(Song of the chapter: 'I Did Something Bad' - Taylor Swift)

*Gore warning*

At 11:30pm that night, I stood in front of a full-length mirror propped up against my wall, inspecting my all-black ensemble.

It covered every single inch of skin from my chin downwards, fitting the contours of my body like a second skin. Almost like it was made for me... not that it wasn't.

I flipped my long hair over my neck and slowly started to braid it, watching my reflection mirror my actions.

I had, in my opinion, extremely bothersome long hair. My parents never really marked out 'Going to the hair salon' dates on the calendar, so it's just been allowed to grow out without anyone bothering it. I'd always been afraid of how I'd end up looking if I ever tried to give myself a haircut, regardless of the YouTube tutorials that I'd watched. So I also left it alone, though I had to trim off some split ends every now and then.

Okay, if by now you're a little bit confused on the subject of my parents, lemme clarify some things. I have a biological father. My biological mother, he tells me, is dead. The parents that I have now are apparently related to my biological mom - in other words, they're actually my uncle and aunt. But since neither of them have ever told me anything about my dead biological mother, I continue to think of them as my parents and also continue to hold out hope that my biological father is something of a crazy person.

Once I ran out of hair to braid, I coiled it up and held it in place with one hand, while I used the other to stick pins in my mouth. I used my reflection as a guide as I took out one pin at a time to put in my hair. Once my hair was tight as a noose on my head, I picked up my black mask from my bedside table.

Its purpose was to conceal my facial features as well as protect my head. It was carved into a wolf face, and as I slipped it onto mine I felt it tighten across my forehead and cheekbones, locking in place.

The mask abruptly cut off right below my top lip, because I usually wore silver-tipped fangs over my teeth. I slipped them on then and beheld my entire reflection in the mirror. Just the sight of me then could induce nightmares in men.

I stuck my tongue out at my reflection.

Why am I getting so sexily decked up, you might be wondering? Well, it's not to go to a cosplay convention, that's for sure. Remember when I mentioned that my biological father runs a gang made up of super humans? Well, since I'm part of said gang, my personal duties involved me being an...exterminator, of sorts.

Alright, I'll just say it: I'm an assassin. That's why I'm getting all dressed up, to go do assassin-y stuff. Get off my dick.

Every part of my face and body was now concealed by my black apparel, except my lips. I once asked Gavin - my biological father - why he didn't make the mask so it covered my entire face.

He told me that the material the mask was made of wouldn't allow me to get a word out if it covered all of my face. Besides, he told me, it would be my own fault if I let myself get shot in the mouth. I felt the love right then, let me tell you.

For the next part, I made myself focus on my eyes, noting the full extent of their color. While on the outside I looked every inch like a normal fifteen year old girl, my eyes were the only part of my body that revealed the full story, that could tell people that I was something...other.

My irises were a deep black with blue and green flecks of color, all lined with a ring of with gold. This was the normal state of my eyes, but sometimes when I got very angry, the ring of gold around my irises tended to glow.

In werewolf mode, which is what we call the in-between state where we remain human but possess the characteristic abilities of werewolves, the gold of my eyes seems to melt into my iris and turns it a peculiar shade of amber, leaving most of my iris amber except from a starburst pattern of black at my pupil.

Whenever my fellow pack members were in werewolf mode, however, their eyes glowed fully amber, sans the black starburst in the middle.

Maybe the difference was because I was born a werewolf while they were modified into being werewolves by an elaborate procedure whose details I didn't fully grasp yet. Or maybe it was because I wasn't completely a werewolf...not yet anyways. I hadn't shifted yet, and if luck was on my side, I'd never have to. That shit looked painful.

Most of the time I wore these special reading glasses Gavin gave me which made my eyes look uniformly black, and also to fit the typical nerd stereotype. Which brings up the last bit about my eyes: sometimes, my irises became so black you couldn't even make out my pupils, and then the ring of gold around my irises was amber instead and a bit thicker in diameter.

Whenever that happened, it meant that Vixen had taken over my body.

I heard her whispering in my head even now. I'd been playing Halsey's Devil in Me track while I was getting dressed, and she was unamused. And impatient.

Let me out, she growled.

"Fine", I responded, sighing. I'd put it off as long as I could.

I stared at the mirror as the clock struck 11:59 PM, noting how different I looked from the girl who had thrown up in the school swimming pool that afternoon. I lowered my eyes for a moment then, exhaling, I opened my eyes and let my wolf out.

I preferred to call her my wolf instead of my demon, because I'm sure when most people talked about their demons they never really mentioned if said demons could talk back to them.

Plus, it also helped me sleep at night.

_

It was always fascinating to watch when I took control. The gold ring bled into my eyes first, turning amber as it leaked towards my pupils, then suddenly the black from the pupils spread, forcing back the amber.

I sighed as I surveyed us in the mirror. I curved our lips into a vicious smile. We were going to rain death on the city tonight.

Yeah, yeah, just make sure you get some food on your way home, Alpha murmured in our head, sounding cranky.

I snarled, hearing the sound reverberate throughout the room. I was in control now, but she still had the gall to give me orders.

How annoying.

Cry about it later, Alpha snarked at me. Get this done so I can get some sleep in.

"I really wish you'd just go away," I told her, moving us toward the bed and picking up the weapons she'd refused to touch.

"You don't even like killing. Why are you still here?" I sulked. Why didn't she let me have full control?

Because you like it too much, she told me. I paused.

"Oh. Right."

I tried to sound contrite, but I was already grinning from ear to ear in anticipation of killing tonight.

I placed the weapons in our weapons belt and opened the window, stepping onto the thick branch of the oak tree beside it. We closed it behind us then slipped down the tree, falling with a soundless thud.

We walked over to the fountain in the middle of the courtyard and kicked at a specific part of the basin. It immediately slid backwards and a Harley motorcycle rose from below until it was level with the earth. As we slid onto it and gripped it, Arthur suddenly came alive underneath us.

The mirror changed from glass to a scanning red laser, and as we looked into it, it became transparent glass again. Arthur suddenly moved back until we were out of range of the fountain, which slid back into its former position.

A part of the wall directly across from us slowly descended, and Arthur rotated to face it.

"Ready?" I asked Alpha.

I felt her stare out of my eyes and clenched the right handlebar tighter.

"Ready," we spoke then. The motorcycle revved then and we sped through the wall and out into the night.

_

The target had acquired a lot of security in the last four months. The pitiful thing thought that they would somehow keep him safe from us.

We sat on our motorcycle three miles from our destination, surveying the layout of the building that held our target.

The whole thing looked like some prison facility, with lights swiveling around the yard and guards patrolling the perimeter. The sight looked so ridiculous we just wanted to throw our head back and laugh sinisterly.

Did he at least make the guard rotation unpredictable? Alpha wondered, excited at a bit of a challenge.

We drifted a little closer and studied the area. The whole thing wasn't hard to see with our exceptional visual acuity. Waiting patiently, we noticed that the guards wandering around became different guards after a 30-minute interval.

We waited another 30 minutes and the same thing happened.

"No," we said aloud, snorting. "He clearly isn't scared enough of us."

Let's go make his nightmare a reality, Alpha murmured. We grinned. In moments like these, we utterly understood each other.

We crept closer to the building at a snail's pace, our engine utterly silent. We soon reached the barbed wire fence that surrounded the compound. The fence sparked and droned a little. Electrified.

We snorted. The target clearly didn't know much about The Sinner - which Gavin was known as - if he thought that an electric fence could keep us out. Come to think of it, the first error he made was thinking that he could swindle The Sinner in the first place.

We smiled and retrieved a little ladybug-shaped device from our weapons belt. It activated after a retina scan, then spread its wings and flew over to the fence and settled on it.

Instead of being immediately torched, it stood intact for several moments. Shortly afterwards, the buzzing noise stopped and the ladybug flew back to me, its eyes glowing green.

It was truly a bug in every sense of the word, and had managed to turn off the fence's controls just by being in proximity with the machinery. No intrusion alert would be sent, as the ladybug managed to send the command to deactivate from the original controls. It also looped the footage back a couple hours.

There shouldn't be much difference since it was mostly pitch black with a few bright lights here and there.

We replaced the ladybug in our weapons belt, then slid our sword from its sheath. We called it Excalibur for some reason - the Alpha had picked the name - and it could cut through almost anything. It proved this when we sliced through the fence and revved our motorcycle through, undetected.

He really should have spent more money on security. Although, it still wouldn't have been enough.

We set off, clearing the grass while easily avoiding the circling lights. We moved very slowly, almost blending into the dark to avoid the also circling guards. I wanted to just kill them, not allowing them to make any sounds, but Alpha stressed that our kill count tonight had to be just one.

Besides, she said, if we make it to the building without any of this security spotting us, it will just drive home the point that no one is safe. It would scare people more.

I smiled. I liked creating terror among humans.

After a very slow crawl, one of the walls of the building was finally in sight. We backed up a little, still moving slowly, then waited until the current guards moved to switch rotations. Then we sped up and then we were accelerating right up and onto the wall. We continued at our current speed until we were on the roof.

Our motorcycle wasn't any ordinary motorcycle, as you should have guessed by now. It came with a nearly silent engine, wheels that could stick to walls, and many other nice surprises tailored for our purposes.

We revved on the roof until we were sure that we were out of sight of any guards that may have been below. Then we slid off.

Arthur just stood in place without any help from us, giving a big 'fuck you' to the laws of gravity. Blowing it a kiss, we strode across the roof till we got to the other end and looked down.

Sighting the balcony, a smile curved our lips. Wonderful. We were right where we needed to be. And if our intel was correct, the doors behind it led straight to the target's study, where he usually spent the night working.

Well not for tonight, I thought, slipping quietly down the roof and onto the balcony landing.

Or any more nights.

_

An improper assassin would have broken through the glass doors in a theatrical manner and dramatically shot their target though the head with one bullet. We didn't see the need to get glass shards in our suit, so we just picked the lock and let ourselves in.

Besides, we didn't use really bullets anyways. I preferred it more...bloody.

The doors whispered open. Our mole had greased the hinges religiously as promised. We took one step into the room, holding our breath for a moment and not making a sound.

Our target worked at his desk with a single lamp's light on. The rest of the room was pitch black. We almost completely absorbed the light filtering in from the open balcony door, but if he turned his head to the right that second, he would see us.

He didn't. He continued working, seemingly absorbed with whatever it was he was writing.

Alpha had mostly withdrawn, allowing me to handle this alone. She got squeamish so easily, while I on the other hand felt nothing but excitement at what was to come.

I smiled. This was going to be fun.

In half a second, I'd closed the doors behind us and taken the seat across the desk. The movement was so fast he wouldn't have been able to trace it with his pitiful human eyes. I smiled and lounged casually in our seat, propping one booted foot, then the other, on the papers he was working on.

His heart suddenly picked up, beating faster as he stared at our feet. I kept a languid smile on our face until he finally looked up at us, his expression panic-stricken.

"Hello, Mr. Cavanaugh," I greeted amicably. "I see you've been expecting me."

His mouth opened and only a croak came out. I tilted our head and studied him. If he screamed then, he'd be dead faster than any help could arrive.

He didn't scream. No, he did something even more stupid. He dropped one of his hands under his desk and pulled out a pistol, pointing it at us with firm fingers.

Our lips parted in slight surprise. He'd clearly tried to prepare himself for our arrival.

I reached out and casually smacked the pistol from his hands before he could so much as squeeze the trigger. The gun bounced a few feet on the carpet then stilled.

I flexed a wrist and a black painted blade sprung into our hand. I reached out and buried it into the back of the palm that he'd tried to shoot us with, not stopping until it reached the hilt and the rest of the blade was deep into the wooden table.

The whole thing only took seconds. The target let out a pained groan, which I did nothing to muffle. The idiot had most of his security out in the yard, trying to keep me out of his house. If anyone heard his scream, it would take them a while to get in here. We knew that he kept his door locked from the inside, so they'd also have trouble getting in here.

Mr. Cavanaugh gripped the edge of table tightly with his other hand, his face a mask of pain. I grinned.

"Bernie, Bernie, Bernie," I tsked at him, faking empathy. "You really should have known better."

He groaned again and let his head fall down to his chest. I reached over and gently raised his chin with another knife.

"Please," he gasped out, his throat bobbing against our blade.

I - we - chuckled darkly. "That word makes no difference, trust me."

I leaned back and studied him. He still hadn't attempted to remove the knife from his hand, and there was blood pooling onto the papers on his desk. I smiled at the sight.

"You see the thing Bernie," I said, flipping the knife into the air.

"Your instructions were so simple," I caught the knife as it fell, "a five-year-old could have followed them. You were supposed to receive the delivery, sign for it, then get it through the next transportation process without problem."

I raised a finger. "You were not supposed to fake receiving the delivery in front of our men, while smuggling the real one into your warehouse."

I raised another finger. "You were not supposed to split it up and transport our goods to other warehouses and places where you thought we wouldn't know to look."

A third finger went up. "And last of all, you were not supposed to make a profit distributing the goods using homeless children and whores off the street."

He was still gasping from the pain, his face distressfully white. I smiled brightly then leaned over and pulled the blade out of his palm.

"Argh!" he yelled, cradling him injured hand. I examined the blade, feeling the blood seep into our gloves.

"I'm-I'm sorry!" he sputtered out, pushing his chair back and away from us. "I'll repay the money, every bit of it back! I swear!"

"Oh, you will," I said, now holding the knife in between our index fingers. I gripped the hilt and used our gloved thumb to wipe away the blood on both sides. It disappeared into our sleeve.

"But, thing is, The Sinner needed that stuff delivered to him quickly and quietly. He doesn't want people connecting the goods to him and the rest of the gang. He doesn't wish to have people wondering what he's doing with that plant or why he needs so much of it. Everything was supposed to be discreet."

I let the fake friendliness bleed out of my tone, out of my eyes, and let him see the promise of death in their depths. He scrambled back in his chair, almost toppling over.

"You're a worm, Bernard," I told him, crawling over the table. "And worms deserve to be cut up into little pieces."

He tried to get out of his chair and flee then. In one move I drew my sword and pinned him to the seat with it, pushing the sword under his ribs and into his midsection. I took great care to avoid his vital organs.

He gasped, blood pooling around his chest and onto the floor. I eyed him critically. He didn't look like he was going to finish bleeding out any time soon.

Perfect.

The Alpha stirred. What are you doing? She asked me. Just kill him.

"Not yet," I growled at her, reaching for the knife I'd left on top of the table, eyeing the target with malicious intent in my gaze. He met my eyes and loosed his bladder all over his chair.

I smiled then. I wanted him to smile too, so I took my knife and carved a really wide one onto his face.

_

Bernie and I had been having the best time. He was bleeding out, very quickly at that, but he was still very lucid. He screamed very wildly after having his first, second, and third fingers cut off, and the sounds he made were rather interesting. His smile bled down onto his cheeks.

I smiled at the sight and sliced my knife along his bare arm, adding another cut to the many he already had littered there. He gurgled, red bubbles popping on his cheeks. I was reaching out to make another little cut when I saw a faint beam of light from the balcony windows that looked to be heading in our direction.

What the-

I watched the light get closer and brighter. A faint whirring noise could be heard, which got louder and louder the more it approached.

"What is that?" I wondered aloud. My questions were soon answered as soon the light turned blinding and shone through the windows like a spotlight. The whirring noise was unmistakably the sound of a chopper.

"FBI! You're surrounded!" Came a loud shout from outside.

FBI? We were stunned. How did they get here so fast? we wondered.

A shuttered mmpf came from our target. I narrowed our eyes at him and leaped onto the desk, ignoring his panicked cry. I bent nearer until we could see over his side of the desk then looked down.

A red button protruded from the edge of the desk.

"Bernie, you sly fox," I gasped in surprise, reaching out to grab his chin. He struggled but I maintained our hold easily.

I gave him an angelic smile and stroked one side of his cheek in a loving fashion.

"You've brought all the fun here. Oh, you shouldn't have, dear." I tightened our hold, digging the silver claws that tipped our gloves into his flesh.

"You really, really shouldn't have," I told him sweetly, watching the blood run down his neck.

After a moment, I let him go and looked at him regretfully. "It's really too bad you don't get to stay for the show."

The tentative hope shining in his eyes was quickly replaced with mortal fear. Between one moment and the next, the knife was in our hand and I was drawing another smile on him - this time on his throat.

His life blood poured down, drenching him and my gloves.

"Nighty night, Bernie," I cooed, watching as the light slowly vanished from his eyes.

"Mr. Cavanaugh!" We heard someone outside yell. "Are you alright?"

I grinned sadistically, then picked up the body and draped it across my neck like a scarf, holding onto his shoulder and leg. Our cover was blown - there was no need to be discreet any longer. This fact made me deliriously happy.

Whistling, I walked over to the balcony doors and kicked them open. The searchlight automatically trained on us, and we noticed red and blue lights mixed into the fray as well.

I grinned and unceremoniously threw the body over the railing. It plopped onto a police car and slid down, dragging red over the white surface.

"No," I said to sounds of the safety being clicked off the numerous guns currently trained in our direction. "He's dead."

There were a few beats of silence, interrupted only by the beating of the helicopter's wings. Police badges littered the ground area. We counted twenty-eight officers on ground alone, and more than a dozen squad cars and four armored vehicles that presumably belonged to the FBI. Four hearts were beating in the helicopter hovering slightly above us.

I smiled widely at the entire squad of trained law enforcement agents as serenely as if they were there because we'd invited them over for a cup of tea. More than a few of those law enforcement agents exchanged alarmed glances.

"Let me do your forensics team a favor," I drawled, leaning against the balcony completely at ease. It felt like I was putting on a show.

"Time of death: approximately a few seconds ago," I told them helpfully.

There were a few exclamations at this.

"Freeze!"

"Don't move!"

"Put your hands above your head!"

The orders came in all at the same time from several areas in the crowd. Amused, I propped a hip on the balcony railing purposefully.

"So, do I not move or do I put my hands above my head?" I wondered.

"Do you people ever realize that you give contradicting commands to criminals? Then you shoot and claim self-defence when they do what you've just told them to do."

"Vixen! You have the right to remain silent!" A loud voice boomed from above, coming from the helicopter. Raising our head, we saw an agent with a ponytail aiming a gun at our head.

"Whatever you say now would be used against you in a court of law. There is no escape. You are currently surrounded. Surrender and come with us peacefully."

A wide smile had been forming on our face the whole time she was talking. When she finished, I couldn't help but laugh delightedly.

"Tell me - don't you ever get tired of embarrassing yourself Agent Miranda?" I asked, saluting her once my chuckles died.

Our grin turned wickedly condescending. "I mean, we've met, what, twice before this? And you always make a point to read me my rights."

I spread our hands. "Surely, you realize how laughable that is, right?"

I heard a few snickers turned coughs from below. Seemed like some of the badges agreed with me.

"Also, you're particularly hellbent on catching me - the most invested I might say," I pointed out.

"And for what? You think it'll prove to these testicles you work with that you're as good as them?"

I waved a hand at the crowd below. Nobody laughed now. Up above, Miranda's gaze speared through my skull like she'd already put a bullet in me. I smiled languidly up at her.

"I am all for girl power but dream on, hunny." I raised our claws then and inspected them demurely, acting like I hadn't just canceled a whole ass FBI agent.

"You... are... surrounded." Agent Miranda's words sounded choppy, like she was taking great care to get them out through gritted teeth. I must have really pissed her off, I thought with no small amount of amusement.

"There are agents all over the perimeter. You don't have a prayer of getting away this time. Do us all a favor and come peacefully."

She was telling the truth, we knew. If we could see around the building, we'd probably spot more squad cars and armored vehicles all over. But she'd forgotten one important detail: who she was dealing with.

So I enlightened her.

"I don't do favors." I grinned as wide as Pennywise the clown while indistinctly tensing our thigh muscles, ready to spring.

"And I don't pray."

The first bullet fired but we'd already moved. We scaled up the wall like Spiderman, thanks to the special adhesives included in the gloves. Bullets dug into the building, tracking our movements with mere seconds' difference.

They'd gotten better, I thought, grinning wickedly. But it wouldn't be enough.

Sorry not sorry.

Then we were up on the roof, sprinting to the Harley. Swinging onto it, we dodged a bullet and revved the machine.

Let's go, Arthur, we thought, smiling ear to ear in anticipation. We suddenly took off, and then we were flying then falling off the roof and into the fray.

We glimpsed the gullet of a random police officer as we landed on the last squad car in the row. We dashed off it, barely halting our bumpy movements.

Soon we were clear and speeding out of the compound and onto the road.

We were soon in a high speed chase, sirens blaring behind us as the squad cars lapped at our heels, trying to close the distance. We just smiled and revved Arthur again, easily leaving them in the dust. Only the helicopter filled with FBI agents kept up with us.

Bullets came from behind and above. We swerved and zigzagged, moving this way and that to dodge them once they came in close range.

The highway was clear of other vehicles - from above, one would only see a single tiny black speck racing ahead with sea of red and blue lights desperately tailing it.

The Alpha thought that very picturesque and wished for a print to grace her bedroom nightstand.

After 20 minutes or so of relentless pursuit, residential buildings started to trickle into the nightscape. The bullets rained down in earnest now, the cops realizing now that we had a pretty good chance of escape.

We just grinned and continued to weave in-between them. We took the first turn in the street and the next turn after it. Several squad cars followed, close at our heels.

It was getting more difficult for us to maneuver easily, which the cops chasing us would have seen to their advantage. If the same rule didn't apply to them, that is.

We glimpsed it then - a narrow, almost impossible tiny space in between two buildings up ahead. We sped up a fraction but the police didn't follow. They clearly didn't think us crazy enough to attempt to pass through.

Well, ha! They thought wrong.

The alley was approaching too fast at our current speed. We didn't slow down however, letting the police think they were right in assuming we would speed right past it.

Then, at the last second, we accelerated and keeled the motorbike over on its side, slowing its momentum. Our swerve was so impossible and so abrupt that even the chopper lagged behind a few paces in surprise.

When we were positioned right in front of the alley, we rose up then easily glided through it.

The chase with the police department ended then and there, as they obviously couldn't follow me through the alley in their squad cars. However the FBI helicopter persisted in the pursuit, their searchlight trained on us. A bullet whistled close by our ear. The space wasn't wide enough to evade them easily anymore - it would be like shooting fish in a barrel.

We were nearing our area now and needed to lose these clowns, fast. I growled and pulled our gun free from our hip belt.

Remember, the kill count tonight has to be only one, The Alpha reminded me sternly. Do NOT shoot them down.

I won't, I growled back. I glanced up, barely taking a second to aim, then I fired.

There was a glass shattering sound, then the lights that had been trained around me for the better part of an hour were suddenly winked out.

I smiled and hit the brakes. Bullets thwacked into random areas, only guessing at our location.

We simply waited until they flew past, then turned the motorbike around and spun off in the adjacent direction, content.

I picked up some Thai noodles at a drive-thru on the way home. Luckily, I remembered to slide off my mask before I got to the cashier window.

That would have been awkward.