Just another {n a m e} -Tom

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White linen falls over my head, it hugs my chest floating gently about my waist. A playful twirl sends it spiraling around my back, causing a giggle bubble deep within my chest. A cocky grin plays across my lips as my bare legs rest against a windowsill. The sunlight spreads across the rooftops, dancing with the shadows lay in their wake. A moment of mesmerized admiration is soon replaced by the rustling of draws. Black sweats are soon drawn to my waist, tied tightly to avoid any embarrassing moments that may befall me in the future. 

And for a second, it feels as though my heart has been stopped. A hand has penetrated my chest, it's fingers closing around the delicate muscle and ripping it from the body which so desperately needed it. My knees collapse beneath me, my back sliding against the closed door. My head throbs and pounds, enticing tears from my eyes. I'm choking, unable to breath without my heart's steady beating in my chest. 

You are worthless. The thoughts attack me, broken over my head like a vase. Nothing but a face lost within a crowd. Unimportant. The only person who gave a single fuck about you is in the ground. And even she didn't want you. As you weren't branded with the same name as her. Arcus the Nothing. (Shut up) Arcus the unwanted. (Shut up) Arcus the failure. (Shut up!) My fist connects with the door. Wood splintering beneath my fingers. Digging into my skin and releasing the crimson beneath. 

A swear escapes me, as fingers carefully picking out the shrapnel of my explosion. And almost as suddenly as I had been overwhelmed, it was gone. My heart once again beating within it's cage, like a good little bird who sung on command. Standing once more, I slip on shoes with large, broad heels. They send a rhythm down the wooded hall as I make my way to the bathroom. My cousins have yet to awake, often sleeping in until the late afternoon. I do all I can to push the attack that had just overwhelmed me. The unhealed scars of an abused child breaking through the wall which i had so carefully constructed. Brick, by brick I built myself up once more. Yet nothing could keep that child at bay forever. 

What I was sure of, is that girl is not me. A brush rakes through my hair, pulling it into a tight bun atop my head. A black liquid outlines my eyes and a gray powder is applied above them. It's an art, the only art of which I am talented, to paint over one's flaws. To become perfect. 

Yet, my passion does not lie within the careful strokes on a fleshy canvas. It is that of control. I am the leader of a pack, and I should be feared. My face, still pale from the little girl's latest attack, is adorned with a halfhearted smile. Be perfect. Be perfect Ever Arcus. 

And perfect I am. Ignoring her tugging deep within my subconscious, trying to tell me of my imperfections. I push any doubt help within me behind the wall I had created. And I am perfect.

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The pathetic girl was already out of sight. Saffron was pissed already. Why did she choose this target from the jobs? She barely remembers why. Saffron would rather be sleeping or practicing and laughing at the guys who aren't better than her. Saffron was one of the best Assassins in the group. She was in fact the only female in the group of assassins, so she seemed safer than most people on the street and not really as suspicious as other assassins. The girl that she was after though had escaped 3 times already. Saffron had been hit, pushed over, punched, kicked, and even clawed at by this girl. Saffron was not having a very good time trying to kill this girl named Ever Arcus. When she first got the name, she wondered who the hell would have called their child Ever, but she couldn't talk shit about names, after all her name was just Saffron.

Saffron had went back to the assassin's hangout, where they trained and relaxed around. The inside was quite small and seemed like a regular empty building, but the fun part was in a cellar that they had extended into many things, which were things like the training area and the main room and other things. Saffron went in front of the target across the room and picked out her knifes that she had carried. The knives were thrown and the three knives hit the target, two out of the three hitting the middle and the last one hitting one of the outer parts. Saffron was pissed already, but she was losing her game, She would have to fix this and become better again if she wanted to kill this target.

Saffron had been chasing the girl again. This time, Saffron had been stopped, by getting a look at the girl and something just made her freeze up, she had no clue why she did stop. The girl had ran to some house where Saffron ended up finding out where she stayed at. The building was a house from what Saffron could make out. Saffron knew the girl would be by the front door holding it close. Saffron was smarter than that to go through the front door. That's like asking to be found out by someone. Around the house was where Saffron went looking for an open window of some sort. That's when she saw it. There was a window open on the second story of the house. She would have to scale the house and get to the window and that's what she did. The window wasn't too high for her to scale.

Once inside, Saffron moved around silently and stealthily around the house. There were boys asleep in beds and it was so silent that a pin dropping could have been heard. Saffron was steady and calm. A knife held in her hand ready to attack if needed. She slowly crept out of the room and down the stairs. The girl was at the front door where Saffron knew she would be at. The quiet beating of a heart, the time it took Saffron to get there, only to be ruined by a smash to the head. Saffron blacked out.

When Saffron came to, she was tied up in a chair with rope of some sort. She was in one of the bedrooms obviously, cause there was a bed across the room. Saffron tried reaching for her knife in her belt, but there was nothing there. Saffron wasn't armed anymore. The knife was gone. Saffron had no way of escape, unless she untied the knot, but from what she could tell, the knot that had been tied was tied very well. Saffron began a bit of a panic, this reminded her of the days at the assassin's headquarters, where she once had to free herself from the tied chair she was on.

Then the click of a door from behind her, Saffron put on an emotionless face. She felt trapped on the inside, but she had to look like this was planned for her. She was planning on how to get out already. That's when the gorgeous girl walked in front of Saffron, this was her target. This was who she had to kill, but honestly, deep down, Saffron didn't want to kill a girl as pretty as her, but you don't question it ever. The girl walked in front of Saffron, probably pissed off by now after weeks of Saffron watching her and attacking her. Saffron saw a glint of anger and she knew that this girl was mad. Might as well have some fun while she is. "Oh, so this is the girl, Ever Arcus. Come on Princess, show me what you got. You can't hurt me. No one can." Saffron smirked at Ever. She knew she wouldn't break, but Ever would. The target always breaks. Saffron was the fairest of them all, she would never break. Never break.

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The sound had come from the bedroom. A caucus to disturb even the most focused of women. The crash caused the black pen positioned carefully above my eye to fly askew. A dark line is frantically rubbed from above nt brow as anger begins to wrap me in it's fiery embrace. "Fucking hell boys!" my voice is like that of nails against a chalkboard. Drawn across in such lingering anger surely enough to shatter glass. It was not the mishap with my makeup that caused such anger, I do not possess that short of a temper. But loud noises mean destruction and destruction leads to my hand drawn across their bratty ass for touching my things.    

I do not hear the scramble of bare feet against wood, nor do I hear the good natured laugh of the elder cousins glee at the youngin's incoming punishment. It was simply muted whispers and ever a hint of fear. Something was very, very wrong. 

The bathroom door flies open, my footsteps echo throughout the hallway as I fly to my bedroom. (Calm down Arcus. Get your shit together) I take a deep breath, opening the door with a slow, hesitant movement. (How utterly stunned I am.) Her hair falls just below her shoulders, like the dark of a shadow bathing her skin in an even darker hue. Her eyes are like that of leather, a milky brown. Every part of my body draws me to her. I yearn to reach out my hand and draw it across her face. 

Though, I feel as though I have seen her before. Perhaps out of the corner of an eye. A shadow disappearing down an ally way. The creeping sensation that slithered up my back, nails gently scraping about my neck. The feeling of never being alone. 

Our eyes connect, for only a fraction of a second. My heart race increases tenfold, yet the anger still lay frozen on my face. (Perhaps more fear than the prior but i would imagine my body would forget how to feel as such)  And then she speaks, her voice matching her face. Emotionless, dry. "Oh, so this is the girl, Ever Arcus. Come on Princess, show me what you got. You can't hurt me. No one can."

(A princess? what a curious title.) A grin spreads from ear to ear, the gloss that adorned them catching the sunlight that spilled through the open window. "Don't call me Ever." My voice is monotone, desperately attempting to slow my heart beat which only hastened it's gait every passing second. "I am Arcus. Fucking Arcus and that's it." My voice is so much angrier than I would have ever thought possible. "I honestly couldn't care less what you want with me. If you wish me harm, well good fucking luck. It seems as you are a little... tied up at the moment." A snort of amusement escapes me. "And I can hurt you girl. I can hurt you in ways you'd never even imagine. I don't need a weapon to make your skin crawl. I don't need anything other than my voice, right here, right now." 

Upon impulse I reach out, my finger tracing the tendons apparent in her clenched fist. "It seems only fair I know your name. As you seem to know all about me." The grin is replaced by a pout. My  brow furrowed in a mocking frown. 

(Arcus you must remain in control) (I know) (You cannot let her beauty overwhelm you, tortured soul.) (I know). I clench my jaw, turning away from her and to one of my cousins. "How did this happen?" 
"She was just... kind of there." A boy named Darren speaks up. He is older than the others, even me. His hair is a platinum blonde, like many others in the Duchess family. Well, except me. Come to think about it, even my mother was blonde.  I shake off the thought, as  this is not a time for reflection. "I was hidin' in the closet to scare the others and then alluva sudden, there she it. And I grabbed a chair and hit her as hard as I could. Then we... tied her up."

The pout turns into a grimace as pace the room. Two stories this girl had climbed, only to get to me. By the look in her eyes, that of a hardenend disposition, I can't believe this is merely an awkward attempt to make friends. 

Something was wrong here. 

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Being tied to a chair isn't much of a pleasant experience for Saffron. Her whole body felt numb as she felt the ropes around her. Some boy had brought her into this room after being smashed in the head with a chair. This was probably the first time that she's ever been hit hard and captured. Luckily for her, it wasn't the capitol who held her captive. The smirk from before still apparent on her face as she stared at the gorg... annoying girl, Ever Arcus, or well just Arcus. Saffron zoned out trying to figure an escape. The girl continuing her speech about calling her Arcus. Saffron thinking to herself, I get it. I get it. Call you Arcus, stupid bitch. Saffron watched Arcus snort at her own joke. Saffron's been in worse situations before with some of the practice they do. Her voice speaks up again with sarcasm, "Well, wasn't that cute. You sound like a pig." Saffron felt Arcus' hand as she traced over her clenched fist.

Arcus' voice rang out like a stab to her stomach. She really didn't know what Saffron fully was doing. She was hired to kill Arcus. Arcus was her only target to escape her first ambush ever. Saffron researched her the best to her ability. Saffron glared at the ever so gorgeous girl. This was her target. She would have to get her. She would have to kill. She needed it. The money. The kill. She needed to be better. Better than the rest. Saffron was the queen. She couldn't be overthrown easily, but looks like she found her Snow White. All that was needed for the rest of the story was the poison apple. Saffron spoke casually, "If I tell you my name, then what? You'd tell the Peacekeepers. Sorry Princess, can't tell you that much info. I will tell you though, I was sent to kill you. Watch you bleed under my knife as your lifeless body drips away drained of your blood. mmmm... It already sounds like your gonna be a beautiful kill already with this feistiness." Saffron's face turned into a smirk instantly.

A few thoughts of how to escape already came across her mind. She could always jump towards the window and try to break the glass to cut the rope. She could try reaching for her knife. The second one was her first shot and she tried reaching for her shoe and that's when it happened. The chair flung downward and hit with a loud crash. Her head and left side now lay on the floor. She felt stupid now. She was lying on the cold hard ground and it felt terribly awkward. Her head now hurt even worse than it did before. The laughs coming from the boys behind her annoyed her even more. They'd feel her pain when she was free. When she was untied from the stupid ropes.

She turned herself, which caused a bit of pain to her left side. Her eyes stared at the boys in front of her. Boys never had any interest to her. Even in stories, the men always seemed dumb to her. Prince charming was oh so perfect. It made no sense to her. The real hero in the book was the evil queens and witches. They always were her favorite. She'd be queen and no one will overthrow her. She'd be the best queen ever. There's only one problem, she needs to kill to reach the top. Arcus was in the way. She was the Snow White of the story. There was no doubt about that. What Saffron would never know is that her story would take a different turn in this story. A story with a different setting and a different story all together. Saffron may be the Evil Queen, but there's always some good in people. Saffron would have to find it. Saffron would have to face her hardest challenge. Herself.