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I look up to find two men standing in front of the sink. One almost as tall as me with dark blonde hair shaved low. His eyes are a startling blue. Not quite as unique as Many’s, but still peculiar. The other guy is shorter with dark brown hair. The rest of his features are unsubstantial. Both men have an arm of tally mark tattoos.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see the day,” Blue eyes reply. “Corbyn’s going to be pissed. First Sim goes rogue, and now this.”
I’ve always admired Fem’s talents. Out of all the gifts at the Church, I thought hers to be the most special. I wished I had the ability to transform into characters, to be what people wanted me to be. It would have made my life easier.
Thankfully, after working with Fem for so long and seeing her in action, I was able to pick up a few of her techniques.
Taking a step back, I skim through my memory rolodex for a shocked expression. Widening my eyes, I freeze my movements, my hand still stuck at my zipper.
“How did you recognize me?” I ask, causing my voice to pitch up at the end.
Plain face chuckles. “You come in here towering over everyone like a fucking giant and you think we wouldn’t notice you?” He looks to blue eyes. Both men laugh.
“That Church made you stupid.” Plain face says.
“I heard they are nothing but trained monkeys over there,” Blue eyes adds. “Heard they even got a blind guy. That shit sounds pathetic.” Both men laugh again.
“What do you want?” I wipe my hands down the front of my pants as if I’m wiping away sweat.
They look at each other and laugh.
“All our lives, we were told you were this giant enigma. A top tier killer,” Blue eyes says pushing away from the sink to stand on my side. I angle my body toward him slightly, keeping him from seeing my back.
“You were the big bad bogeyman,” Plain face says standing at my other side.
“What do you think, brother? Want to have some fun and take down the incredible Beast Boy?” Blue eyes asks.
“Time to show Corbyn who the real killers are in the f…..”
“Aht aht, Boris.” Blue eyes says cutting off plain face.
At this point, I can’t keep up the façade anymore. I spotted these two as soon as I walked in the club. They’ve been making their rounds in the VIP section. Every table seemed to know who they were. I even caught the moment they spotted me. It wasn’t when I walked in. It was while I was dancing with Summer.
From that point on, they couldn’t keep their attention off me. Which is why I lured them into this bathroom. Dropping my shoulders and shaking my head. I let out a deep breath.
“Well, this was easier than I thought.”
“What?” Boris questions right before I pull the gun out of my back and shoot him in the thigh. He goes down easily.
Blue eyes rushes me, shoving his shoulder into my chest. He shoves me against one of cubicle doors and we both go tumbling into the stall. I land on the toilet, and he falls over me. Somehow during the tussle, I lost my gun.
I deliver two powerful blows to his side directly over his ribs. He groans and loosens his grip. I shove him off me and he falls out of the stall. He quickly recovers, getting back to his feet.
Standing, I grab my blade out of my ankle, and walk out of the stall.
Boris is up now too, two knives in each hand, his shirt wrapped around his thigh to stop the blood flow. I could have killed him, but then where’s the fun in that.
Boris charges me, and I charge straight for him. He swipes his knives at my head. I lean back avoiding nearly getting my head severed. He leans back to lunge at me again. I move to avoid one blade but the other rips into my shoulder drawing blood. I ignore the pain.
I kick Boris in the thigh, reinjuring his leg. He shouts through clenched teeth before falling to his knees. I look up into the mirror just in time to see blue eyes charging toward me with a knife of his own. I move to the side, grabbing his arm out in front of him, I then bend it back toward his face. With my free hand, I shove his head down to meet the end of his blade. It gouges into his eye. He screams so loud it hurt my ears.
Boris attempts to stand up from the ground, but I use my steel-toed boot to kick him in the head. He falls back onto the tile.
Grabbing the back of blue eyes’ head tighter, I lean forward to say into his ear.
“Don’t ever call my brother pathetic.”
I shove his head down toward the sink. The hilt of the knife hits the edge of the counter shoving the blade further up. He falls to the ground motionless.
