*Lilith*

After dinner me, Kelly and Silvia sat on the couch and Silvia told Kelly about her father. She told Kelly the same thing she told me, and I was glad she trusted Kelly enough to tell her about the abuse she suffered.

Of course, Kelly was amazing about it, and after all that, we had a Harry Potter movie marathon. I personally thought the books were better, but that was the case with most books turned into movies.

That night, while I was getting ready for bed, my phone rang. I grabbed it and saw it was Rachel. I honestly didn't expect that she would call me, but I was glad she did. That meant she had news about Steel.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked when I picked up.

"Hello sweetheart, I just wanted to let you know that my dear son has been acting more stressed out these days. He seems more anxious as if there is something he wants but can't get." Rachel said quickly and quietly, and I knew she didn't have a lot of time.

"Alright, thank you very much for letting me know Rachel," I said.

"Of course, and sleep tight!" She said, before cutting the line.

So. Steel was in distress. Good. That mother fucker should have as much stress as possible before he died. But now the thing for me to find out was why he was so distressed. It was probably because of Kelly vanishing though. But I couldn't jump to conclusions.

While I was in bed, I couldn't do anything but think. Sleep alluded me once more, and after thinking about Steel and his motives for almost an hour, I was feeling rather violent. So I decided that tomorrow I would go out to relieve some of my own stress.

The next morning after training and breakfast, all of us were chilling in the lounge room. It was raining today, so we decided to play dart on a dartboard I had on a door. We put on some music and didn't think about all of the shitty things in our lives. Just for a little while.

"Hey, girls?" Silvia asked and I hummed to show I was listening.

"Why don't we go to the cops with the gang and stuff. I mean, it's pretty clear that they're doing fucked up things, even if we don't know what exactly." Ouch, Silvia was kind of out of the loop on that one.

"Silvia, we killed people, I don't know if it's a good idea for us to go report them. Besides don't you think people would have done it before us? Clearly, it didn't work when they did it." Kelly said, and then they both turned to me for my opinion.

"I want to get revenge for something Steel and his little gang has done. But I would rather get revenge on him myself instead of letting some cops deal with it." I said, and they nodded in understanding, not pushing for more information.

"Besides, Kelly has a point, we are murderers now. Don't know if they'll appreciate that." I said grinning, and Silvia laughed.

"Agreed." She said and threw the dart she had in her hand. What Kelly and Silvia didn't know, was that this was part of their training as well. If you were great at darts, it's not that hard to step over to throwing knives. Their aim just had to be good enough.

We stayed there for a few hours, taking turns throwing darts and laughing our asses off for no reason whatsoever.

We had all agreed that school could go to hell. I knew Kyle would probably try and kill me for it, but good fucking luck to him. I realized the entire excuse for me to go to school was such bullshit. And we were all focused on something else for the moment anyway.

After lunch, I trained them even more on self-defense. They were both fast learners and were improving rapidly. Of course, being the people we were, we also had music blasting at full volume while training, and so, that is how we ended up here. Singing Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott at the top of our lungs, and completely forgetting that training was a thing.

"Now I hope this doesn't seem too impolite. But Ted Bundy was just never that fucking bright. He was just sorta charismatic and White alright. And he was so fucking sure he had the right. But he's ugly and I'm glad he's dead. Cuz there was no fucking candle in his pumpkin head" We sang and then we all laughed so hard Kelly had to actually sit down.

That night, we all did our own things. Kelly was on her phone, Silvia was doing the dishes, and I was reading. The series I was reading was my favorite series in the entire world and was called Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas. Mostly because the main character is an assassin as well. This was probably my 4th time re-reading it.

After a few hours, I decided it was time for me to go do my 'thing'. I went to my room and changed into more suitable clothes for murder.

Then I slipped out of the house to go and fuck shit up.

About an hour later, I was sitting at I was pretty sure was the dingiest and most dangerous bar in the city. Luckily for me, I had absolutely nothing to worry about. I had quite a reputation here.

Everything about me was covered, so there was no possible way for anyone to find out who I was. And even if they did find out, they wouldn't live to tell the tale.

The beer was watered down, and I didn't take more than a sip after it was placed in front of me. It wouldn't be smart to get drunk here either way anyways.

The bar was loud. Some people were screaming, some people were blackout drunk and then beat into oblivion for literally no reason but for amusement. There were some pickpockets, and some were just here to do business. And then there were a few, like me, who just came here for a fight.

I didn't usually scoop this low, but I was desperate. It had been ages since my last good fight, and I needed to see some real blood being shed.

People around here already knew who I was. They didn't know that I was Lilith or even the Shadow, but they knew I could fight, and they knew I was dangerous. That was all people needed to ever know about me. And that was all that they would ever know about me.

So here I was. Sitting at the bar. Waiting for some newbie fuckwit to mess up and pick a fight with me. Hopefully, no one had warned them about me yet. I wanted to demonstrate to them that I was not one to mess with. I was honestly such a good teacher. I pat myself on the back mentally.

Ah, there we go. A victim. Yay.

I swiftly grasped the wrist of the man who was trying to take the gold bracket I had left loosely in my pocket. I had left it there on purpose of course, how else was I supposed to get a victim?

I made sure the dim light caught my eyes and locked them on his. He was a tall man, built like a swimmer which was no doubt handy when sneaking away. But there was no getting away from me. His jet-black hair was messy, and he looked almost hot.

There was nothing but the anticipation in his eyes as they stared into my own, probably waiting for me to back down or some shit. Fuck that. I grinned and smashed the glass of beer onto his face. Glass shattered, and the beer covered his entire top half. I knowwwww, it's not that professional, but let me have my fun alright?

He literally screeched like a damn dinosaur, and I laughed a bit. He then tried to punch me, but I ducked and he hit the man next to me. That made the guy who was hit furious, and he ran full-bull mode at the black-haired guy. In the process of doing so, he knocked over some over men as well, and then being the drunk idiots that they were, they all started fighting each other.

I decided this was my moment, and joined the fight. In this place people were too poor to be able to afford a gun, so all the fighting was with bare fists, knives, and daggers. Nice and rough, just how I liked it.

With my two daggers, I joined the small riot. I became the fight, moving elegantly and rapidly.  Nothing could stop the death from falling upon them. I spotted black haired guy right next to me. I slipped my dagger in his gut, and then pulled it back out, focusing on my next victim. The screaming turned up a notch or two, and fists flew.

After my little fun interaction with the clients of my fav bar, I walked back home. I took the long walk, not wanting some random people seeing me covered once more in blood and gore.

I put my keys in the lock, opened the door wide, and went inside. I then closed and locked the door behind me, and took off my covering. Finally some fresh air on my face.

I turned to walk upstairs to shower and go to finally have a nice sleep, but froze.

Kelly and Silvia were standing at the stairs. Both slightly wide-eyed. And both staring at me and my gruesome clothes.

Ah.

Shit.

A/N

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I was writing this in the living room, and when my parents asked me what I was doing, I told them I was slipping a dagger in the gut of some random guy.

Then I clarified that it was not real when they looked at me horrified.

For the ones who are still ignorant, the most innocent people write and read the most wonderful things. heheheh.

Now I admit it isn't that much of a violent scene, but would you all liked it if I added those? Or would you rather have it this way?

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