Chapter 4 Chapter 4

"No! No ones going to be set free. now tell me about the prophecy. Kye, God of demons demands to know. now do as your future God commands tell me of the prophercy."Dax spoke.

He wasn't bull shitting. even though he was 8, he had still killed many people. Don't ask why because I still don't quite understand it myself mother said I was to young to understand.

"You will never become his second in command in the afterlife nor alpha for long in this life jet." My mothers eyes rolled into the back of her head speaking the words of his prophecy. Jet was his wolf.

My mother spoke with so much power in her voice the ground vibrated sending tiny pieces of dirt scurrying away.

Dax flinched but remained stubborn.

It continued like this many times

Him demanding and her refusing.

My mother and father are the packs prophets along with 10 others but when my mum woke up one morning screaming about a saviour who would save us all from the demon God Kye.

The rest I wasn't aloud to know because I was to young to know the details. But in actual fact i felt I knew a lot more than they hoped.

Time flashed forward like it does every night with Dax threatening multiple times for her to tell him the prophecy and her refusing.

It then stopped at the exact moment Dax stepped behind my father who store into my eyes with determination and spirit like he was giving all he had left to me. His mouth traced 3 words before Dax ran the sharp silver knife through his neck. Making my mother scream with rage.

"You know the prophecy! So why do you ask.?" Her voice as rough as sandpaper.

Her wolf was leaving her.

"Yes but what you have failed to tell me is who she is and where she is."

Walking over to my mother he pulled her hair back from the top of her head. she realised this was the end. I could tell, because as she spoke last words I could never forget.

Her voice held so much love.

"We love you so much honey no matter what remember that. Remember that." And she died taking my crumbled heart with her to join my father with the moon goddess.

I crawled over to my parents screaming over to their blood gushing bodies throwing up at the pain and sight.

Dax walked off throwing the knife deep into the Forrest leaving me with my now deceased parents as I shock them harshly screaming at them to wake up.

I woke from my dream in a pool of sweat gathered in the sheets of my bed.

It's been 4 years since that day at the lake when Dax supposedly tried to drown me. The big guy that came up to me ended up being one of the most powerful assassins in world and happened to have witnessed the hole thing go down. He took a fancy for me and trained me from there probably never expecting me to survive the training let alone end up so good that I killed the head assasin because he got to into my past.

And to believe that was only my first 7 months.

I got out of bed and jumped into the shower. Washing off the grime from yesterday's kill that I had to hide in the trees and cover my self with dirt for camouflage to get a good shot from my sniper at the target. Which I got obviously.

I jumped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me I stalked out of the bathroom and went to my walk in closet.

Picking out my black knitted crop top and leather jacket that was stuffed to the max with hidden silver knifes, darts and a small gun. I grabbed my black ripped jeans

And commander boots which held small poisoned dipped silver knives.

I walked out of my dorm to be greeted by a woman's voice over.

"Queen of spades please report to headquarters master X would like to see you."

Queen of spades that was my calling card.

You see all over the world many assassins are trained in many different ways, or go by many different rules. But the one thing we all have in common is called the deck. 52 of the worlds most skilled assassins are placed on it.

You have your king and queen of each house.

Your houses are your

Hearts.

Diamonds.

Clubs.

Spades.

The King and queen are known for being the most black hearted killers. The ones who enjoy killing evil bastards. And would do anything to complete their mission even if it meant their life.

Then you have your jacks which are the assassins who are good but not as good as the kings and queens but they do there job in a betting manner or in a less serious way.

Then you have the lower cards

10

Ace

Which is pretty much what it says Ace is the lowest of the deck and 10 being the highest apart from Kings, Queens and jacks.

But don't get me wrong they are deadly. There are many assassins out their but only 52 make the deck.

The deck is also like a pecking order, kings and queens are equal.

then it goes jacks and 10 down. Each level shows respect to the higher level other wise they will be killed.

With me so far?

Now I'm the Queen of Spades

Each house has a different personality.

The Spades show no mercy and enjoy a difficult task. No mercy come in handy when killing people you have grown to love and know if your undercover missions. We also don't care about how messy and gross our kills are.