This author would like to thank everyone who is reading this story. Are you curious about what might be happening next? Is Cynthia only using Juan or are they really dating?
My first thought was that I had to tell someone. My second thought was questioning what I was meant to do. It felt improper to continue watching his scandalous act took place, but I was stunned by what to do. All I knew was this shouldn’t be happening. It was forbidden to have a relationship with an Assassin or Trainer. And yet here I was, witnessing Cynthia making out with Juan.I had to interrupt. It might not be the best thing to do, but what if this was a mock situation? What if I was meant to intervene and stop Cynthia from getting eliminated? Was this my chance to protect her?With all these questions needing to be answered, I could barely make sense of my thoughts. I was a good person, and I good person wouldn’t let something this unfair happen.Right?"Hey, what’s going on?" I asked, emerging from the shadows. I had no weapons or any means to protect myself if Juan’s next motivation was to turn against me. If this was a simulation like I was hoping it was, that should be how
I had no idea who on Earth this Shinee was. By the way, he looked at me, he assumed that I should at least have an inkling. Yet just because I didn’t know who he was at first glance, that didn’t mean that I was not feeling terrified the moment my gaze landed upon him. It didn’t mean I didn’t see something in those strange, lavender-colored eyes that could frighten even the bravest souls. The fact that he was immortal, for starters. No one looked like that, asserting that aura and confidence without being of high power. But what an immortal was doing on a mortal soul was something that baffled me. I eyed Shinee and cast a rather pointed state in Thorran’s direction. "Well, I didn't know this was going to be a party." "Neither did I,” Thorran mumbled in return. His tone was low but being werewolves, we did have our superhearing. Almost instantly, my cheeks flushed bright red. I should have just stayed in that forest. I should have never walked into this cabin. What on Earth was I th
Waking up the morning of the new week left me feeling queasy. There was no way today could go down smoothly. I was convinced that I would be eliminated but when they announced someone else’s name, I was left speechless. I honestly thought it would be me since I had revealed last week between Cynthia and Juan. Now that I wasn’t sent home, I was left up late at night wondering why it was not me. Cynthia has been ignoring me. In fact, she had been ignoring everyone, going cold and distant to even her closest friends. But none of them had glares sent their way when passing her in the hall. Something was up and I had a feeling that it would go down this morning, at the next meeting in the gym. Boy, I was right. Trailing behind everyone, I wandered into the gym, head hung low. At this point, I couldn’t care less what the next part of the competition was. I had an inkling that Juan would keep terrorizing me by giving me the hardest time until I eventually left the competition on my own m
My plan was set for tonight. I'm assuming it won't be difficult to get in, if it's anything like my sects residence. By the first hour of morning, everyone is in the room should be asleep, which leaves the perfect time to put my plan into fruition. Luckily, I was able to sneak the kids - whose name I learned was Jake - room number thanks to a very impressionable girl hanging around the library. Tonight, I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to find out, but hopefully it will keep me in this competition. He seems to always be hiding something, and I'm hoping it's dark and intriguing. Sneaking around the side of the building, I approach the kitchen window. As I expected, after walking past it casually today, it is slightly ajar. Perfect. It doesn't creak nor protest when I prop it open large enough for me to slip through, and onto the sleek linoleum floor. It's perfect for swallowing most of the sound of my footsteps as I step out of the kitchen and into the eating area. And much to
The moment he opens the door I regret everything. What am I thinking? Alpha Thorran trains Silent's, and here I am, trying to distract him with cupcakes while Jake sneaks in. There is no way this is going to work. Not when he in no way wants to see me, and I've snuck out. No matter how I rationalised this in my mind, seeing him makes this all seem incredibly foolish. He appears at the door himself, not having anyone else to do his bidding. Either he doesn't have staff here during the night, or at all. He seems to prefer solitude, and with all his secrets, it makes sense. At the sight of me, he looks visibly startled. Either I woke him, or he was about to sleep, with his shirtless torso and loose pants. Even his hair is mussed. As much as the sight of him elicits some feeling within me I refuse to dwell on, I know I need to appear cool and calm, the script I created still prevalent in my mind. "Hello Alpha," I say quickly, interrupting him before he can question me, or perhaps send
I couldn't move. In sheer shock, I'm left staring at Alpha Thorran's unconscious body slumped backward on the couch. His eyes are rolled back, his mouth parted, hopefully still taking in air. I'm unsure what to do, my entire body shaking in pure fear. What just happened? Is he still alive? I can see his chest moving slightly, but I'm not sure how long that is going to last. Standing up, my legs feel as if they are going to collapse at any moment. If someone walks in, they are going to see my Alpha, looking as if I've injured him myself. A Silent would surely kill me in this moment. I lean my ear over his mouth, hoping to hear his breathing. He still is, but barely, the sound low and soft. Reaching out, I go to check for his pulse. "Don't touch him," a sharp voice utters from the door. I whirl around, and Jake stands there, glaring at me. "If you leave any trace of yourself on him, people will catch you. The Silent's will. They have technology." I place my hand over my heart, sta
I was extremely afraid of where this was going to end. Thorran didn’t turn around to look at me as he was simply leading me away and out of the gym. I stared at his back for the longest time, wishing I could turn and escape from the situation I was being lead into. I was so afraid he was going to drag me into a dark room and force me to admit that I had snuck into his room a few nights ago. Each muscle under his shirt seemed to shift and move under his unreasonably tight shirt, like some kind of taunt. I had no clue what we were doing, all I know, was that I had to get through it. I came here to win, and as much as I had been lead off track knowing Thorran was busy trying to find his lost mother, I wanted to get through this. I want to be an Assassin. Thorran led me into a corridor off the side of the gym. Still, he didn’t utter a single words, not even checking to see if I was following him. Of course, I indeed followed him because what was the other choice. We went into relativ
Brutal.Brutal was the first word that came to mind once those words left his mouth. Initially, there was no way I was about to believe him. As far as I was aware, we weren't even halfway through the competition, so with him saying that I assumed immediately this was some kind of test to gauge my reaction.As serious as Thorran was, I wouldn't put it past him to use this as a test against us all. Swallowing uncomfortably, I lean back in my chair, refusing to look affected by this. I couldn't believe him, and I wouldn't believe him.When I don't react, a small smile comes across Thorran's features, and I'm sure in that moment that I've cracked him. He can't convince me of something too ridiculous."You don't believe me, do you?"Crossing my arms over my chest, I look at him as if he's crazy. He is foolish for thinking he could trick me, considering how many are left in the competition. There is no way each one of us will be offered a position as a Silent. And after what has happened re