Revenge
Chapter 7

And with that Megan dismisses us to return back to our room. She is going to start planning everything that we need to get the job done. I could help but feel that something was going to happen. And it wasn’t going to be anything good. While Oliver and I made our way back hand in hand. It seems Oliver wants to take this slow and considering everything that is going on.

As well as the information that was laid out to us, it was fine with me. I met Megan a few times so I got the impression that she is the type to overly plan for any scenario. We made it back to our room, Oliver noticed that our door was ajar. He motions for me to stop but notices he didn’t have any weapons. And I always carried my knives, I moved in front of him with three knives in hand.

While he went to call Megan. I crept inside and noticed that our suite was trashed. Looking at the kitchen, all the food was everything and torn apart. I immediately saw red. My comfort and my escape from everything is cooking and writing.

If either of these are destroyed I’m pissed. The living room, bathroom were cleared. It’s was Oliver’s room that looked like a bomb went off and when I got to my room. On the floor was all my work destroyed. I roared in rage seeing someone come from behind from the corner of my eye.

I use my own weight to slide to the side and throw my knives. To see that each one landed in their intended place. One was in each shoulder and the third in the knee between the femur and tibia, severing the outer ligament. The intruder screamed in pain dropping to their knees which made the pain worse in the knee. They pull out the two in the shoulders, trying to throw them at me.

I moved out the way quickly pulling three more out ready to throw them. They were getting ready to attack, reaching for a weapon. I threw one knife landing it straight into their wrist, blood dripping down their hand.

“And with that you’re not going anyway”, Oliver spoke, placing the end of his blade next to their neck.

“You destroy my work and our food. Who the hell are you?!”, I growled.

Oliver glances up at me for a moment. Confusion and curiosity in his gaze.

“I’ll tell you later”, I answered before he could ask.

The intruder was in all black with a head mask that covered the lower half of his face. His ears were that of a male deer. He was roughly six feet tall and lean. Some people have more torso than legs. But, this intruder had more legs than anything.

Which told me two things: first this person is from Lunar and two they sent someone on purpose who would be light on their feet. The only problem was Lunar didn’t know that both of us were spliced with the feline side of things. So their attempt at stealth was shot down before it even started. The man deer looked up with steel in his gaze.

“Talk if you don’t want to lose your head” growled Oliver.

“What’s the point you’re going to kill me anyway”, spat the male deer.

Walking over kneeling in front of him. I stab the second knife in his hand. His scream sounded in my room.

“Well Jackass that depends on you. I could torture you in a variety of ways that would kill you but will break your mind. And eventually your body or you can tell what you know. Choose quickly I’m not in the best of moods”, I told him icly.

The need to kill him for his disrespect was great but I wanted the information. The deer man looked into my eyes, seeing that I was not joking. And would quite possibly end him before Oliver did. Sweat started to form and his resolve faltered. Oliver pressed his blade closer to his neck, seeing a line of blood slide down his neck.

“Ok ok, my name is Derek. Lunar bought me from my family and spliced me with white tail deer without my consent. They told me if I wanted to be free that I would have to recon and report back to them. If I don’t they will kill me or assume you all in Crescent will kill me.”, he spoke quickly.

Look at Oliver and back to Derek, “So your skill set is reconnaissance? Well Derek you have two options. Either you join us under the approval of our leader, provide us with all that you know about Lunar. Or I will just kill you before my boyfriend here does.”

Oliver smiles at the mention of me calling him my boyfriend. Derek looks like he is about to pass out.

“If I join, wouldn’t you guys kill me because I’m only a deer?”, he asks.

“No, we wouldn’t kill you for that. You can control what they did or what animal was syncable to your DNA. Is there anything else we need to know before we take you to the director”, I say looking at him sternly.

“Yes, they wanted me to see if a woman was here. They just gave me a picture and a name. Told me if she was here to kidnap her and take her back to them. So they can splice her and make her their own. “, he responds.

He showed us a picture and both Oliver and I jaws dropped. The picture he was holding was of me moving my things out of my old apartment. My blue hair tied into a high ponytail French braid. It was clear that she was watching for a while.

And if I had to guess, the only reason why I’m not over there was because Megan got to me first to save me from her.

“Did you take this picture Derek?”, my voice sounded like steel.

Derek trembles as my predatory nature starts to make itself known.

“Yes, the lady told me to go to that location and take one good picture to avoid detection. I followed her for a while until she moved. When she did I reported back to her that the woman moved away. She told me she will replace her and my job is done.”, he looks between the two of us.

“Why did I do something wrong? She just told me to leave it be. I..I don’t know who the woman is. I just followed her orders to avoid getting slaughtered like the others.”

Derek was beginning to tremble.

“The woman in that photo is dead. You no longer need to worry.”, I say.

Oliver looks at me, he knows that picture was of me but doesn’t say anything. I would have to explain later to him why I lied to Derek. Oliver grabs Derek by the arm and proceeds to pull him out of my room. Derek winces in pain as the adrenaline is finally kicking in his system. I follow them out of my room as Oliver leads him out of our suite.

“Now wait one damn minute Oliver! This guy still has my knives in his shoulders and he destroyed my work that I have spent years on”, I say.

Oliver stops and Derek pales when he sees I’m still pissed.

Raising an eyebrow, “ You want your knives back, I take it?”

Pulling them out of Derek’s shoulders, wrist, and knee. He cries out in pain, blood dripping on the floor. I opened a cabinet and grabbed a jar placing the three knives in it, filling it with bleach to kill all the bacteria. As well as blood so that I can polish them later. The fourth I placed into a biohazard bag that I got out of a drawer in the living room. Oliver looks at me confused before the light bulbs went off in his head and he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

We leave our room again, locking the door heading back to Megan’s office. Knocking on the door again the receptionist answers the door. Looking at us before her eyes widened seeing Derek’s appearance and bloody state.

“Tell the director that we ran into someone in our room who needs to be seen”, Oliver says.

“And let her know I have a small gift for her”, I told the receptionist.

She quickly hurries to let Megan know what’s going on. A moment later the receptionist comes out and motions for us to leave the office and to follow her down the hall. Taking Derek with us we leave the office to a more secure room. In every corner there was a camera. Looking around there is a steel table and one chair in the center of the room.

We sit Derek down in the chair. Oliver has one hand on one of his twin blades. I have my hand hovering over my remaining kunai knives. Looking over at Oliver.

“You owe me another set of kunai knives and I mean my favorite ones”, I tell him

Oliver groans,” You know those are expensive but fine.”