Born to Kill VII

'Oh well, hell or whatever will need to wait, I have yet to be bored and… with people trying to steal away my life I suddenly feel like not dying anytime soon…' she smirked and licked her lips.

PAT! She slapped both of her cheeks with her hands at the same time when she began to creep herself out, 'Enough with this thoughts.

'Let's go out.' In fact, she never felt there was something bad with her reasoning as it made sense to her but as someone who had lived by the laws and morals of the twenty-first century, she knew it wasn't correct—her reasoning wasn't normal and neither was it what she felt. That's why in the past, she always suppressed herself to the point that everything became plain and dull.

*Bzt*

"Mnh?" When she was turning around to go out, a buzzing sound entered her ears.

She looked around but everything was deadly quiet. She rubbed her ears and shook her head, making her long black hair wave at her motion.

*Bzzt, BZzzt…*

However, as she was about to step forward, the same buzzing sound rang again inside her ears, giving her an annoying tickling sensation.

With some anger within her and while rubbing her ears, she turned back to find out where the buzzing sound was coming from; it was still ringing and getting on her nerves.

The sound's origin wasn't far from her; it was coming from below, where the small and taller kids' bodies were. She tilted her head, squatted down and put down one of the knives to begin to rummage in their robes.

*BZzZt…*

'Huh, is it coming from this thing?' she asked herself when she found a black necklace with a little pendant carved like the head of a black cat with silver eyes on the smaller child neck.

She grabbed the black pendant and the annoying buzzing sound stopped, 'So it was really coming from this thing…'

*Creak* As she was taking the black necklace from the neck of the kid, the door was opened and moonlight entered, illuminating the place where she was and making her turn her head back to look over her shoulder.

"Taking the belongings of the dead, it seems you are suited for this," said the middle-aged assassin nonchalantly.

'… Haha-…' she laughed in annoyance in her mind as she maintained an unperturbed semblance.

At length, after staring at the assassin for a moment, she thought, 'Whatever, imma keep it,' she wore the little cat's head black necklace before walking towards the assassin to begin her new lifestyle.