The Darkness Within Her

Chapter- 1

Sixteen years later

Christy

Night had fallen but I could not go back. Not when I had a mission to complete. For the past three days I had been tailing the man trying to memorize his routine. He was currently talking to two other men who were part of the black market. They were all part of a gang who took slaves. I had been itching to kill them for a long time now. They would capture innocent children from the Streets and sell them as slaves.

The Streets were a part of the kingdom that housed criminals and the poor. It was also where the three main mafias ran their business- the Serpents, the Razors and lastly the Riders. The Serpents were on the top followed by the Riders and lastly the Razors. All the three coexisted together and had mutual understanding that they wouldn't interfere with the other. They had their own territories. It was more like a place of organised crime in spite of the occasional skirmishes.The Arena was part of the Streets where one on one fights to the death were held.

I watched the men, waiting for them to move to a secluded place so that I could question them. Peering down from the roof I waited. It was becoming more and more cold with each passing second.

Suddenly, the men started walking. I jumped across the roofs of buildings following them. They walked into an abandoned building. I skimmed down the building and cautiously followed them. I took my knives off from their sheaths. There were crates everywhere in the building. I hid behind one of the crates.

"Boss wants us to capture more children. He is going to ship them to Oland. It's hard to sell those brats here. The King is getting more suspicious apparently.", one of the men said.

Hearing this I was furious. Here, in Navarre the King had abolished slave trade months ago but it seemed that there were still scum like these men who sold people.

I flicked my wrists and threw the knives at the men. It hit them in their necks. Blood poured out from their wounds. They choked on the blood and fell down dying. The third man who I had been tailing had a look of shock on his face as he watched the two die in front of him.

I walked out from behind the crates and moved towards the man slowly. I held another one of my knives in my hand. The man started shaking in fear.

"Wh...who ar...are you? Wh..what do you wa..want?", the man stuttered out in fear.

I looked at him with an emotionless face.

"My name is Christy."

I then grinned at him with a psychotic smile showing him all my teeth. This scared him even more that he started backing off with each step that I took towards him. He was shivering so badly that I thought he was going to piss himself any moment now.

"I'll tell you where the money is. Just please leave me alone. Please don't kill me.", he tried to plead.

"I don't need your worthless money but I do need to know who your boss is."

"I'll tell you whatever you want. Promise me that you will let me go if I answer all your questions."

"You don't get to make demands.", I answered him, still grinning at the fear that I could see very clearly on his face.

"My boss is David Verinn."

"Where are the children that you have captured being kept?"

"In a warehouse seven blocks from here. It is well guarded."

I hummed in reply while thinking over what he had said. I moved fast and held my knife across his throat all the while standing behind him. He gulped knowing that I could slit his throat and he wouldn't be able to stop me. He shivered even more now. He started crying and pleading with me to spare his life.I ran my knife across his throat, slitting his throat. I left him to choke and die in his blood.

I walked out and climbed the building. I jumped over the roofs until I reached my home. It wasn't exactly a home, just a place where I stayed at, a house. I did not have a place that I could call home. It was a two storied building. It had two bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen. It also had a basement where I usually did my training. I had been living here for many years now. It was one of the few houses that remained intact in the Streets. Most of the houses in the Streets were nearly in ruins as people did not have the money to mend the repairs.

I entered my house. I was very tired but I had to shower. I was covered in blood and dirt. Taking a clean shirt and pants I entered the shower and washed off all the dirt and blood. I wore my clothes and jumped onto my bed falling asleep almost immediately.