Crimson 3

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭

After the Trisha incident, I was feeling quite wary. Though the chance is quite low, if there's a loophole, I'll get caught.

Monday mornings. I hated Mondays. As the rays of the sun seeped through the clear glass windows of my room, the truth of reality hit me.

About a year ago, I had my first kill. I didn't stop with that. Along with my studies, I also had to carry out other missions and assassinations.

Though they mentioned that James would be my last target, they didn't say that I would have to get more blood on my hands before getting there.

At least I get paid for my job.

Blood no longer scares me. I don't know why. I get weird feelings sometimes.

I want to kill more until my eyes turn scarlet. Though inflicting pain never bothered me, the thought of being evil did.

The urge to kill and to wield the sword of death like an executioner for sinners engulfed me as I involved myself in these pursuits.

"Scar, baby, is it your Monday morning blue?" Stella asked as she got ready for university. Her dirty blonde hair hid her thick eyebrows as she brushed her hair. She wasn't an average beauty.

You could say that she had the looks of a supermodel and the tongue of a fox. perfectly paired with beauty and charm.

I chuckled at her statement as I got up from my bed. I hated Mondays. After the strenuous all-nighter, I pulled last night, this Monday too became a blue day for me. Yes, I stay up at night to complete my work.

My stomach started aching, and that's when I realised that my period had started. Oh fucking God, how worse can a Monday be? I took a pill for the pain and drank some water. I was exhausted after yesterday's study session. I needed a coffee boost and chocolate.

I can't live without chocolate.

Stella is always nagging about me eating too many sweets. But it's not about sweets; it's just about chocolate. I grabbed a chocolate bar from my secret stash and started munching on it. This one had lots of almonds in it.

 "Scar, did you submit the thesis?  I didn't! Mr Henry is going to lecture me."Nicole grumbled while I was busy reading a book. I did submit my thesis, but I still had some work left. Nicole is my new friend. She was a very friendly and outgoing person .though she's a bit dumb sometimes.

Nicole had brown, curly hair and olive skin. Nicole always talks about Adam, her boyfriend, whenever we are together. He must be a lucky guy to have a pretty girl like Nicole as his girlfriend. She soon forgot about the thesis and started talking about Adam.

I listened to her intently while small giggles escaped from her mouth. Suddenly, we heard a commotion outside. We were interrupted by our conversation as all the students inside the class ran outside. I adjusted my specs and followed Nicole, who ran outside.

She was a hyperactive girl who got excited easily. She dragged me to the corridor where the commotion took place. crowded with students, the corridor was now packed, leaving only a little space in the middle where something was happening.

We couldn't make out what was happening, as both I and Nicole were short. Nicole asked a tall guy in front of us about the rumpus.

"You didn't know? The CEO of Ernest Enterprises is here. Believe it or not, one of our professors had angered him. I think it's Mr. Henry. The CEO is beating the shit out of him."

Nicole was in awe. Her mouth was wide open. She's the typical American girl who would fawn over fictional men. All she knew was the anatomy and geography of fictional men.

Sometimes I would wonder how in the world she even got accepted to college. I think the guy was maybe someone who resembled one of her favourite characters.

" Scar It's him, the CEO! I heard he's pretty handsome. Almost like the guy from the novel, as I told you yesterday. What are you waiting for? Let's go to the front side. I want to see that guy."

She excitedly said this as I facepalmed. This girl... I don't know when she's going to learn. I followed while stumbling over people. I stepped on some people, while others stepped on my foot. While I was struggling, Nicole carelessly swam past the crowd while holding my hand. I could barely breathe while venturing through the crowd.

Soon we reached the front, but I was still pretty jammed with people from all sides. I did want to see the guy because I wasn't interested in that stuff, but Nicole urged me to look at the guy fighting.

I saw a tall figure with a broad shoulder punching a person who was now on the ground covered in blood. The knuckles of the guy who was punching were coated in blood, which was slowly drying up.

He slowly stood up while I stared blankly at his back. But everything changed the moment he turned around.

The familiar brown hair fluttered in the wind. His tanned skin and emerald eyes—everything brought back memories of those nights. It was none other than the most feared prince.

Ashton Ernest Grey

The thought of him finding me invaded my mind. What if he finds out that the person who tried to drug him one night was at this college?Impossible.  That could never happen. I made sure to leave no evidence. No fucking way. I didn't even kill his friend, who's my actual target. His eyes glinted like a deadly sword. I stared at the handsome figure in front of me while my brain was exploding with questions. Nicole was squealing.

"Scar, it's Ashton, Ashton Grey. He's so fucking handsome. I mean, just look at him. Is he a Greek god or something?"

I nodded at her words while wrinkles formed on my temples. I saw Ashton wiping his hands with a paper towel. The fresh blood coating his hands is now gone.

The professor was on the ground, unconscious. What crime has he committed to anger the mafia prince? Only God knows. Suddenly, somebody pushed me from behind. The force was too much, and I crashed to the ground. The sound of me crashing was pretty loud, I guess. I felt a pair of eyes on me while I was laying supine on the ground. Nicole rushed to help me get up.

My glasses were on the ground, and they had shattered into pieces. I grabbed the broken frame of my specs and wore it. Shit! I look so stupid now. I slowly got up with Nicole's help.

I shouldn't let him see my face even though my disguise is perfect.

He's highly intelligent and chances are high if I don't take the necessary measures. I hid my face inside my long black hair which was now dishevelled. I looked like a lunatic who escaped an asylum.

My cheeks were burning as I felt my heart thump. I heard a deep voice the next moment.

" Larson, clean up this mess and take this bastard to the hospital. I don't want a single whisper to escape this place. "

He spoke as I held my head down. Nicole's grip on my hands tightened. I wasn't afraid of him but something about him is making me submit. I don't like this. His hands which were once stained with blood are now clean.

Those long fingers and veins made him look extremely attractive. His million-dollar watch was only an embellishment. He walked past while briefly brushing against me. But that was enough for my heart to go mayhem.

Nicole and I were in awe.

Nicole, was in awe because of his charm and lethal words but for me it was different. I was in awe because he was Ashton Gray. The one who left me in a reverie.