YVETTE
I stared at my future target 'Russell' as he had mumbled out his name alongside numerous apologies before. He sat on the floor by my side, his fidgeting obvious ever since he used the stairs instead of jumping through the window.
Then, a small laugh escaped my lips. He tore his assessing gaze from the slightly purplish corpse to me. His jet black eyes went round. "You know what, Russell? I don't give two shits for YOUR problem. Go report it to the guild, request a mission for the knights or whatever."
"But-"
"Not. My. Problem." I cut him off immediately and headed for the door, my hatchet resting on my shoulder as I held it loosely.
Just as my gorey glove made contact with the doorknob, his voice rang out, hestiant and breathy but clear. "I-If you go, know that the guild will summon you."
My head snapped back. "What?"
His back was to me and his hood down, his focus outside the window like his issue was irrelevant as the moonlight gleamed on the chestnut tides of locks that fell to his shoulders.
"You killed the wrong target… WE are in this, together."
I froze. How did that slip my mind?
I… I had failed my mission and that comes with consequences… no. I can't accept that.
"What on Earth are you trying to propose?" I said managing to keep my voice low despite wanting to throw my hatchet into his long lanky frame.
He turned to me, his expression unreadable, empty like his head.
He mumbled to himself first before speaking louder to me. "You might have to… fulfil her destiny."
Silence reigned then I muttered back to him, "Fuck you."