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I'll Fight Till the Day I'm Free From You~

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avatar CaelChan
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Level 49 : Master Sweetheart
So it's my entry for Ohhithere1543's round 2 of the writing comp
I was going for originality so EHH
Word Count: 1659

Part 1:

My leg jittered uneasily against the floor as I stood waiting to pass through inspection. After all, there was a scant possibility that my position could be traced. The guard approached me and I attempted to appear nonchalant, twirling a lock of my dyed onyx hair. My skin tingled where hidden blades pressed against my skin, two in my boots, a pair in my pants and another strapped on my inner arm. I wasn’t concerned with them setting off any metal detectors, specially crafted to repel any metallic sensors. That was one thing I would miss, the advanced technology that came with being a piece of the most elite killing organization in America.

The guard eyed my form but waved me on as I stepped through the detector. He was relatively young and must have been in the high early twenties. Inexperienced, but strong. If things went awful, ending him would be a problem. Corrupt officials were one thing, the innocent youth was another. I mentally prayed there wouldn’t be a mishap. When no alarm sounded, I let out a mental sigh of relief. Another obstacle conquered.

I moved, snatching my backpack and shoving the various items that were required to be removed when passing through the screening into my pockets. I turned to depart, but a hand clamped down onto my shoulder. I schooled my features into neutrality Years of guidance had molded me into a top class actor, able to mask my intentions with the faintest thought. I twirled around a pleasant expression on my face.

“Er, miss?” His eyes darted around hesitant, unsure where to land on my form. Had I gone too far in my disguise? Dying my strawberry blond hair hadn’t been a challenge, but everything that came after it did. I had managed to persuade Fridge to forge me an identification, of an olive-skinned, full beauty. Creating my image to mask the ID had been a more prominent obstacle, one that took me over a month of trial and error to master. By now, my face appeared slightly flushed, wide innocent doe eyes to enhance the effect of someone harmless. I had contoured my sharp cheekbones into a fleshier, more full version. Hazel contacts itched against my eyes, cloaking my startling aqua irises. The tanning machine had been a tad more difficult to perfect, but it was close enough. I could fabricate an excuse.

“Can I help you?” My voice rang out, light and airy. That had been a hassle to adjust, train me to avoid the harsh grate, the snide snarkiness that had previously coated my voice. Overall, a full transformation to erase my previous identity as Amaryllis Yema, Secret Zero, Second in command of the New York Mafia.

The guard’s hand slightly shook as he pulled out a pen and a pad paper, writing something. After a moment he ripped it from the pad and thrust it in my direction, face beet red. “You’re really pretty,” he mumbled. I glanced down at the parchment, taking in the phone number that stared back at me. He bolted, returning to his post.

My mouth tugged upwards into a half smile. I had forgotten how it felt to be hit on, to be targeted without an ulterior motive other than to manipulate me. I could get used to this.

I sipped on my black coffee, eyeing the clock that hung against the far wall. Any minute now, I would board onto my flight, finally escaping my life. Freedom was so close, I could taste it. No more running from mercenaries, second-guessing each person I passed, laying false trails so he couldn’t find me. I clenched my fists beneath my jacket, covering a faded indigo dress etched in stars. If only she weren’t dead, my dear child. If only you could have seen what I had become.

All aboard flight 432 to California, please board now.” The shrill sound of the intercom blasted through the domed building and I rose, gathering my bag and dumping my coffee.

The process it took to reach my economy seat was swift and uneventful, and soon I was seated, a window to my left and an open seat to my right. First class was preferred, but I couldn’t afford luxuries as before.

I let loose I quiet sigh, settling into my seat and closing my eyelids. A few moments, then I would free.

Part 2:

I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until a hand shook my shoulder, along with a quiet murmur. “My my Flower, you’ve grown sloppy. Shouldn’t you have woken the moment you sensed me?”

The blood in my veins chilled and the pit of my stomach felt like it was dropping to the far land below. There was only one person in the world who would know my pet name. I silently prayed it wasn’t who it was and opened my eyes.

“What do you want.” I snapped. Not a question, but expectancy. That’s how Zayden Locke played. He was king, and we were his pawns. And to him, I was his queen.

“No tears? No, I missed you? Where have you been this last year?” He goaded.

I took a moment to answer. This was a mind game, a test to see where I stood. “I suppose,” I began, “I could greet you by slicing your throat open.” Indeed, my hands itched to reach for my knives, but I withheld them. I knew his strengths. After all, Zayden and I had practically grown up together.

He made a clicking sound in the back of his throat. “But you wouldn’t dare. Not in front of these civilians, nor until you discern my intent.” Ah. A play at power, a peek at his advantage I didn’t miss the smugness in his voice, nor fail to notice how the staff hovered by, concealing our little exchange.

“I suppose you wouldn’t beg for what you desire. Out with it then.” I replied calmly. Keep my reactions hidden. Test the waters, see if it’s safe to swim, or if a tide would drag me out to sea. But a declaration that I would not go down without a fight.

His eyes twinkled but he leaned back, pondering. “Then you’d be right. I have come to collect a dear someone that has run away from me.”

I suppose that’s what I was. Nothing more than a disobedient pet who had defied his master. “And if I refuse?”

“Now that would complicate things, just in the slightest. But what if I told you that at a mere command, I will shoot every passenger on this plane?”

I struggled to school my face into neutrality. My eyes met his, those unrelenting irises one green and one blue. He looked so innocent, windblown cocoa hair and fair skin. A typical young adult, figuring out life. That is, until you looked closer, at the tightness around his eyes, the creases on his forehead, the sense of superiority that seemed to move with his every step. I took it all in, his posture, clothing choice of a tee and jeans. The way his hands were perfectly still. He was in control.

His claim wasn’t impossible. There was a good chance most of the staff, including the pilot, was under his influence somehow. Maybe even a personal minion.

Was Zayden that inhumane, willing to kill so many lives just for mine? I stared into those eyes, attempting to read something, anything. I was pinned, my compassionate side at war with the taste of freedom. Gather information then plan my move, that’s what I needed to do.

“Why?” I demanded. “Why waste so many resources on me? I’m not your property, not after-” my voice faltered as he brushed a hand against my cheek, fingers lingering.

“You will always be mine.” he purred. “We grew up together. Training. Fighting. Murdering.” His eyes gleamed. ”Flower, you were raised to be my counterpart, my queen. Nothing will change that.”

A surge of anger rushed through my system. “I had a child, Zayden. With another man. And you killed her.” My voice was hushed, solemn. “That opened my eyes to things, to the way we live is plain wrong. Why can’t you see that?”

“A child with that barbarian, a mere peasant. Such vermin should never be born, a mixed youngling with the blood of a queen and a commoner in her veins.” He cocked a smile on that deadly beautiful face. “If you were concerned, I had him dealt with accordingly.”

Fast as lightning I drew a dagger, intent to “deal” with my lover’s murderer. Unsurprisingly he intercepted my attack, catching my wrist mid-swing and twisting it so I hissed, releasing my weapon. The dagger fell into his outstretched hand.

“Such a lovely blade. Did you know, I made sure that the peasant’s death was torturous? No, of course, you didn’t. The news never reached your ears.” His voice was taunting, a simple reminder that I was powerless.

“The peasant had a name.” I raged, struggling against his grip. “Vance Patel. A man who I’ll love, no matter what you do.”

He slapped me. Hard. “You’re mine. Never speak of another in that manner. Or someone will pay.”

The sting of his palm fed into the fire of my rage, but some practical part of me holding it in check. His eyes were crazed. Perfect hair askew, body taut. I sucked in a breath. A possessive psychopath, that’s what he was. I relaxed my arm and he let it drop. No, I would never win with brute force. At least I had an inkling as to what unnerved him. I had to play this smart.

Zayden was the king of deceit, sitting on a throne of lies. I knew firsthand how to play his game. But after all, it took two to tango.

I brushed a lock of hair behind my ear and smiled sweetly. “Of course, my love.”

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  • aeryl
  • Level 33
  • Artisan Unicorn
  • February 21, 2018, 7:30 am
you are like, sOO goood at writing
  • CaelChan
  • Contest Judge
  • Level 49
  • Master Sweetheart
  • February 21, 2018, 8:32 am
.o. Thankss!! <33
  • Cib
  • Forum Moderator
  • Level 36
  • Artisan Pixel Painter
  • February 20, 2018, 6:12 pm
Absolutely astounding! So gripping and incredibly written. If I may ask, apart from practice, what courses have you, if any, have you partaken in? Or are you just a natural writer?
  • CaelChan
  • Contest Judge
  • Level 49
  • Master Sweetheart
  • February 20, 2018, 6:18 pm
Not really anything actually. I possibly grew my love for writing with the fact that I love to read, and probably absorbed things by reading from so many authors. But no, no classes apart from mandatory story writing assignments for English class.

But I'm glad you like!
  • Mangled
  • Level 54
  • Grandmaster Herobrine
  • February 20, 2018, 10:46 am
ahhh you're so amazingggggg
teach me the way
  • CaelChan
  • Contest Judge
  • Level 49
  • Master Sweetheart
  • February 20, 2018, 12:03 pm
Ahhh thanks!!
practice practice practice :3

do I know da wae
  • uncertainty
  • Level 15
  • Journeyman Artist
  • February 19, 2018, 4:59 pm
  • CaelChan
  • Contest Judge
  • Level 49
  • Master Sweetheart
  • February 19, 2018, 5:06 pm
  • SmolFairy
  • Level 10
  • Journeyman Toast
  • February 19, 2018, 4:41 pm
NOOOOOOOOO poor Amaryllissssssss Stop HIIIMMMMMMMMMM ::Explodes::
  • CaelChan
  • Contest Judge
  • Level 49
  • Master Sweetheart
  • February 19, 2018, 5:06 pm
O noes explosions o-O
  • 0514
  • Level 40
  • Master Elf
  • February 19, 2018, 3:52 pm
Dang, you’re good. I’ve tried writing, I can’t do it.
Amazing! I love it, great job!
  • CaelChan
  • Contest Judge
  • Level 49
  • Master Sweetheart
  • February 19, 2018, 3:59 pm

noo u can do et it with much practice it took me many years to get this far x-x

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