A knock on her door made Nyx spring out of her bed.
Thump, thump, thump…
She tossed her few belongings into her watertight bag, and opened the window.
Thump, thump, THUMP!
“Open up!” A familiar voice came through the other side of the door. “Come out NOW! We know you’re in there…”
Nyx clambered out the window and dived into the ocean, just before the door slammed down and Dragona Pine stumbled through, with Kallista Pendragon and Bridget Whiplash following. But by that time it was too late, Nyx was already swimming away.
About an hour later, a bedraggled Nyx lay on the rocky shores of Irelands coast. She tripped over her feet several times, on the deserted highway of Haggard. After a while, she collapsed; too exhausted to do anything. A pair of headlights rushed towards her, blinding her grey eyes that were accustomed to the darkness. It could be anyone, she thought, it could be Dragona, come to take me away…or kill me. But she didn’t believe that he would kill her, which was probably very hypocritical of her. If killing wasn’t below a 16-year-old girl, then why shouldn’t it be for an older man? But still Nyx knew somewhere inside her, that he wouldn’t, no, couldn’t kill her. Not because he liked her, not at all, but because it would be wrong and unfair for him to kill her now…
Her eyes squinted, trying to make out the people inside the car as it stopped next to her. It turned out that the car was a taxi of some sort. She dragged herself to her feet as the passenger door opened with an impatient teenager, about the same age as her, sitting inside. They both folded their arms and studied one another.
“Well?” The teenager said eventually with a sarcastic tinge to it. “Are you coming in or not?”
Nyx looked at her straight in the eyes. They were a deep turquoise, like an ocean at storm. They held back secrets and certain wariness… Just like hers, and any other assassins. “I’d like to know who I am meeting, first.” She said, her voice hesitant.
The girl grinned. “You have the great pleasure of meeting Rosella Embers,” she glanced at the front of the taxi. “And on annoyed taxi driver.”
“Charmed, I’m sure,” Nyx replied, as she slid into the seat and plopped her bag under her feet. “So I guess you aren’t going to reveal your name to me?” Rosella asked as they drove away.
The taxi headed off, going who knows where, for all she knew, Rosella could be sending her to Dragona. Nyx thought of the look she had saw in those eyes and decided she was safe from that, at least.
“Are you going to kill me?” Nyx whispered to Rosella. The girl laughed and tossed her thick, brown hair behind her shoulders. “No, not you. I’m taking you to my hide out…not my home, but…it’ll do.” Nyx saw that distant look in her eyes, and knew instantly that she wanted to go home too, to leave the blood and death behind. She almost hugged her.
Dawn was coming, the sun rising lazily on the horizon. Nyx wasn’t sure, but she thought maybe, just maybe, Rosella could be a good friend to her…
Well, for a killer.