~ bitterness part 1 ~ scroll down to read ~ softcore "are we too young for this" ~ the neighbourhood (read creds) ~ "The Shopkeeper would like to see you", the same man says a few weeks later when I walk inside. "Does he mean right now?" I ask. "Yes, right now." He gestures towards the door. "Good luck, hope you come back in one piece." He smiles thinly. I mask my feelings, my face indifferent. I walk inside the dimly lit room. The whole shop was dimly lit, but outside was slightly brighter. "You wanted to see me?" I say to the man sitting behind the desk. His eyes flicker to meet mine. "You're only sixteen, you can't do it", he says. You can't do it. Can't do it. Can't do it. Can't do it. "I can, what do you want me to do?" I demand. He tilts his head and smiles. "You're too young. You know what would happen if we let in minors?" "You're only what, twenty?" I shoot back. "You want to get in? Fine. Kill the royal family. Everyone in the castle. Without poisons or arsenic. Do it with your own hands." His face is amused. "You don't think I can do it? Fine, then, you have a deal." I lean forward on the table. His expression doesn't change at all. "I didn't mean for you to actually accept. Anyway, it's a shame, really. How did you even find our group?" "I have my ways." "Oh, fine then, so I should just let you in?" "I don't need your pity." "But you want to join?" He laughs. "You're going to get yourself killed." "So I'm too young for this?" I almost scream, then compose myself. "I never said that. I'll give you two days. Two days to kill Hendrix Abney, and I'll consider." He smirks. "Deal." ~ Killing Hendrix would be easy, of course. I usually prefer killing them myself with a knife, but I suppose using a bit poison wouldn't be too bad. Of course, it would have to disintegrate afterwards so they won't know that he was poisoned. I mix everything together and put it in a small glass vial. The liquid is a dark purple-blue. Hendrix Abney is rich, and is earning money off the war. He's a tax collector. I think they want him gone because he's part of the reason the war happened. He wanted war so he can become rich. During war, taxes are higher, and thus he collects and keeps more money for himself. How utterly wonderful. He lives not so far away. I put on a face mask so I won't breathe in too much of the fumes while poisoning him. It won't kill you but you'll get sick depending on how much you breathe in. I need to get it in his food somehow. I press myself against the wall, the bush poking me. It's horribly uncomfortable. I edge to the other side of the building. The window is open and I see... Nico. Nico Olsen. He must be visiting. All right, change of plans. I don't care about Remus's plans anymore. Why would The Shopkeeper even care anyway? Let's kill Hendrix and Nico. Two in one. ~ end of part 2 ~ to be continued ~ ~ credits / notes ~ Audio- Softcore by The Neighbourhood Hu Tao Icon- Doosio on Deviantart Code- Storyline/Writing- Image (the girl)- Pinterest Background edited using Pixlr E This whole thing was by . Please don't copy or else it is considered plagiarism. This cannot be copied or duplicated in any way, in any website. Thank you for reading! Also if you have any opinions or corrections on this, please let me know in the comments. I don't mind criticism.
