Prologue

"What did you do?" Amaranth asked harshly as she shoved the knife upwards into the man's stomach gutting him like a fish. She didn't even flinch at the man's warm insides were all around her hand and his blood was soaking her glove.

"I-...I raped her! Then.....I-...I c-c-cut h...er up good!" The politician stuttered and spit up blood staring at Amaranth with hate. Just because I'm in this situation doesn't mean this girl won't pay if I die! His body seemed to be secured well to the ground, due to so much blood loss he was numb everywhere. It hurt like a bitch when he was first stabbed now it seemed the pain was gone but his body was paralyzed.

"It felt so good! To be plea-asured-...d by a be.....autiful t-eeeen like her, T-..t-..th-en t-o..o feel her blood o-o..o-n my hands!" He struggled to speak blood choking him and his vision started to fade black dots appearing from every angle of his sight. I will be avenged! Little girl doesn't know what she's getting into!

Amaranth looked at the pathetic man in disgust, tonight she decided to become an avenging angel. Bored with just killing innocent randoms Amaranth wanted a challenge. However this pathetic excuse on the ground seemed to be easier than most mundanes she's killed. Retracting her knife from the mans stomach, her free gloved hand wrapped the bloodied knife in a cloth and placed it back into her jacket. Putting her moist glove into one of her pocked Amaranth left the worthless body on the ground in an ally and walked away. She was completely oblivious to the fact that she was being watched and followed.

Slayer was on a mission to kill Paul Venus, hired by the family of the girl he had assaulted. Venus was a well known politician, business man, and family man. No one knew the dark secret that would forever ruin his reputation. Instead of making Paul's entire family pay for his sin by ruining his reputation and theirs, the Darcy family wanted Paul dead, mysteriously murdered. But as Slayer closed in on his mark a raven haired adolescent got to Venus before him. Interest sparked as he watched this raven haired chick walk out of the ally like she did nothing wrong. He was there watching as Amaranth interrogated the man just for fun and confirmation before just leaving him with a sad death. Venus seemed to have had a quicker death than the teenager planned. Not that it hurt any less.

Amaranth walked pass all of the city scene and onto a nearby forest trail that couldn't even be described as a trail. She had memorized the route but it looked nothing close to something that was used everyday besides the squished plant here and there. Following the path for about twenty minutes Amaranth finally reached her destination, a river hidden deep in the forest just outside of the urban setting. Pulling out her knife she began to clean the knife and her glove. Just a quick rinse off till she could get home to properly clean her tools. She didn't spend much time torturing the politician because he was just plain pathetic, and not worth toying with.

Slayer decided to make himself known, not at all surprised that the girl didn't realize he had been following her. It didn't take long for him to realize Paul wasn't her first kill. He concluded by her stoic facial expression with a slight hint of amusement in her eyes that she's killed before. Not to mention the way she walked out of the ally casually after just murdering a well known man. "You seem like you know what you're doing. That wasn't your first kill, now was it?" He spoke up throwing Amaranth off, startling her to the point where she almost cut her hand that was washing her blade.

Turning her attention to the dark figure, the moon light shown it was a man with light brown hair. "No it wasn't I hunt around here testing out my parents weapons and bringing home something to cook." Amaranth answered Slayer's question as if it wasn't a murder, she was out here in the woods hunting an animal.

"Don't lie, I saw the whole thing. Besides if you were really hunting for dinner where is your catch hm? ..I'm not here to turn you in, rather I have a proposition for you." Slayer smiled very much amused at how well this girl would fit into Merodach Academy. She's an excellent liar, emotionally stable to handle killing people, not to mention she know's how not to get caught. Slayer was sure he could blackmail this girl into becoming an assassin, a hit man, or even a cleanup.

"Obviously I nicked my prey good, just not good enough since it got away......" Amaranth rolled her eyes, deciding to acknowledge his little 'proposition' statement. "Suppose I did kill someone and not an animal tonight. What's in it for me?" Amaranth asked her face changing from rude to humorous as she laughed, masking her curious yet cautious emotions. She was not at all willing to just spill the fact that she was a serial killer. I've been killing for a few years now, this man isn't gonna stop that. Amaranth saw this man as a huge threat, not to her life, more towards her reputation. She was the good girl straight A's Co-captain of the Varsity Volleyball team, never misbehaving...Unless you count my night activities.

"Well how would you like to be taught to better you're body and mind as a weapon, even get paid for it?" Slayer asked getting right to the point. Amazed at how well this girls acting skills were. She's real mouthy too. Slayer made a mental note not to let this little girl get under his skin. He was pretty sure if she wanted annoy him or even infuriate him into irrational thinking she could. A talent all kids have these days. Suddenly Colton came to mind That boy and his damn mouth.

"Like a hit man....Or an assassin?" Amaranth's speaking seemed to break Slayer out of his thoughts. Interesting Mr. John Wick over here is a daydreamer. Amaranth thought about what Slayer was saying, besides mocking him in her head. Amaranth realized that the thought of being a hitman or an assassin did appeal her a lot more than it should have. The curiosity was genuine in the tone of her voice. She played with her blade in the river her gloved hand and knife clean.

"Yes something like that." Slayer nodded, not ready to tell her everything just yet. I'll save that for the orientation.

"Interesting.....What if I don't agree?" Amaranth sat on the ground crossing her legs like an Indian and watching the man closely. She played with her knife stabbing it into the ground over and over. Toying with her knife as she studied Slayer, from his stance to his facial expressions and the rest of his body language. There is some sort of confidence in the way he holds himself that isn't like normal.

"If you don't agree I can get you put behind bars, or even kill your family. I suggest you play nice with me little one. I also suggest you not lie to me, I can tell when a little amateur like you is lying." Slayer sat himself on the ground after putting his guns down so it wasn't uncomfortable when he plopped himself down.

"What do you want from me?" Amaranth narrowed her eyes at the mans threat. She sat on edge, her back rigid and her fingers gripping her knife tightly.

"I want you to answer my questions, and then you will follow my instructions." Amaranth rolled her eyes at what Slayer told her, How cliche.

"First things first, what's your name?" Slayer asked preparing for a long conversation with his soon to be recruit.

"My names Amaranth Sivige. What's your name?" She sighed bored and yawned a little sleepy.

"I am Slayer. How old are you Amaranth?" He was still studying her, and noticed the way she snickered when he told her his name.

"How ironic Slayer..I'm 16." Amaranth found it very entertaining that the man who kills people for a living's name was Slayer. "So did your parent purposely name you, knowing you'd make a fine killer?" A smirk started to form on her lips as she taunted him.

Slayer didn't pay any more attention to Amaranth's childish behavior besides a simple eye roll. Instead he continued asking his questions. "How long and how many have you killed?"

"I started eradicating the human species at 13, I don't know how much I've done away with, too much to count. I go out almost every night, and satisfy my blood thirst. For me killing people is like squishing a bug, pest control, neutralizing the ever growing population. I think you get my point." She shrugged still bored, using as many metaphors as she could to make her point.

"Why do you kill? Normal people hesitate to take a life you don't. Heck I even hesitated to take my first life, I was older than you too." Slayer was prying, needing to solve his curiosity, some are just born killers others can be turned. He hasn't met anyone that could take a life so easily.

"I kill to feel. There's just something about being in control of someone's life that just makes you feel so alive. Its empowering, I like testing the weapons I make on people too." Amaranth shrugged, knowing Slayer probably didn't understand her power hungry drug.

"How are you able to make these weapons?" He had to admit Amaranth would only be the second sociopath/psychopath the Academy had, out of its 50 students that is.

"My parents make weapons for a living, its a family business. Have you ever heard of the Sivige Blacksmiths?"

Slayer asked many more questions and told Amaranth it would be best she learn to trust him, he would be like her big brother and protector at the Academy. He would look after her and accompany her on missions to make sure they go smoothly, even though he studied Amaranth enough to know she's total OCD so nothing could go wrong.

"Here's how this is gonna work. You will be receiving a letter saying you have an invitation to Merodach Academy your parents will probably enjoy the cover of the school. You will look at the pamphlet and tell your parents you accept the invite." Slayer made sure he spoke slowly and clearly, he watched as Amaranth took in all the information.

"What happens if I don't pass the Academy?" Amaranth stupidly asked knowing it impossible she's a genius.

"If you don't pass you get sent to a lower division, there they will decide if you get a second chance or we cut you completely which is basically death." Explaining everything the best he could. Most if their students did get cut, everyone at the school knew when it happened too.

Amaranth was trying to take everything in. She didn't care if she died, so the thought of getting cut didn't terrify her like it should have. There was a conclusion that Amaranth came to in her head. "I don't get to object do I?"Slayer just shook his head explaining. "Now that you know, I'd have to make it so you expire right here, right now. Besides what kind of killer would turn down this kind of offer??" Again his curiosity was peaked why would she want to object.

"I guess you'll have to kill me then." Amaranth looked Slayer dead in the eye she was dead serious. "I pick my victims, who I want, when I want, and I don't take orders." She spoke dangerously calm her knife in her hand still being toyed with.

"Maybe I won't kill you then, I'll just turn you in. Expose to the world what you really are. Bet your parents would be real proud." Slayer smirked as Amaranth's lips parted lost for words. "Who's gonna believe you in the nut house? That everything I told you is the truth? huh?" Slayer knew he won, his smirk widening when Amaranth stayed quiet and glared hatefully at him.

"I'll take my chance. Who knows maybe my reputation will make crazies like me purchase weapons from my parents. Business will prosper." Amaranth looked smug and satisfied with her conclusion. If I end up I'm the nut house I'll escape and go AWOL for a while.

"You don't actually believe that bullshit do you?" Raising an eyebrow Slayer stared at Amaranth learning she hates to lose. Now she's just being real pathetic."I'll get my way one way or another." Amaranth shrugged ending the conversation with Slayer and preparing to leave.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 28.05.2015

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