*Lilly's pov*

"We did." I said. "We should wash off." I suggested. He nodded. I grabbed the soap. As I did that, I whispered in his ear.

"Happy birthday."

I rubbed the soapy bar over his chest. His abs. Those sexy abs. His back. I then pushed him under the water.

The streams of bubbly soap washed down his body. "My turn." He said. He stepped toward me. He grabbed the soap.

He started with my back. He slowly turned me around and started on my chest. Slowly soaping it up.

I then washed off the soap. I put my hair under the water and let the water clean my hair.

Deon stopped the water. I got out after Deon and he handed me a towel. I wrapped it around me. I went to walk out, but limped.

"Oh... It hurts. It's hurts bad." I slowly lowered myself to the ground. Deon grabbed me some clothes. He picked me up and sat me on the bed.

He unwrapped the towel. His eyes reached my mark. His eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong?" I asked.

He gave me my bra. He probably doesn't know how to work it. I put my shirt on.

He slid my underwear and pants on. He buttoned up my pants and picked me up.

"Your design. It's gone." He said. I looked in the mirror. It wasn't. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

He set me on the counter. He touched the skin of my mark. "It's not there." He said.

"Yes it is. It's right there." I said. What was he talking about? "What do you mean, it's not there, I'm looking at your mark right now. The design isn't there."

I looked in the mirror. It was. Could only I see it? "Maybe I'm just seeing things. I am pretty tired." I smiled.

He smirked. "I'll get some clothes on." He left for a few minutes. He came back and picked me up.

He sat me on the bed. "What do you want to do?" He asked. I looked at the time.

"I should probably make dinner." I went to get up but Deon stopped me. "Not like that you aren't." He said.

He picked me up and walked me to the kitchen. Luckily no one saw. Deon sat me on a tall chair. I leaned over the counter.

"What am I making?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "Like you can cook. Let me do it." I said. "No." He opposed.

"Fine. I don't know. What are you making?" He chuckled. "If it's that way." He took some food out and made... Something.

He put a bowl in front of me. "Try it." He said. I took the fork. It was decent. "What is it?" I asked.

"It's something I picked up from my dad before he passed." He said. It wasn't going to kill me. I think.

I finished eating it as the others came downstairs. Deon saw this. "You ready to go back upstairs?" He asked.

I shook my head. "We all need to talk about attacking." I suggested. "I agree. We can't just run our time out with fun." Terrain pointed out.

We spent the rest of the night planning out the attack. Kyla and I fought about if it should be from the front or the top.

She said that the top would cause too much noise. I said that the front would be a dead give away.

Queen said we should go from underground. We all agreed. Harlem said he couldn't fight with a broken arm.

I said that if he keeps breaking his arm, I was going to break his face too. It's his fault anyway...

'But you're the one breaking his arm.'

'But he's the one provoking me. Either way it's his fault.'

"Care to share?" Harlem asked when he saw our eyes. "Do I do either?" I asked. He's so annoying. I wanna kill him.

'Hey, no need. He's just a jerk. He'll pass. Don't let him get to you.'

I shut Deon out. He doesn't get that I need to kill. It is a necessity. At least for me. I was created this way.

'Why do you look so angry?' he broke through.

'Why do you care?'

'Why so hostile?'

I whipped my head at him and glared.

'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that.'

'But you did.'

I looked back at the table, pretending to be in the conversation. But everyone was looking at us, like they knew we were having a heated discussion.

"What?" I asked harshly. Man, I really am turning back into myself. My cold dark self.

'Lilly, you're not like that anymore. I helped you through that. You're different. You're fine.'

"How about you just stay out of my head?!" I said as I whipped my head at him.

I sighed and got up. "End of discussion. We'll pick up tomorrow." I said and left. Where did I go? Outside.

I was done with inside. I need a run. A actual run. But it hurts so bad. It's all Deon's fault.

He made me hurt. He made me mad. He made me leave. It's his fault. He made me soft. He made me nice.

I hurt people. I'm always mad. I have to stay. It's always my fault. I have hard glares. I'm a killer.

I'm a killer.

I'm a killer.

I'm a killer.

I'm a kil-

*****************

I woke up and I was surrounded by the forest. I suspected that I was in the forest behind the building.

I looked up at the sun. It was peaking. I need to head northwest. I started walking, then I realized.

Where is my collar? I felt around my neck. There was nothing. Then I saw my hands and body.

First, I'm naked. Second, I'm covered head to toe in blood. And it's definitely not mine.

I looked around for ripped clothes. No sign. I shifted. I killed. Who and why? I continued walking.

'Deon. I need your help. Go to the back forest and bring clothes. Please.'

I waited for a response.

'Fine. But don't expect anything else after yesterday.'

What happened? What did I do?

I pondered that until Deon came into sight. He saw me and look as confused as I was.

"Don't even ask. I don't even know why you're mad at me. I blacked out. And I can't help but feel bad." I said.

He handed me the clothes. "Just put them on." He said. I put them on and walked back with him.

When we arrived everyone seemed to have not been asleep all night. Then they saw me. Queen cried a little.

"I'm going to take a shower." I stated. I walked up to my room. Deon was following.

I started the shower and took off my clothes. "What did I do?" I asked him. "You tried to kill me." He said. "What?"

"I went after you. You were mumbling something. I touched your shoulder and you attacked me. Your eyes... That's what got me. They were red. Not blue. Red. Like you wanted to kill me. I shook you off and I ran. You were scratching on the door all night before you yelled, first person to sleep, first person to die. Then left."

"I have no idea or memory of last night, except for storming off. I'm sorry. I would never want to that. I don't ever want to hurt you."

He nodded. I stepped into the warm water. Blood was nonstop down the drain. I squeezed blood out of my hair.

I tried reaching the blood on my back. I sighed. Short ass arms. "Need help?" Deon asked amused and he saw me struggle.

I glared. "No." I lied. He chuckled. He held his hand out. I gave him the bar of soap. I turned my back to him.

When he washed all the blood off my back, he stepped back and let me rinse under the water.

Hint: Never, ever, get blood in your hair.

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