out a shaky sigh and look at her. She's given up. She's curled up into a ball crying quietly. The small whimpers make my heart ache. Why am I like this all of a sudden? And to someone I was hired to kill non the less. And on top of that she's a-
A whimper escapes her lips, cutting off my train of thought. I look at her softly.
If I don't kill her…
I turn away. I throw my blade into the tree that the girl is leaning on making her flinch. "This isn't what was supposed to happen," I whisper aggressively at myself, "I was supposed to kill the girl not her dad."
I huff, and turn back to the girl. Her eyes are glued to me, watching my every movement. She probably heard what I just said. I look back at her with an awkward smile, and I crouch down to her level. Since I'm not going to kill her, I hope I don't seem too intimidating.
"What am I going to do now?" I think, "I'll have to deal with my payer somehow… guess I'll deal with it later."
"Um… hi?" I say awkwardly, my voice dark and harsh. She only squeezes her legs closer to her, and stares at me. What have I gotten myself into?