I CAN still remember the day I was recruited by Master Lin. He came to get me in person, choosing to walk through the storm that appeared that night, wind practically hurdling throughout the streets only to pick me up and take me under his wing.
I could never remember what I did, but I remember looking at the limp bodies in front of me, blood everywhere in the room- floor, walls, kitchen counters and dining table. I couldn't lift my eyes from my stained and tainted hands as every inch was covered in my victim's blood. My clothes were dirty and damp with their blood when Master Lin came through my house door to find me in the corner of the kitchen, my hands steadily calm as I flipped them from front to back.
It would of been traumatizing for anyone to see that much blood in one room, however for me, I didn't even blink at the sight until I saw Master Lin's black shoes stand in front of me. From that day, we never spoke of my actions and he never forced me to.
I was grateful for that, yet he recently placed me in therapy when I told him I black out on most of my physical altercations with people. I guess I should've shut up.
Though, because of me bringing back Marcus, Lin is letting me miss most of my therapy session for today to show Marcus around. I tightened the grip on my books as I left my locker, getting ready for my third class of the day- AP Black Arts. Apparently, he has lunch the same time as everyone else and I used to have lunch until they banned me and kept me in Mr.Geller's office. I walked into the classroom and seen all the kids I don't talk to before seeing him.
He sat behind my seat and was so into his notebook that he didn't notice me until I sat down in front of him, "Hey." He called out, but I chose to ignore him, "Hey, Brynn." He then tapped my shoulder, "Brynn."
I turned in my seat to look at him, already watching his lips curl into a smile when I give him my attention. Though I soon meet his eyes and give him a look, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, you can. You can help by being the only decent person here and talk to me," He suggested, "Everyone from that mission is ignoring me- well besides Billy. Please, you can't pretend like you don't know me either."
I sigh and twirl the pen in my hand, "Did Lin tell you I was helping you around school during lunch?"
"No, I haven't seen him all day." He told me and as if on cue, Master Lin walks into class and everyone quickly takes their seats and snap their heads toward the front of the room. I did the same because no one could disobey him.
Class wasn't as bad as usual, besides the fact that Lin gave Brandy a bloody nose and declared that we have to kill someone for tonight's assignment. My heart dropped at his words because it had to be someone that deserves to die.
All the people I wanted dead are already dead.
Soon lunch came around and I went to the cafeteria to stand in front of Marcus, "Ready?"
"Um, yeah." He quickly picked up his books and his bag, following me out of the cafeteria, "So can you explain to me why nobody is speaking to me?"
"One reason is because-"
"Wait, there's more than one?" He interrupted and I gave him a look.
I then huff as we turned down another hall, before repeating, "One is because of what you did. They figure that you're a challenge to be dealt with or that your actions can't be true- like you killing a bunch of people was a lie," I told him, before looking around to see everyone looking at us, or maybe just him, "Second reason is because we have groups."
"Groups?" He wondered, "Like cliques or something? Like those cheesy drama movies?"
"Yup, and seeing from how you've been treated so far," I paused, to look at his already messed up uniform, "I'm guessing no one really wants you in their clique."
"And what group are you apart of?" He asked me and I smirked when we step outside into the courtyard.
"It's called the Antisocial Loser club," I responded, "It's a small group. Only consists of one person; me."
He chuckled, "Got room for one more?"
I raise a brow at him, amusement on my face, before looking out to the courtyard, "This is where some people like me enjoy to hang out. It's quiet, isolated and it doesn't involve gangs like Chico."
He looks down at his shoes, "You heard about that?"
"Honey, the whole school heard about that." I scoffed, but then realized I called him 'honey'. I wanted to slap myself. I then let out a soft laugh, choosing to move on, "First day and you are already gonna get yourself killed. No ones really gonna miss you to give you a funeral."
He gasped, "Not even you? I thought I was your honey?"
I refrained myself from smiling, "Nope, Billy can do it though."
He playfully rolled his eyes and pushed me lightly, "Billy has other things to worry about, like his hair or cleaning his skateboard."
"Yeah, I guess I'm just gonna have to put you in a ditch somewhere." I shrugged.
"Speaking of putting someone in a ditch," Marcus started off as we were leaving the courtyard, "Any ideas on who you want to kill?"
I think about his question, "Not really, but I was thinking about this guy, Arthur, who tried to force himself on me with I was twelve and in camp."
"How old was he?"
"Almost 18, I believe." I answered honestly, "He's done it to countless times to other girls at the camp and nobody reported it.." I then look up at him, "You?"
"Some man at the shelter camp," He told me, "He killed a lot of people and he's ruthless."
"Sounds like he's a good recruitment." I joked, but he gives me a look before smiling.
"Yeah, he could definitely take my place." He joked back, a brief laugh escaping from his lips as we walked upstairs toward the roof, "So why did Lin choose you to show me around?"
"I don't know," I shrugged, before looking at him, "Why, you don't want me around?"
He shook his head, "No, that's not it. It's just that, isn't this taking away from your lunch?"
"Not really," I told him, "They replaced my lunch with therapy after I stabbed a kid in the legs with a fork."
His eyes widened, "Wow, that's uh-"
"Homicidal?" He hesitantly nodded, "Lin was gonna kick me out of the school until I told him I have black outs."
"You don't remember what you did?"
"Nope," I sighed, "I don't usually remember my kills. Only the aftermath."
"But last night-"
"Every last bit of it and I can't forget it," I forced a smile when I open the door to the roof, already seeing Billy, Lex and Petra, "Perks of being a killer, I guess."
"New kid!" Billy yelled as he rode across on his skateboard, his green mohawk instantly grabbing my attention as he smiled at me, "Brynn, my favorite sociopath!"
"Stop talking about yourself, Billy." I glared and then look at Marcus, "Lin told me that I can only miss some of my therapy for today, so Billy can be your tour guide for the rest, right Billy?" I glanced at Billy, watching him fall on his ass only to toss me two thumbs up.
"I guess I'll see you later?" Marcus wondered and I nodded.
"Yeah, that's if Billy and his goons don't kill you." I chuckled as I left to go downstairs and toward Geller's room. I entered his room, to see him at his desk, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
He looks up at me and grins, "Ms.Reynolds. Shall we begin?"
I forced another smile as I walked inside and sit down in his patient chair. I sat up straight and crossed my legs, so he would give me his undivided attention, "Whenever you're ready, Mr.Geller."
"Okay, so what's on your mind today?" He asked, "How are you feeling today?"
I then grew a wicked smile, "I'm doing great today because I have only thing on my mind."
He furrowed his brows at me, "Which is?"
I leaned forward in my seat and intertwined my fingers, my smile still resting on my face as he started at me with curiosity, "Today, I'm going to kill the man that molested me."