"I did nothing wrong"
"You damn near told them" He glared. My head tilted, a smile creeping up my lips.
"What? scared they'll disown you if they find out your dick rises for a serial killer?" He took a supposed threatening step toward me. I looked up, standing my ground. I felt indifferent about it all and he seemed so angry.
"It doesn't" He glared.
"Oh? What did I say about lying to me?" I stepped closer, his eyes dropped to my lips. Nostrils flared as he clenched and unclenched his fist. "It doesn't matter what part of me rises because of you, you still are disgusting to me"
"If that's the case, why is it a problem for them to know?" I raised a brow. The elevator opened to the private training room.
"Because I don't want them to. It was a mistake that won't happen again" He stormed out and I followed with a chuckle.
"You need to loosen up," I sighed.
"You need to take things more seriously" he glared, tossing me wraps for my hands. I looked down at them with a grin.
"I thought I was on a no fighting punishment"
"You are, but not with me" He wrapped his hands aggressively.
"Think you can handle me, last time I kicked your ass," I smiled, wrapping mine. He pulled his shirt off, my eye trailing his body, that hunger creeping into my stomach.
"I held back," He huffed. Stepping onto the mat, I followed. My eyes still enchanted by his beauty.
"Should I say thank you?" I grinned, matching his fighting position.
"I don't think you'll wanna thank me after I whoop your ass," He grinned. My eyes followed the curve of his lips. I chuckled. Lifting my head to him.
"Come kick it then"
He charged at me, strong kicks heading toward my head. He was quick to send a punch after I blocked them. I chuckled, bringing my head back to him as he stalked around me. I threw my fist at him, and the swish of his quick movements followed his ducks from them. He wrapped me from behind, lifting and throwing me to the floor. I huffed in pain as I came into contact with it harshly.
"Come on Vendetta, where's all that fight from last night?" He grinned down at me. I flipped up.
"Maybe I don't want to bruise that pretty face more than I already have," I raised "But if the cocky bastard insists" I shrugged. He huffed humorously. I charged at him again, this time sending a false attack, as he went to block the kick, I turned to send two crashing punches to his face, a slight grunt left him as he regained his composure but I used the fog to send a kick to his knee, dropping him an inch and another to the side of his head. He caught it, lifted it around him, and flipped me to the ground again. But slid my foot under his, causing him to crash with me.
"You were better off holding back" I grinned at him, and he rolled his eyes flipping onto his feet. I did the same as we stalked each other.
We sent powerful blows at each other, both blocking most of them. He locked me in his arms, sending us to the ground. I used my weight and angled directly to it, kicking off and sending us back up. He fumbled back, allowing me to release my arm, sending my elbow back into his gut multiple times. He grunted, blocking it. I turned swiftly and swing my fist at him, and he ducked. With a blow connecting to my gut, I staggered. As he rushed me, I flipped back quickly. My feet connected to his chin, landing on my knees, smiling up at him. I slid under his legs and used mine to lift and toss him onto the mat. He let out a harsh breath, hitting it.
I clapped slowly.
"Two to one, embarrassing no?" I teased, and he chuckled, flipping towards me. Two blows to the stomach and one to my face, sending me back. My head rang before a smash to my side sent me to the floor.
"No, not really," he shot back, grinning.
The ringing and stinging stopped as I collected myself. I spat blood out the blood that formed in my mouth as I caught the rod he tossed to me. I swirled as I lifted, sending it at him. He blocked it with his, a loud clack echoing. I ducked as he swung at my head, jumping as it slid under me and smash mine down on him.
He rolled back, missing it by an inch.
His fighting differed from the other night, which was more emotional and wild. His style now was smooth and graceful. Calculated and patient. Like a killer. His hair fell onto his face as he looked up at me with a devilish grin.
"You're getting me hot, baby," I cooed before sending another attack. He gracefully moved between them, the sound of the rods smashing and the swishing of our movements filling the air.
"Control yourself, you can burn once you drop to hell" He jumped smashing the rod against mine he was stronger and sent me down, I slid my leg under him, he lost his balance and I used it to flip him, I landed on top of him, sending my fist down on him, a few good blows before he grabbed my wrist head butting me then flipped us, his legs locking me under him his arm on my throat keeping me down. A deafening punch connected with my face.
"I'll only go if you promise to follow," I grinned up at him.
"I'm heading somewhere else"
"I hope there ready for the both of us then"
"You're not welcomed"
"You're my welcoming" I shot back at him, another punch. I chuckled. His eyes darkened, looking down at me.
"Not even God himself can keep you from me"
"You sound like Rose"
"Rose is delusional," I huffed with a smile. He frowned.
"And what are you?"
"You're awakening" I slid my leg from under him, kicking him off with a cocky smile.
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I downed the cold water, watching as he pulled his shirt back on. The bruises I made vanished from my sight, not from my memory.
"I'd call it a tie" He turned to me.
"I kicked your ass," I huffed. He folded his arms.
"The tie was me being generous. I know you people can't handle failure well." He gave a look as he placed the rods back on the stand.
"Just because I enjoy killing doesn't mean I can't handle a loss. Which I didn't take"
"Right"
He pushed the button next to the elevator that notified someone to come clean the room. Very sanitary.
"You're going to take a psych eval" He commented as we waited for the elevator. I rolled my eyes.
"It's tiring when people think they can fix you." We stepped in, and he gave me a look.
"I need to shower first"
"You're trying to avoid it," He sighed.
"no, I'd rather feel clean while someone writes my plan to murder you all," I looked at him with a grin. He didn't find humor in it, I guess.
"There's not enough bleach in the world for that"
I pulled out some clothes as he did a scan of my room. Luis already did that, but I guess he didn't trust his friend's eye that much.
"I'm not hiding a sank under the cabinet Pirate," I said, boredly turning to him. He gave me an eye over his shoulder.
"Hurry up" He folded his arms as he waited for me.
"Not going to join me?" I grinned.
"I'd rather chop my dick off"
"ou, someone's feeling feisty today" I grabbed my towel. "Could I keep it?" I grinned back at him as I entered the bathroom.
Starting the shower, I peeled my clothes off. I could hear him shifting around in the other room. Probably ripping the pillows apart to check for explosives. The warm water felt amazing as it washed the sweat away. Letting it fall over my head, I tilted back with my eyes closed. My invasive thoughts took the relaxing moment against my will.
I wonder what Dad and Lee would think of all this. The Agency, me being here. I wondered if they would agree with what they do. Hell, all I know is that they kill people they're assigned to, like puppets. And justify it by calling it the greater good, or at least that's what my pirate thinks. I wondered if they would've liked him. His uptight, rule-following attitude might've clashed with Lee. Lee was more on the free bird side. That's why we landed in the situations we did. Neither of us was the voice of responsibility. Daddy would've appreciated that, though. My father was by the book. He minded his own and followed rules, but he wasn't a pushover. He knew the difference between working for someone and being owned by someone. That's why I despise the way he acts with Ross.
Out of all my twenty-two years on this earth, the last thing I would ever do is follow blindly and obey someone's every command. It's demeaning, even for someone with morals like me. My father taught me that. If you don't have a mind and will of your own, there is nothing for someone to give their respect to. I missed my father, but a part of me is happy he's gone. Maybe I would've turned out better or worse, I don't know. I'd rather he have those memories of me smiling because he walked through the door than me over a corpse. Selfish, maybe. Maybe if he was still here, Lee would be, too. I'd give anything to see him again. His smile, the way he glared when I made an insensitive joke about his tragic love life. To smell the food he cooked, the hum of the vibrations leaving his body. Those insufferable snores that made me want to rip his nostrils out. Him barking orders at me, knowing I wouldn't listen to most of them. He had a way of reminding me I wasn't alone in the world. While they were here, I never really felt that way. I never cared about being alone.
Maybe because I wasn't. Until now.
Being locked away for two years really makes you realize some things. I was alone, am alone. They never left my mind, but their absence forced me to realize just how much influence they had over it. I don't feel the same. They ripped the people I loved more than my own life from me. I couldn't protect them. Even with the ruthlessness and blood-hungry darkness inside me, I couldn't stop someone who didn't have that from taking them. Maybe it was my karma. The universe knew what I would become and punished the only people I valued more than it all. Maybe the universe wanted me to become this way and took the only people that could keep it at bay. I questioned that a lot. I took loved ones, so maybe it was fair. Maybe I don't deserve to be angry about Lee's death. After my dad, I took out a small gang in the neighborhood. One of them was responsible for it, but they all paid. My first kill was a massacre, but it felt natural. It felt right feeling their lives slip by my will. It wasn't a god complex. I don't feel powerful in choosing if someone lived or died. What felt good was just feeling their existence end, their meaningless life over.
Lee freaked out over it. He was scared, but not of me for me. He feared they would take me from him because of what I did. That's why he let me join his group of 'friends'. It wasn't a gang, but something along the lines, I guess.
"We're about to be late, get out" He banged on the door. I sighed as I cut the water off. Looking at myself in the mirror, I chose not to dry off. My wet hair fell down my back in soft waves. I smirked to myself as I left out the bathroom.
"Took you long enough. What the fuck?" He turned, meeting my naked body.
"Don't act like it's new to you now," I huffed.
"Put the towel over you," He spat, annoyed.
"Why?"
"Novia" he warned.
"Getting aroused?"
"disgusted" He retorted
"Liar" I glared. "I won't keep giving you these warnings" I pulled the towel over me. "You can turn around now," I sighed.
He did, slowly. His eyes unwillingly scanned me. He opened his mouth to speak, and I dropped it again with an amused expression. He glared, turning back around.
"That's not funny"
"Yes, it is," I chuckled. I dried off while he refused to turn around and placed my clothes on.
I walked in front of him. He glared down at me.
"One day you'll give in again"
"Never again" his jaw clenched. I smiled as he began to leave the room, with me following.
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"Tell me about the cult," I demanded as I took in the surrounding forest. We were on a hill in the back of the Hive building. You could see the top of the trees, and the different shades of nature were beautiful. The air felt cleaner and the breeze against my skin brought comfort.
Bane sat next to me with his hoodie pulled up, staring off into the distance.
"It's not a cult" He rolled his eyes. I shrugged as my brush carefully mimicked the curves and twists of my surroundings.
"The agency is called Kumani" He began. "Do you know what that means?"
"Destiny" I answered.
"So it does have a brain," He huffed. I grinned to myself.
"three founding fathers created Kumani. We call them the shadow brothers because no one truly knows their identities. They're so high up even Ross doesn't know their names, let alone what they look like. They have their people come and deliver orders directly from them if needed, but that's only when someone has done something terribly wrong. Like release information about us or break the Laws of this place." He eyed me.
"Sounds like a damn cult," I sighed, dipping my brush into more paint.
"It's been made a point that if the brothers call on you, you're never seen again. Your family, anyone who was even close to you, they disappear, because then you've seen their faces and that is the biggest rule of them all. No one can know what they look like"
"So a cult with ghost stories. How am I supposed to take this seriously?" I grinned at him. "Do you take anything seriously" he deadpanned. "Fair point" I nodded.
"They originally made Kumani to help higher-up families. They were bodyguards and priests and whatever they had to be to keep them safe and an eye out for threats. But the more time they spend with the powerful families, the more they realized just how corrupt and shameful they were. The laws that didn't apply to them were made obvious in front of their protection and one day a group of assigned guards witnessed a family that raped, killed, and erased the history of the father and son one night and it drove them over the edge. They threatened to expose the family and right before they could, they went missing."
I stopped my painting to look at him; he looked distraught at the idea of it all.
"My sensitive boy," I awed.
"Of course, you don't find that sickening," He glared. I flicked my brow at him.
"I think that's terrible. Those people deserve to be annihilated." I hummed. He frowned, turning his body to me and pressing his back against the wall.
"Then why am I sensitive?"
"I've told you I feel things, but I can't with every situation or person. I know what is wrong and right, but emotion doesn't seem to follow most of the time." My lines captured the beauty in front of me.
"Can you feel empathy?" He found himself asking. The curiousness in his voice made me grin.Β
"Yes, rarely. It's just the lack thereof. In most situations where you would feel it, I only get anger or emptiness." I glance at him over my shoulder. "But the times I do are intense rushes, therefore causing a big outburst," I smiled.
"So you're unhinged in every way possible" He shook his head.
"I have flavor," I countered. "But continue"
"The Kumani didn't like that the powerful families thought they could get away with that, that those men and women were just pawns to them and not a gift. So they changed their ways. They made their agents get as much information as they could and when the time was right, they killed the sickest of them all and mailed the information to the families. Threats that if they don't cover it up like a lot of them did to the innocent people's lives that they took or ruined, they would be next, and so on. Over the years, the agency stopped being the guard of these people and turned into their enemies. They slowly slipped into the shadows and vanished from the record because the families wanted to shut them down."
"Our job is to end the corrupted rain of people who abuse their power. We kill those that give us no other options. We get to the people the local police or government can't reach in the public eye, the people who the law just can't stop." His head lifted slightly as he spoke. He was proud of this of what he does.
"What if you kill the wrong person?" I asked blankly.
"We don't," He answered sharply.
"You just don't know that you have," I shrugged, standing. "This place doesn't tell you everything, in order to keep order and keep you all on a strong leash. They need you to believe you do no wrong, that they do no wrong." I stepped back, analyzing my work. "That's how things like this work. They build trust, but not transparency. Ross definitely has a lot of secrets." I looked over at him.
"We all do" I grinned.
"Do you know why I don't allow you to lie to me or me to you, even though you know my intentions and I know your hatred?" I wiped my hands before turning to him. He shook his head, watching me carefully.
"People are taught that you lose trust from people lying, being sneaky, or being conniving. Lying leads to betrayal. If you are oblivious to your betrayer, it's easier to betray you. You know what I want. You ask a question, you get a truthful answer. You want to know about my past? I will tell you because I have no secrets when it comes to you, simply because I made my intentions clear. It's only fair for you to want as much information as you can get about me because of it, just like I will do when my plan to kill you begins. I know what I'm capable of and I know that what I plan to do might not be a good thing, but I stand on it. I don't hide it from you. It wouldn't be fair. How are you expected to defend yourself to the best of your capabilities if you have no information on what's coming for you?" I watched his expression change from irritated to confused.
"The difference between me and your agency is I give you the option of seeing me clearly. Every small bit of information you desire, you can get with one question." I stepped closer to him. He watched my movements with a careful eye. "You know why?" He looked down at me. "Why?" he asked. "I'm not scared that if you come across something you disagree with, you'll lose faith in me, or trust, even loyalty. I'm not scared of showing you everything because I have no desire to take your free will, rather it is you laying down and letting me kill you or you getting all the information you can to use against me to stop it. If I'm confident enough to have the plan to kill you, you knowing everything and being fully aware of me and my intentions, secrets, or lustful thoughts shouldn't affect anything I do but make it more challenging. I may have a 'twisted' mindset but I'm fair to those I respect"
His eyebrow twitched at the last part. I guess he wasn't expecting me to have that respect for him. I do. He stared silently at me.
"Ross doesn't respect you the way he claims," I warned. He squinted at me, but his attention broke as a young voice approached. A gentle and kind expression takes over.
"Dimitri" He smiled. I studied it before he pushed past me to hug the kid. He was younger than most of the people I've seen here so far. He still had his boyish ways. Dark fluffy hair and bright eyes held a light to them.
"How was it, kiddo?" August pulled back, giving him a brotherly punch to the arm. Dimitri smiled brightly.
"It was wild," He exclaimed excitedly. It looked like he was holding all that in just for pirate to hear. The joy that radiated off them both made
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