Chapter 19
ANNEX
I stretch out my shoulders, a deep yawn pulling at my lips as I make my way through the old building.
Creed had us spend the entire weekend searching the forest area around the academy for the masked ninja we saw Friday night. Which meant no more time in the ring.
My bet was on it being a chick. With that small frame it had to be.
The others thought it was a guy, but I knew better. Knowing where to hit and stab and cause the most damage was my specialty. So knowing anatomy and body portions were a must. Even with the dark lighting, I could see those curves.
But fuck she was fast. Even outrunning Mal and Ez. And those blades…I wouldn’t mind a one on one with those sharp fuckers.
I wonder if she knows how to properly use them? I guess if I find her, I’ll be able to find out.
It’d be a nice change from all the weak assholes in the ring. None of them were lasting as long anymore, but somethings better than nothing, right?
My fists itched to break some bones and feel the crimson liquid drip through my fingers. To see the tremor in my opponents eyes as they meet my own and to hear that sweet symphony of agony. Just. For. Me.
And Morgan had been fine. Bar a couple of papercuts and getting spiked, she had no lasting problems.
Unfortunate . Cause’ Creed had looked like he wanted to raise the academy and watch it burn. What a pretty show it would’ve been.
I wouldn’t wish pain on Morg, she was Creed's sis and practically family, whatever that meant , but still…such a pity.
I make my way through the hallway, faces are downcast with bodies shifting to the side.
Everyone in this shitty school bored the fuck out of me. I whip out my blade, sliding my finger across the tip as a couple of gasps ring out to the side of me.
Wimps .
They were all complete pussies in this school, all scared of a little blood.
The bell rings and I watch as the plebs scurry their way to class.
When they’re all gone, I slowly head to the stairway.
I hated classes, so boring and annoying, but Creed wants us all to search for the ninja chick. He says she might have answers to questions he wanted to know.
Creed. Such a controlling dickhead, but well, every group needed at least one didn’t they?
He even told me I could ‘play’ with her if she doesn’t talk. And I don’t discriminate.
Doesn’t matter to me if you’ve got a dick and balls, or pussy. Torture is my playtime and I’m all for the equality.
I’m heading up the stairway but freeze when I hear a familiar voice on the staircase above me. I lean a little further out, following the ballsy voice.
Red.
She stands tall, her little blue eyes narrowed and plump rosy lips set in a straight line.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for a bite of them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone being pissed off look so hot.
Her hair flutters on her little shoulders as wind passes in from the windows around her. My fingers itch at my sides wanting to fist it in my hand and give it a hard yank.
I bet she’d even like it.
“That right?” Her tone is cutting, her gaze turning colder toward whatever asshole is beside her.
Oh, little Red was pissed alright. I could tell, cause she’d given me that sexy tone before.
I lean further out, trying to watch the show I’m sure she’d give me.
“You’re lucky I was even willing to take a bitch like you out.”
A low voice barks at her, another chuckling beside her.
I grip the railing and stare at the dickhead trying to get in little Red's face.
The stupid dick has dark brown greasy hair and an ugly face. One I’m gonna help him reconstruct very soon. The prick sneers at her, while the other asshole begins pacing around her, then he stops behind her.
Now I’m no gentleman, far from it in fact, and I usually couldn’t give two fucks about the shit others did around me, but something about those two pricks surrounding her made the dark little voice in my head scream murder.
I grab the railing with my other hand, ready to jump up the floor in one swift move and take some sweet retribution, when suddenly I hear a crash and hard grunt.
I freeze and look up.
The sneering prick is no longer smiling, he's bent over gasping for air, his eyes wide and face now pale.
The other asshole grabs Red from behind, but in one quick move, she thrusts her head back and slams it into his nose. Beautiful.
Blood splatters down his face as he falls back and wails in pain. Little bitch.
I watch on as Red crouches over dickhead number one who's still gasping on the floor.
“You think you can do whatever you want, don’t you?” She grabs him by the chin, forcing him to meet her face. “Well not anymore.”
She grips him tighter, her voice almost a low growl. “That little ruse of yours stops now. Or the only drinks you’ll be sipping, will be through a straw. Permanently. Am I clear?”
He whimpers, nodding his head. And I have to bite back the small groan wanting to leave my lips. I shift to the side and adjust the growing boner in my pants.
Red was seriously hot when she was angry. And fuck I wasn’t into S&M, but the thought of those narrowed eyes and plump lips uttering orders, or those tiny hands scraping across my chest drawing blood… yep , I was hard.
Shuffling and groans from above me pull me back from my thoughts, just in time to hear a door close.
“Fucking whore .” Prick number two bites out while holding his bloody nose.
Or should I call him unlucky number two ? ‘Cause neither of these dickheads were walking out of this hallway without either of their bones broken or blood seeping from every pore.
I saunter up the steps, a dark grin stretching my lips.
“What do we have here?”
They must know shits about to happen, ‘cause when they see my face they both go pale and silent, the little whites of their eyes beginning to shake as I close in on them.
I look toward prick number two's hands, the ones he used to grab Red.
Well, they're gonna have to be broken.
Who the fuck did he think he was to be touching her in the first place?
“Unfortunately for you boys,” I crack my knuckles as they both gulp. “You fucked with the wrooong one today.”
They open their mouths to protest, just as I lunge toward them, slamming my fist from face to face, everything blurring around me as their blood coats my hands.
Seems school wouldn’t be as boring as I thought. Especially with Red around to play with.