a simple, straight-forward mission, easy come, easy go, shapeshift in, shapeshift out. as of late, birds had become chanwoo’s favorite mode of transportation, the perfect ride to avoid the public eye, and after sneaking into the modern high-rise, the rest should’ve become history. rather, what could go wrong? built for this, breed for this, stealth became an instinct. but just as he watched his friend stir from his chloroform-induced-nap, he heard … something.
an all black ensemble blended with the night’s cloak of darkness, hiding where he could see them, but they couldn’t see him. or rather … she couldn’t see him. a flick of an eyebrow as he slid his mask over his ears and across his face, his hand found the semi-automatic stowed behind his back. how stupid. that’s all that crossed his mind as the stranger barely flinched at the puzzle before her; she was stupid. foolish. new? cute, with an admirable taste in daggers, but foolish.
“ yeah, not happening, “ arose from seemingly nowhere, as suddenly, unknowingly, he shifted to stand behind her, pistol flush against her skull. safety off, finger along the handle, the trigger lay ignored, in hopes the intimidation was near enough. he scanned his thoughts; aegis? amaranthine? venor? her face and figure were unrecognizable, though he doubted any connection to veritas. they were simply a different kind, as chan enjoyed saying. “ let me guess … “ he tapped the muzzle of the gun to her head, inhaling and exhaling. “ amaranthine? assassin? and you’re late to the party. “
the size difference was striking, the shadow of his figure looming over hers even among the dark shadows. no matter what, this man had to leave alive. the chairman owed his dues, and it seemed he owed more than just to invictus. his gut clenched; he refused to kill her. supernatural blood on his hands, along with igniting a fire within her own alliances. politics exhausted his thoughts, but he had to play the game now. it was his job. “ dagger down, “ he nearly commanded, voice steady and calm, gun still prepped in his right hand.
expected and not surprised but at the same time, reckless. she knew and should’ve done better. why would someone just leave their subject alone ? no━the right question would be why did she come in without making sure that she was alone ? foolish, foolish, foolish little girl. not just her, but he was too for death was both a curse and gift to her. no, no, no. death did not scare her one bit. if she were killed today, it would be a gift easily given out to her, to easily kill the curse of her getting her hands tainted with blood. her mother and brother was dead and so there was no one else she could still live for. if there was anything, she was willing to die for amaranthine if it meant to finish her mission. the only thing was ... she didn’t feel like it today.
a scoff slipped her lips, a venomous smile growing on her lips and the grip on her dagger only grew tighter. ❝ what a way to make your entrance and what a way to spoil my fun. ❞ maybe that was what pissed her off even more? the hindrance from her almost kill. ❝ none of your fucking business. again, none of your fucking business, and no, you came too early, because just like what they say, a queen is never late. ❞ she had no plan in holding back, no plans in following his orders. who the hell did he think he was ? if he wanted to kill her, he can very well do so, but she’d make sure that her prey for the day was killed before he could pull the trigger. the small blood trickling down the man’s neck was enough to prove her point. ❝ how about a bargain ? ❞ her other way of having fun; manipulating, controlling the whole situation.
❝ so, here’s the bargain. put your gun down first, and i’ll put my daggers down. ❞
uncertainty filled up her mind, she wasn’t sure if he was going to agree or not. hopefully, he does or she’ll have to fight her way of his grasp. the way his body towered her petite body was enough to warn her of the difficulty and knew it was not going to be easy. still, she’d try. she faced men who were almost as big as him anyways, didn’t go well as much as she thought it would, but it would not change the fact that she won━barely ... with a lot of bruises and scars. that’s when she knew, she needed to train and work hard even more. ❝ what’s it going to be, love ? guns off, daggers down. you have my word. ❞