CHAPTER FIVE

I got my privileges back from Tyler and my suspension was lifted. I was happy to finally be able to do carry out hits again, but over the past few weeks I haven't been able to shake the feeling of being watched. It keeps getting stronger. Every time I leave the apartment. Every time I go to bed. Every time I leave to carry out a hit. Torturing a hit victim always brings me joy, but I've been so distracted by this feeling of being watched that I've just been quickly executing the victims then heading straight home.

I try to ignore it but I can't. It's unsettling.

Tonight I'll make this a good hit. I'll have fun with this one. Male. 30. Cheated on his wife with several other women and she wants him dead. She left for the weekend to visit family so she had an alibi.

I gear up and head out through the balcony. There it is again, and it feels much stronger. I ignore it and continue to the target residence. I break in silently through the bathroom window and take a deep breath.

I made a beautifully bloody scene and smiled to myself. Finally, a good hit. This man deserved the torture I gave him.

I headed home. Goodness, the sun is already starting to come up. That's not good. I picked up my speed to try to get home a little faster. Tyler was already up, or maybe still up, when I walked through the balcony door. He sighed at the joy I had in carrying out this hit.

I cleaned up and worked on schoolwork throughout the day. I felt refreshed. Today was a good day.

I stayed up a bit later since I didn't have a hit later so I could sleep in a little. Around 1 am, I left my room to grab some water and say goodbye to Tyler. When I came back to my room, something felt off. I felt like I was being watched, but it felt more ominous than usual. My heart rate sped up. I glanced around my room but found nothing so I sat back down at my desk to finish up my assignment.

I couldn't focus. I felt too uneasy. I sighed. "Why does it feel like I'm being watched all the time?" I mumbled to myself.

"Maybe it's because you are." A cool voice came from the other side of my room. I froze. How did someone get in here without me noticing? Who is this man? I don't recognize that voice.

I felt too terrified to turn around, but I forced myself to. Across the room, near my bed, stood a talk man. He seemed well built, quite muscular, and had black hair. He had fair skin and handsome features, but the most noticeable feature was his eyes. They were a golden-red colour. He wore all black clothes. There was something ominous yet intriguing about this man.

"W-who...? Why..?" I was at a loss for words. Wait, was he from another assassin core and sent to kill me?

I quickly grab hold of my sword from where it sat beside my desk and this time, with more confidence, I asked, "Who are you and why are you here?"

The man slowly walked toward me and I tightened my grip on my sword. Then he disappeared. I quickly looked around but couldn't see him.

"I don't think you'd like to know who I am, but I'm here because you have brought much interest to my kind and now to me." The man had appeared behind me and whispered into my ear.

I whip around and quickly move away, but this seemed to amuse the man. "Why wouldn't I want to know? And what do you mean your 'kind'?" Why am I asking questions instead of getting rid of him?

"You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you who I was." He replied simply. I just stared back and him and he seemed to be thinking.

"Fine," He said, "my kind are demons. I myself am a high-ranking demon, but there is talk amongst all since you had encountered one. As for who I am..."

He trailed off as we began walking closer to me. There was something about him that made me freeze. Then he was gone again and before I realized it, he had knocked my sword from my hand and had grabbed my chin to tilt it toward his face which was very close to mine. My heart was racing and my face felt hot. He looked even more attractive up close.

The man smirked.

"I am the Devil."