“Do you think she’s alive? I mean, she looks dead,” said Dylan as he kneeled Iris that was the girl’s name supposedly. He wondered what exactly she was in for; Iris did not seem like a girl to get into trouble. But then again, Iris would have been troubled , because she sure knew how to fight.
“Well she is knocked out. If Iris is Ivy will be able to tell us”, said the Sparrow. His arms were wrapped in pale white rapes with what seemed to be blood speckles on his arms. He should have worn a long sleeved shirt, Sparrow thought. He had known that the head would send him to train more after the whole bloody incident. He had been grateful when his teammates had come to get him. Their head of what this boy would call a troubling team and what the people behind the glass called Captures, sent him to spend a punishment day with the sergeant. He had been made to train with him and ran up and down the hill till he almost dropped but knew better.
“You're sure you gave her the right dose of the meds?” Sparrow, the auburn haired boy remarked as he bent down slightly next to the other boy with black hair and a slim but muscular frame. Dylan pushed the other jokingly he went straight to the ground landing in the middle of his long legs. His glasses moved slightly. Sparrow always thought it strange that he did not wear contacts with what work they did. Which was not easy going, but sometimes it seemed as if they were doing the grads jobs.
“Yes and she’s breathing, so not dead” Quin answered brushing back his hair that had looked like sunshine but now just seems to look like a dul blond.
“ What are you boys arguing over? You don't think that poor girl has had enough of you boys?” Ivy expressive as she set her hand on the hilt of a shining dagger she was cleaner running it through what looked as if it was a blood traced handkerchief but also could be a number of different unmanned substances. Her blonde light blue hair had been put up in a cascade pin, the curls bounced over her shoulders and showed off her under cut in the back.
Dylan was laying on his side looking down at his black dress pants, which were now dirty. They were supposed to be off duty on a Sunday but after the late catch of a girl called in by her own parents, their off Sunday was now on duty Sunday.
“ Well I don't think it matters, it is not like she is in motion. If you did not notice the girl is out cold, Iv.” Dylan sat up and folded his legs in. He bent forward, letting his chin set nicely on his pants, ignoring the dust and old blood particles, covered all over them.
“ Well Dylan, if you knew she was out cold, why call me here? You wouldn't happen to be afraid of the little thing? Or would that be Sparrow , heard you three had a hard time getting her out and into her cell. To be fair , I would not want to be a person they test poison on.” Ivy said as she stuck her ringed hands into her pockets and smiled kindly at them but her voice had a tone of you’re completely idiots who waste my time, why am I here? Her blond light blue hair had been put up in a cascade pin up , the curls bounced at her said & showed off her under cut in the back. “ Also, where is your Overseer?” Ivy asked, as far as Ivy could see He was no wear to be seen.
“He had to meet with the people behind the glass,” said Quin. he looked at Ivy with his blue eyes that did not shiny in the shadows they got darker. They seemed to be navy blue instead of arctic blue.
“Is that so, Sunshine Boy?” Ivy said it as if she knew that he was telling the truth but there was a question in her voice. What was so special about this girl that he would need to go to the people behind the glass?
“ Why do you insist on calling me that? You know my name is Quin!” protested Quin with his arms at his side or at least one the other was messing with his blond waves.
“I do?” Ivy very much teased him as she got a familiar look from Quin. She had to admit, he had a pretty cute annoyed face, for a boy that is.
*************She leaned forward and glanced down at the pile of papers that needed to be sorted through. Ivy had taught her what she knew about her new position, which was all about what they called “Red letters”. The name was due to the fact that most of the letters were headed straight to their “Assistant”, which depending on their subject could be either Type two or Type one. Usually the “Red letters” were brought to Type one, which meant it was a young person sent to be here and their death. Tes had become Nyx herself deciding who dies at what moment and sometimes if they even stepped foot in this eerie place or what function of this clockwork machine. It seemed she might be the heart. So far she had not met many type one assistants but she knew they had to be somewhere. Tes tapped the ends of her fingers and stopped herself promptly, there was no way she was going to get into old habits over this paper work. Come on Tes, how hard can declaring people's fates be? Tes let her head fall what little feet it was from the document, landing on the wood desk with a small thunk as her brown curls came down around her face to shield her from anything that was to come.
A small sigh came from behind the curtain of hair and she let her eyes close for a moment. Why Ivy was making her work so soon, when she still felt light and drowsy. She did not know honestly, her workload must have been pulled from some other guy who had sat at this desk before Ivy’s assistant had vanished a couple weeks ago. He probably even walked this room back and forth as he read files and decided who died and who lived but got placed into living hell with a team who doesn't give a shit. Her eyelashes fluttered as her lips closed softly over her eyes.
A boy with auburn hair was pulling leaves together with a small rake. “Come on Tesseract, better fall in these leaves before they fly away without you,” the boy uttered as if he was a poet reciting a poem.
“Yes br-brother” the little girl with long curls of light to dark brown hair said as she ran in her little black striped shoes. Her small body landed in the pile of leaves. The boy looked down on her and as he piled some leaves on the little girl, a joyful laugh escaping the girl's lips. An older girl with strawberry blonde hair stood next to the boy, leaning down as he picked up some fiery colored leaves. The boy's eyes landed on his sister and he gave her a slight smile. Then, he stood up on his heels and dropped the leaves, pulling her into a hug as if she was leaving and never coming back. She was in her formal wear, an army suit from head to toe. Their little sister wanted in on the hug, so she slipped from the leaves and then wrapped her arms around her older sister's arm. Her small face pressed to this girl's arm dressed in dull colors.
“ Come on kids, time to come in for dinner! There in the doorway was a woman with dark brown hair with streaks of dark black red underneath. As she wiped her hands on the white apron she had around her waist, the smell of Pelmeni drifted outside to the little girl’s nose. She let go of her sister's arm and ran to her mother, stopping at the stern look the woman was giving her and then walked past her to the dining room.
Tes woke with a start as someone banged their on the wood desk. Tes’ curtain of hair gave way as she lifted her head slightly and saw that it was a mug filled with some kind of warm drink, the steam cascading off it. Mumbles came from her chapped lips as she saw the girl that Tes had grown used to. It was the same girl that had helped her pick out today's outfit and threw her the dagger with “onyx poison.” Tes had tried to memorize the list of poison. This was what Tes was now calling a cult maid , the new ones not the last generation one’s not nightshade or nicahten.
The same poisonous weapon was slipped into her hold for this sharp dagger that, in the past few days, she flung at the ghost that haunted her and followed her where she went. The smell of spring leaves , peony tea. Tes pushed herself up , smiling at Ivy slightly as if to give her a funny look, “ What?”
“I see you have been writing but did you know that your skin is not paper dear?” Ivy said as she sat at the only edge of the desk that was not consumed by paper , quill & ink , stamps , letters , twine and all these darn documents. She held a cup of tea in her fingers, her rings tapping against the sides.
Tes could not help it , for some reason when Ivy walked into the room, she could not help but meet her eyes. Something seemed so familiar and warm about her. But as far as Tes knew, Ivy had walked into her life just last week when they met by a carriage taking a young girl to her potential death.
Tes got up from where she had been sitting, pushing out the chair, and it squeaked as the legs ran up against the wood floor. Tes’ black boat moved across the wood sleeply , she still was in a dream memory state. She still heard the laughter of her younger sister and the hum of her older sister trying to sweep the floor as they ran around the room dragging little pieces of dirt. As Tes looked at herself in the memory she caught a glance of a dark shadow behind her.
She could not tell if it was the alchemist who had the harder job of making the cement combine or if it was their assistant who often had nightmares from the killings and visions from what poison got into their system. Many people who Tes had talked to–which were not many had said she had a dangerous job, but Ivy makes the job seem so easy.So Tes always wonders if there telling the truth but then again she never is able to ask Ivy because before she can Ivy goes off to talk to a guard or another assistant for help in med.
Tes would hear whispers as she let herself lean on the rusted blood covered walls, mostly it was nonsense like which guard was set to be the next sergeant or what gossip was running around about the weapon makers. But that day when Ivy had been dragged away by the sergeant in black, she heard rumors about how often before the assent went missing they would see a black hooded figure, a widow in black.
Just yesterday there had been people outside the door fighting. There was a young girl's voice with what sounded like a boy’s that couldn’t have been much older . Tes closed her eyes,trying to remember the whispers she had heard coming under the door. They must have not known there was a new assistant to Ivy and thought the room was empty.
“ Elle ne peut pas savoir” said a man in a calm french accent.
“Ce n'est pas juste pour eux de le lui cacher” the young girl’s voice came booming under Tes door.
“ Ce n'est pas juste pour eux de le lui cacher” the man said camly once more as if he was in a session with a therapy patient with that calm tone that was almost as if he was talking down to her.
“Vous me mettez en colère, monsieur j'en ai assez de ce jeu de chat et de souris!” The girl said make as she felt a slight breeze come from under the door.
Tes had written down what they were saying by lamp light when the door burst open, hitting the wall and a man stood there his dark auburn curls messed up. and the room looked fuse as she stopped right away pulling her hands closer to her abdomen. Who had the door been open? Tes thought as she looked up slightly from her work.
“Sorry Mademoiselle '', he said,with which he walked away without another word, his hands clasped behind his back. His tan skin looked a dark yellow as he walked past the lanterns light down the hall. Tes rushed towards the door hanging on the edge of the door as she saw him disappear down the hallway. For some reason the lamps by her door had been blown straight out and there were no open windows in the hall.
“Well how is are the next unsuspected victims ?” spoke a voice Tes heard in her ears. She snapped her eyes open and looked in the mirror once again.. Now there was something on her face, black ink in curly handwriting placed nicely on her light amber skin. Tes smiled and wiped at her face with a cloth hanging on the mirror from when she had been drying her wet hair from a shower earlier . Tes took it and let the softness of a spearmint enter her nose. The last thing she had of her old life, the smell of spearmint would forever remind her of the days with hot cocoa , her brothers and sister telling her to be careful by the ledge of their now locked roof.
Tes set the towel on the edge of the mirror and could sense Ivy about to say something “Let’s skip today's killing. I am sure they will just think we are getting used to the schedule. There is a roof party tonight.”
Tes let her feet slip back onto the group as her towel hang loosely, “ Why do I have the feeling you’re going to make me dress up for this so called rooftop party” Tes said annoyed but also really curious as she spun around to face Ivy who was now leaning on the desk as Ivy looked down at her tea, then set it down next to Tes’s ink bottle.
“ Aw you know me that is cute ,'' Ivy said as she slipped gracefully over to Tes setting her hand on Tes’ wrist, leading Tes over to her closet as Tes followed, tripping on her own feet. using Azrile's nails to sink deeper into Ashton's skin as blonde gushes out of his arm. Ashton is thrown against the said wall but before Azriles can finish the job.
Nyx acts as if she has slipped on a drink as her drink in hands spills and she lips under her twins Azriel's legs kicking his left leg from out of him quickly then gripping his right leg making Aziles fall on his back as she sits right above to his head Nyx legs criss-cross as she leans over and places a small feather-shaped knife on his throat. “ Look brother, matching hair clips that turn into something very dangerous, isn't that sweet. Ash this would be your moment to leave the rooftop”
Ash feels his arm being pulled as he winces from the pane coming down on the nail indents. That boy with the silver glitter in his hair from earlier drags him towards the door down from the roffe as people stare at Ashton and whisper. Once they get to the door the boy closes it with a gentral slam and starts to walk down the many stairs. Ashton catches Tes in the shadows of the entryway before you come down from the roffe a single thin finger to her dark lips.
As he and this boy rush down the stairs he starts to feel more light as blond drips onto his clothes and they finally go through another door into a hall leaving the many old rusted stars that cracked when you stepped on them behind them knowing they just had to get through these dim light halls. Ash knows somewhere in the shadows Tes was following them as they came up to a dead end and the boy was about to turn, they ran straight into Tes a book layed netley between her hands.
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