Hound

15

Her body lays over mine, my hand on her head. Something is eating at me lately.

“Baby,” She whines. Who the f**k knows why. Sometimes she just...whines about nothing.

It's been months, almost a year since I first met her. So much has changed since then.

I stare at the ceiling. “When are you gonna make a honest man outta me, huh?”

She snuggles into my body more.

“Don't joke like that, Hound.”

I've been thinking...

“I don't joke. The limit of my humor is typically sarcasm. And that's not humor, it's snark.”

She kisses my neck, I guess to placate me?

“Shh...I have a meeting soon.”

Does she think this will continue forever? Probably. See, I don't know much about her. Not in the way of facts.

I know her name is Collette Wendy. I know she's a nymphomaniac. I know she's twenty-five.

I don't know much about her background.

I do know she's a police commissioner by day, and the Red Queen by night. As the colorless King, this took me by surprise.

I'd been looking for her, when I found out. This puts me in an... interesting position. You might be wondering: why are you called the colorless King?

I'll explain. All of the 'Kings' basically hold a certain amount of power in the government. On daily life really. They're identities are not known to the general public.

In fact, most of public likes to ignore we exist. But if you look, you can see the bitter power struggle.

It's evident. In the government. In companies. It's everywhere.

Typically, each King has a color assigned. It embodies them.  There's the Silver King. Gold King. Blue King. Purple King, Green King, Red Queen and me, the Seventh King. The colorless King.

I have no color. Why? I'm neutral. But more so...hm. Should I let you in? I'll bet you never guessed.

I have no true ambitions. I have no ties to his world. Huh. It's almost funny. You see, out of boredom, I explored this phenomon, the Kings. I decided I'd be fun to be one.

That's as far as it goes.

I feel nothing towards this position. I have no true investment in it.

To put it simply, it means nothing to me. None it. It was just fun to me. A way to pass some time. A little game.

The Red Queen...the woman in my arms—I don't think she knows. She just knows me as Hound, the suspected assassin.

Resident Badass.

I want her. I've decided I want her now. And forever. Of course she won't be amendable to that.

It's fuckin hilarious because she stays with me. Stays in my arms. Her fingertips always brushing against mine.

Lips always clinging to mine.

But if I told her I wanted her to stay with me, she'd freak the f**k out.

It's okay though. I bury my hands in her hair. She wants me. She's going to.

And we'll be together forever.

How do I know?

Let's just say I have a good feeling.