Several days had passed since Alex had swollen in her room and took off with nothing but her sword.
His sword.
With red eyes and dirty tracks running down her face from dirt and sweat and tears all mixing together, she looked to the sky far away from everything.
I have to make a decision.The thought sent shivers down her body, unrelated to the cold air and snow around her.
At the howl of wind cutting through the mountain side, Alex made her choice.
She needed to talk to them.
And since she couldn't find
him even if she tried, which she had for years, that left Rox to be first.
With a sigh and a wipe of her face, Alex began the journey back down.
Four days after timeskip
Alex looked across the City as her phone practically exploded with messages. Her face was a mixture of nothing and everything at once, giving it an off balance look.
Where are you? We need to talk.
Looking back at the cityscape for a moment, Alex pulled out the bulky thing Guilt had given her.
It's happening. Whatever it is.... It's happening.
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Lucky - The Hunt Continues
It had taken her days to properly locate the target, and then fully integrate herself into his class. She didn't even know what it was about, but she felt it was going to be the easiest way to get him alone and keep tabs on him until it was time to strike.
And that time was now.
On the guise of receiving tutoring, Lucky has finally managed to get the sick bastard alone.
With some doing, she'd even managed to set the stage for having her bow on her for an 'archery competition' she was going to attend afterwards.
Not that she felt she'd have been able to, given the way the man was looking at her from across the desk.
He rose slowly, walking past her and locking the door. "No interruptions. So, what can I help you with today?"
Lucky's grip tightened on her bow as he drew nearer, staying behind her.
"Perhaps you would like to ensure you pass my class? We can cut straight to the chase, Miss?"
"Call me Lucky."
"Mhmm... Yes... Well, I'm more than happy to work something out, if you catch my drift."
"I think I catch your drift perfectly," she said tensely. His vile hands touch her shoulders, rubbing them lightly.
"Then why don't we start simple, yes? Why don't you move closer to my desk?"
Lucky stood, but before he could react she had slammed her chair into his gut. He hissed, eyes narrowing. "You bitch, you'll regret that."
"No, I won't. I'm going to make you pay for every single victim you've mugged, killed, and defiled," came the angry reply.
He looked at the arrow pointing at his face for a moment before ran through the door, quite literally.
Lucky shook her head as he dropped outside the room, an arrow in his jugular.
"I hope it hurts, bleeding out with a body that can't move."
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