Chapter 3 the message of that painting

Chapter 3

NYX POV

"Sorry, my shirt might look bigger to you"

I looked at Vladimir for a moment and accepted the clothes and boxers from him. My forehead furrowed when I saw the boxer and when I looked at him he looked at me hard as if to inform me that it had never been used and that was the only thing he could lend me as my underwear.

It's still raining and thundering. I don't know if there is a storm. We are here at his condo and I am sitting on the couch next to the piano and on the side is a glass window. Here you can see the view of the illuminated city lights and the heavy rain.

"I'm sorry awhile ago. Because of me, you're at risk", I nodded to him and didn't remember what happened earlier. Now, I feel no fear but peace. I stood up and led him to the bathroom. Before I closed the door, the emotion shown in his eyes was regret.

"You cook?", I asked and sat down on the lounger. I just finished taking a shower and changing into the clothes he lent me. He's right, he's too big for me. His body is not very big. Vladimir has a good build. His muscles are in place, the height that every man is craving for, the face. He's almost perfect.

"Kind of hubby", I nodded and when he looked at me, I sat up straight. I bit my lip because I suddenly felt hot?

"What?", I asked when I saw the corner of his lips lift up as if he was suppressing a smirk.

"My shirt looks good on you", I heard curses from him, but it was only weak when he turned his back. I saw him stop and hold the edge of the kitchen, so I could see the appearance of his veins in his hand, as if he was holding back.

"Are you okay?", I was about to approach him but he quickly stopped me and took a deep breath. He quickly turned off the fire and prepared the cooked food in a clean container and placed it in front of me.

My jaw dropped when I smelled the aroma of pasta. He cooked an Italian pasta. I'm a fan of Italian foods, but this one he cooked looks like he just made it himself. The presentation is clean and pretty, he's good huh.

When I looked up, I found him staring at my lips and I could see his sweat running down his neck. Is he hot? It's cold. Oh, he just finished cooking.

"F*ck! I can't take this sh*t anymore. Stay here and just eat. I'm just gonna take a cold s-shower", were his last words as he choked. I was just stunned until he disappeared from my sight.

After I washed the food I went straight to the living room. I walked around the living room and there were only paintings and I couldn't read what each painting meant because I'm not into arts. But out of a sudden, I stopped midway and my eyes were fixed on a painting. Of all the paintings here, he is the only one that is small.

I came closer and stared at it. When I look at it, it's just useless drawings. It looks like a scratch. A black and white color but if you look more closely you will see the red color and a person or let me say a child holding an ax and it is in the air that looks like it will hit two people sitting on the floor.

What?

"Do you know the message of that painting?", he said it full of seriousness and without humor on his face. He was not looking at the painting but at me. The wetness of his hair is still dripping on the floor and I can't help but to compliment how he looks so handsome and dangerous in after bath. D*mn.

"Not sure. But the boy looks like a murderer, who painted that?"

"I am", my forehead furrowed because of his direct answer.

"I am the painter of that painting", Wow? He has a lot of talent.

"It feels so real. You paint so well! What makes you inspired?"

"That's a real life situation. That really happened in real life", I don't know but my breath becomes slow and I can feel the fast pumping of my heart. I have an idea forming in my mind but I don't want to believe it. I can't even seem to listen to what he has to say next.

"I am the child. I killed my parents at a young age using the axe. That's my childhood Samara, it's brutal. I am a killer..."

He said blankly and a creepy thunder roared.

"Ahhh...s-sh*t". I bit my lower lip and tasted my own blood while I stopped myself from moaning. I don't know what to do and all I know is I love these feelings... please and pleasure.

"Do you want me to stop?". I can't understand what he was saying because I am drowning in his pleasure. I was embarrassed because he violently inserted his other finger as if he liked it even more because I didn't answer him. His thrust is deep and rough. But instead of being hurt, I drowned in a delicious feeling.

"Answer me woman".

"U-ugh sh*t....p-please don't s-stop ahhh". I was pulled out by his hair because of his violent kissing of my vagina. I looked at him and met his gray eyes. He stared at me as if he was examining my reaction.

His gray eyes are lust shot. While looking at his eyes I feel hypnotized. I pressed his face to me even more because I could feel the peak of the sky. He licked and thrust quickly and I'm going to be crazy!

"F*ck..." I breathed with my eyes closed as I finished exiting. I opened it and looked at him and that was the shock and masculinity of my eyes when his dominant masculinity dawned on me. The man is huge as*f*ck!

"We were just starting"

I'm dead...

"What are you talking about?"

He stared at me blankly and didn't seem to want to repeat what he said. It thundered loudly again and it was like a shadow on his face. There was no emotion on his face.

I wanted to shake my head but I couldn't seem to move from where I was standing. I don't want to believe it because I feel it's not true.

"H-haha you're funny", I laughed awkwardly but he doesn't even care. I took one step back. Even though the inside is closed, I feel like the wind is hugging me, it's very cold.

"Don't fool me, Vladimir. What you're saying is pointless! I don't believe yo---", I couldn't finish my speech when the door suddenly opened and the men entered who looked very wet from the rain.

They're all wearing a black suit, black pants and a black shoe. They have all rolex in their left hands and had the same shades on so their whole faces cannot be seen. It's evening, why are you still wearing shades?

But what caught my attention is an old man who is wet but the blood still stains his white long sleeve and some bruises on his face. He was on his knees and a man in black pointed a gun at his heart.

The old man screamed when he was punched on his back and spoke a lot of curses.

"F*ng* you! I'll kill you! Animals!"

"Shut his godd*mn mouth", Vladimir said coldly so the old man's mouth was suddenly covered with duck tape. It speaks but cannot be understood because of the duck tape.

"Men 2 got a shot señorito", said a man and his side suddenly screamed because of the pain he suffered. I smiled because his finger applied to his wound and removed the bullet and I just closed my eyes because of the loudness of his scream.

"W-what is this?", my voice trembled when I asked him that. He smirked and approached the old man.

"Isn't it obvious Samara? I believe you are not dumb so I guess you know it already. Stop asking questions because it leads you to danger"

I see a different Vladimir now in front of me. My mouth almost fell open because I couldn't believe that I was like a demon in front of me right now.

"We have removed the two señorito. We leave a note on their dead body and deliver it to the enemy's house just like you say"

"Job well done, Men 1", Men 1 nodded and smiled and he was the one who said about Men 2's wound.

"Who is she?", asked the man behind.

"just somebody"

Someone. Suddenly the expression on my face became blank and Vladimir smirked. He turned to the old man and without saying anything he took out a gun and shot both of the old man's legs. The old man screamed in so much pain but I stared at Vladimir even more.

"You will never kill me old man. A monster like me will never die", Vladimir looked at me and suddenly without hesitation he shot the old man's forehead and his chest.

Blood flowed and the old man's dead body fell to the floor. He gave the gun to his men and approached me with a grin.

"Do you believe now, Samara?"

"What have you done?"

"Finished and removed the obstacle weeds Samara"

"Your a monster! No, you are worst!"

I don't know if what I saw was right that I saw pain in his eyes but when I blinked it was still cold.

"I am Samara. I am hell"

"W-why?", I didn't think there was a tear from my eyes. The last time I cried was the day my parents disappeared. But right now, I am crying in front of the monster. He didn't answer and his face was still blank.

"F*ck! Are you going to kill me too? Then do it! Kill me!!! F*cking kill me"

Out of anger, I quickly approached him and hit him. I saw that his men were about to rush towards me but he raised his hand to stop them from approaching.

"I f*cking hate you! I cursed you"

"I'll take that as a compliment Samara, thank you", I gritted my teeth and kicked her hard. It thundered very loudly and I saw his lip bleeding because of my blow. My fist hurts but it hurts more that he must be that kind of person.

"Why do you kill? Does that make you happy?"

"Too much", I came again and stroked his chest but he didn't even move. He stayed still. Until I got tired and continued to cry, my forehead rested on his chest.

Heavy rain and thunder continue. Why do I feel pain? Maybe because I already like this shit. You'd think it was too fast, p*ta! Fuck these feelings.

"Hate me all you want Samara. Cursed me if you want Samara. I'll accept it all"

"I-I don't want to believe it. Wake me up from a bad dream oh. Just kill me too", I looked up and he met my teary eyes.

"I can't. I will never do that"

I laughed and walked away from him. I keep laughing, that dead laugh. He kept looking at me and he was going to come closer to me but I moved further away from him. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears then looked at him seriously. I want to applaud him because I saw him hurt?

"I hope it wasn't my car that you drove into so I wouldn't recognize you. Fuck you, you thought that I even liked a dying person like you"

"Samara"

"Stop saying my name using your cursed mouth! From now on, don't ever f*cking show your face again. I don't wanna see you again, never again. I really hate you. You are a killer. You. are.a.f*cking.psychopath!!! No one will ever love you, you'll die in sober. D*mn you!"

"Kill!"

"Hella blood!"

"Death!"

I ignored the loud shouting of the people here because my eyes were only focused on the woman lying on the floor while I was on top of her.

Her bloody face and her mad eyes are looking at me intently. The knife I was holding was aimed at his neck while he was using all his strength to prevent it from hitting his neck. I didn't plan to play today, but when I was about to leave the underground, he suddenly rushed at me and stabbed me in the shoulder, but because I got away quickly, he only hit me lightly.

And right now, we ended up in this position. I saw her smirked and she lifted her head with all her might and looked at me strongly. I dropped the knife and lay on the floor.

I was about to stand up but it's too late because now he's on top of me again. He was about to stab me but I was alert and stopped his hand.

"Death is so mad right now"

"Finish it Death!"

They shouted my name and I just laughed. I was seriously looking at him and he was very loud and the people shouted even more when he lay down. I quickly stood up and kicked him hard.

"D*mn you b*tch!"

"Thanks", I smiled at her so she was very annoyed. He got up and attacked me with his weak hand combat fighting. Seriously? He is just wasting his life.

I kicked her and threw the knife on her knee. She screamed and forcefully pulled out the knife that I hit her so that her blood flowed more and more on the floor.

Before she can even make an attack, I run on her spot, took a jump and kicked her neck causing her to fall and lose consciousness.

I am not a killer so he is just sleeping but not dead yet. The people here shouted loudly and worshiped my name.

"Death!"

"She's so amazing!"

"Cool"

"No one can defeat her!"

"A death indeed"

I ignored their shouts and quickly left the place. When I got out, I was greeted by the cold breeze of the wind.

I looked up in the dark sky and smiled bitterly. It's been 4 years and half of those years I'd spend it to train myself and be skilled. From that night the course of my life changed.

"Done?", I looked at Vertex who was leaning on his black sports car while his two hands were in his pockets. The wind blows her brown hair while her serious eyes look at me.

He's wearing a brown polo shirt and a black pants and a white sneakers. He looks like a car model. Vertex is tall, had a good build of body, handsome and a tan man.

I walked closer to him and suddenly he took out his handkerchief and wiped my cheek which still had traces of blood there as well as my hand which was wounded and swollen.

"You stretched? How does it feel?", he said seriously and I just looked at him. What he meant was that someone tried to challenge me again so that my bones were stretched.

"Boring", I answered and he smirked. He's used to that being the answer I always give when I have an enemy. When he finished wiping, he opened his car and I just laughed.

"Hop in so I'll help your bruises"

I didn't say anything and went inside.

"Did you kill him?", Vera asked me when Vertex and I finally entered the Agency. Bloodius is the name of the secret agency where I am staying and working now. I am a member of this famous and secret agency. There are many of us here but only Vera and Vertex are the ones I can say I agree with because the others have a grudge against me.

Bloodius is the one who ruled this agency. The name of the agency he followed his name. He is in late 50s and I treat him like a father. The people here envy me that much because I'm supposed to suck and be a hero. I am always on top because every mission that is given to me, I finish polished and clean.

"It'll be a miracle if she did that, Vera", answered Vertex and the other just snorted. Like I said, I am not a killer. In all the missions I haven't killed yet. I have a different way of defeating my opponents. Gentle yet bloody.

"Bloodius wants to talk to you, Vertex and I will wait here", I nodded to the two of them and walked towards the BR(bloodius room). I didn't knock and went in right away. I saw him sitting on his throne and his eyes landed on me, expecting my presence.

"Let me guess, another boring fight?", I nod lazily and sat on the chair then drank some wine. He smirked and blew smoke from his cigar.

He stood up and came to me then put something on the table. I stared at it blankly and he sipped the whiskey.

"This will be a good game Death..."

To Be Continued...