Bloody Mistake

Snow flakes descended by the millions, it was a beautiful barrage of cotton, coming down in droves, covering everything with layers of fluffy soothing white. Enormous pine, spruce, and birch tress stood tall and still, not even a slight breeze to ruffle their branches. The Ob river was frozen, but small cracks sounded in the air as the ice shifted. Not an animal in sight, not a human in sight, everything was peaceful. It should have been peaceful, but a dark presence emanated into the air threatening to drown everything in its path.

There was a figure kneeling in the snow, rage and frustration leaking from her like an overfilled pool. She wasn't moving, there was a stump in front of her, and the malevolent sword lay in the snow. Violet didn't believe in mistakes, well, she didn't believe she was allowed to make mistakes. Tonight she had made one, and there was hell to pay for it.

She looked down to the scar in her right palm, she placed her hand face up on the stump, and grabbed the sword in her left. The stump was the only proof that a tree had ever existed. This particular fir had been sick, cracks in its decaying stump were covered in the remains of Siberian Silk Moths. Their attack followed by a root infection had led to it rotting from the core until death took it in its grasp. It was a fitting place.

"Murasame, I deepen my oath, my promise to you."

Violet brought the sword down teeming with anger, it went into her hand, and cracked the stump down the center. Blood pooled from the wound, it should have spilled into the cracks, tarnishing the snow and everything around. In its stead the blood was moving into the sword, encasing it, making the symbols shine, making the sword rattle as if it was alive. It was alive, the sword Violet held piercing through her hand was a runestone weapon, a particularly vile one that had not picked a host for hundreds of years. After several minutes Violet slid the sword out of her hand, this was not a wound she would use her ability to heal. Some things must be paid for in full. She removed her sweater, took off her shirt, proceeded to rip of a piece to use as a bandage and shrugged on her sweater again.

She rose from her resting ground, there was a pack of wolves watching from a nearby bank. Their hackles were raised, they knew danger, but hunger had drawn them in. It was exactly Violet's rage that was keeping all the animal away. She looked toward them expression unreadable, it had been the scent of her blood, thick in the air that had called them. They were thin... too thin. "I've already made my promise with death, otherwise I would let you have me. I wish you ferocity, and success in causing the deaths you need." She worked some of the seeping blood from her injury into her fingers, and inscribed the insignia into the air. Thinking back on how the night had turned out for worst she walked into light departing from her frosty wonderland.

Violet had arrived in Russia with time to spare. There wasn't much in Surgut, but it wasn't a tourist attraction or building that she required. It was the group of men that would be in a particular building. The four men had gathered out of fear, there was rumor, Victoria Chinz had turned on them. She had given information to a traitor, information that could bring them all down, and in payment she had been killed.

The men conversed angrily, they were important men, with important schedules, and no patience for mistakes. Violet knew all of the men, only one had an ability.... only one was meant to have an ability. That had been the root of the problem. She had done her homework, it had been weeks since she had disposed of Victoria, careful to not give away her true motive. In their eyes the murderer was after vital members of a group that had worked together of several top secret projects. They had worked on so many, so they had come together to ensure their safety. They shouldn't be on the same list as Victoria right? Should they contact 'him'? He could look into the murderer, but they had no proof, and nobody else had been killed. Maybe Victoria hadn't given enough information away, they were overreacting. Violet had laid in a vent listening to them talking, she needed more information on 'him' he would one day be her end game.

They had given her as much information as they could when she made her move.

It was meant to be over in a flash, and it still had been, but one of them, Harbey Fischer had gotten away.

She had dropped down from the vent, her face hidden behind a black balaclava, hands in gloves, long sleeve shirt and tight pants. She had disposed of the first man by landing directly on top of him, piercing the sword through his head. The other three had leap to their feet, two of them reaching for guns.

Violet had disposed of the fire user, the other three were meant to be target practice. Intimidation to make sure the youngest member talked. She dodged a barrage of bullets, cut the second man in half, and connected her fist to the youngest of member's temple. She sliced off his right hand and turned to finish off the fourth when a sword-like icicle pierced her thigh.

"I always knew it was a great idea to hide my ability from all."

The man had shouted at her in Russian. Violet had pushed towards the man and used the icicle still in her leg to slice him across the chest, then again taking his left ear. He had panicked, sending shards of ice flying in every direction as he howled in pain. Violet had deflected several shards and connected her foot to his injured chest. He had fallen back and then with sudden inspiration targeted the not-yet dead member cradling a bloody stump. Violet needed him alive, she had protected him fully aware that it was a plot meant to help Harbey escape.

He had attempted to encase Violet in a ice bubble, she had throw her sword in the path cracking the bubble and he had jumped out a window. There was a gun on the floor, she had shot five bullets after him before conceding defeat. They had caused a ruckus and she needed to move Dimitri before anybody came. She dragged him out, tossed him into his vehicle and drove away. She had healed her own injury before even a drop of blood had touched the floor. Dimitri was crying, drool, tears, and blood mixing in the car as he begged for his life.

They had a very meaningful conversation, before she murdered him. She left enraged, her only solace resting on two facts. One, she had a name, after several long years, she finally had a fucking name. Two, at least three of the bullets she had fired after Harbey had hit their target.

Back in her room, Violet was preparing to take a shower. She was still seething, it was six in the morning and due to her mistake she would know have to reappear in Russian continually in order to keep up appearances.

Appearing in different parts of the world randomly was after all not 'possible' and she needed her participation in μαύρος Δράκος to remain unconnected. She showered, attended to her hand aimlessly, and at long last crawled into bed. Sleep was preparing to claim her when Kieren's voice, followed by a knock echoed on her door.