Extra Chapter - Five's pov

Chapter 5

Chaos

Five Hargreeves' point of view

There's too many people for me to stay unnoticed when I shoot. And there only come more and more.

I clench my jaw as I continue walking around the dancing bodies. It's not the champagne that I just drank that makes me want to puke. No, it's the many glances I'm getting from this young woman. She's been peeking at me ever since I entered this shithole. Her eyes practically fall out when she's watching me. And then I'm not even mentioning her drooling.

It's about time that I spot my target. I haven't seen him the whole evening. I'm not doubting that he'll come. I'm sure he will. But I'm doubting if I'll be able to actually kill him in time. There's too many people to notice him. Plus, the woman keeps attempting to distract me. It doesn't work of of course. No one can actually distract me. I'm too focussed.

He could be shooting any moment now, I realize. By him I mean Nic Lotus. A serial killer. Well, he'll be one if I don't stop him. And since I'm ordered to do exactly that, I'm forced to be here at this horrendous event. I wouldn't be here if I didn't have a job. I don't like the way everyone dresses to catch everyone's attention. I swear, they all are hoping to get a decent hookup tonight. Yes, even the married couples. Ridiculous.

Shaking my head softly, I head towards a corner that'll give me the best view I can get. The view that'll make sure I spot Nic before he can even attempt to even aim.

I don't even get to the fucking corner.

The woman who's been drooling over me waves at me, but I ignore it. Sure enough, she hops towards me, making me groan.

"Are you having a great time, sir?" she asks me as a teeth-showing smile forms onto her lips. I suppose she is pretty, yes. But I don't have time for her. I don't have time for anyone. I've got a job to do, and afterwards, I'll be out of here.

"I am." I force myself to greet her with a smile, but it's a very fake one. That's why it surprises me that she doesn't notice it. Or she just isn't willing to notice the lack of attraction I feel towards her. I think it's the last option.

"Would you like to talk over a drink?" she asks, sounding rather sour because I didn't ask her if she was having a great time. Well, no need to be sour. I don't want a hookup any time soon.

My eyes flicker to the diamond luster, finding this conversation super boring, and it makes me wonder why Nic chose—or will choose a gun. It truly was a dumb choice. Surely he could've killed more people by sabotaging that damn luster. It would simply smash on the ground, crushing everyone on the dance floor.

"Beautiful isn't it?" The woman raises her voice a little, wanting an answer this time.

I truly don't have time for her right now. But since I'm close enough to the corner, I suppose I can use her to assure a cover for me. Leaning against a table full of food that I haven't even really looked at, I look at her again. "Yes, beautiful."

But just as the words leave my lips, my eyes fall on a familiar face. A too familiar face. Samantha.

A snarl escapes my lips, and it shocks the young woman a little.

Immediately, I turn to her again, my eyes widening a little. "Excuse me for that." I try to shrug it off with a nervous, fake chuckle.

It doesn't take long until I'm watching the girl again. She's passing through the crowd. Yet, I notice that she doesn't even touch a soul. Her eyes are on me, too. I know that she isn't here by accident. She must've seen the flyers laying in the room I rented. I should've hidden them. I would've, if I knew that there'd be another assassin sneaking into my room.

I don't even have to ask her why she's here. She wants to get information out of me. It's simple; she won't. Apparently, it's still not obvious, so I narrow my eyes at her, making sure she knows I'm watching her every move, too.

"Is something wrong, sir?" The woman takes a step aside, making sure I can't see the girl anymore. Annoyed, I do look at her now. She's frowning at me—like every person would.

"I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid I've seen someone that I need to talk to," I tell her. "I wish you a nice evening."

I don't wait for her to react. Instead, I head straight for the female assassin.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I bark a little louder than I intended, scrunching up my nose. I can't have her here interfering with my job.

Realizing that I'm now further away from the corner I wanted to be in, I grab her wrist, then pull her to the side to the corner, closer to the corner again.

"You looked bored." She tilts her head as her smirk grows. "Thought you could use a surprise. So here I am." She shrugs. "Do you think it's too late to say 'surprise'?"

Her words irritate me, so I roll my eyes at her. "Everything was going rather well," I tell her.

My answer seems to surprise her, because she says, "Really?" as her eyes flicker to the woman that attempted to start a conversation with me just a minute ago. "I couldn't tell." Her smirk grows and grows, making me want to make it disappear.

Quickly, she takes another, huge sip of her own glass of Champaign. For a moment, I can see her enjoying the taste of it on her lips.

I don't allow her to have a moment to enjoy herself here, though. "I can't have you here, not now," I tell her honestly. "Another time I would've fought you with pleasure, but not now." That's not a lie, too. I really would like to beat her ass—especially after she got away last time. I bet she'll regret ever getting out of there when I'm done with her.

She watches me carefully, listening to ever word. "Because you've got to kill?"

So, so right. "Precisely," I answer her quietly, so nobody hears me. They'd be freaked out, and my whole plan would be ruined. Although, then Nic wouldn't be able to kill, either. All his possible targets would have fled already. "Go away," I add.

"You know I'm not going to do that." She shrugs again, and I narrow my eyes at her a little more. "I'm going to enjoy my evening. And that means I don't want to see any blood spilled."

Of course not. But then again, my whole plan is to kill one single person, Nic, so that no one else has to die. The real innocent people will live, and Nic won't ever hurt another person again.

I look back at everyone in the room. Here, too, I've got an excellent view. I realize that I've been getting distracted after all—and by this girl. I sigh, having to concentrate, and that isn't possible with her trying to stop me from killing Nic. Little does she know I'm actually protecting all the others here.

The girl takes another sip from her glass, and I realize that if she drinks more, then she'll probably end up trying to distract me some more. Then, if she succeeds in doing so, she might get killed herself. Dumb, dumb girl.

That's why I snatch the glass out of her hand. Now, she glares at me, but really, it makes me want to laugh.

"Why'd you that?" she asks, both surprised and pissed. "I like a good drink!"

"You should stay sober," I tell her, hoping to put some sense in that head of hers. Then I can't help but add, "There's a murderer in here."

Together with another glare, she says, "No shit," and it's clear that I shouldn't hear it, but I do. With an eye roll, I show her that.

Knowing that she can't be anywhere near me again as I check the room for Nic, I decide to shove the girl against the wall. After all, when she's there, her chance of getting shot lessens, too. Well, maybe she should get shot. It sure would help me.

Having her in place now, I turn around, ready to finish what I came here for. Ready to kill, I look through the room, scan every single face, having to find Nic before he wounds even one person. Only when I'm sure he isn't on the dance floor, my eyes flicker to all the persons on the side of the room. He has to be somewhere.

I don't find him, but I have to. That's why I keep looking, keep focussing. That is until my eyes fall on her again. And she knows that she has caught my attention. She's loving it. That fact wakes up a certain anger inside of me. Why can't she just listen? I'm trying to protect her and everyone else in here. It would be so much easier if she wasn't moving her body like that. If her eyes weren't sparkling like that. Because it distracts me. She distracts me, and that can't happen.

I try to look away—really, I do. But every time, my eyes find her again. And when she smiles, I swear I can't narrow my eyes more. Fucking hell.

Then she starts to twirl. She twirls and twirls and twirls . . . until she's in front of me. There's a mischievous smile on her lips. Her eyes are sparkling that much that it makes surprises me.

"Why don't you leave the killing for one evening and join the fun?" She cocks her head to the side, hoping that I'll give in.

I won't of course.

My eyes fall on everyone behind her, still on the dance floor. And that's when I see it. See him.

But he's too fast.

And people have already noticed him holding his weapon; a gun. Surprise, surprise.

Immediately, the fleeing and running starts. Everyone heads for the several exits, not caring about anyone else. That pisses me off, but I suppose it makes them human. It's their instinct after all. I don't blame them for wanting to save their fucking life.

I'm doing the very same, wanting to save the world from ending.

A shot gets fired. The sound makes my vision blur for a moment. He has started, and I have failed.

But he hasn't hit anyone. His first shot was only to cause panic.

The girl, Samantha, turns around, probably very confused at the moment since she suspected that I was the one who would do the killing. Well, it was supposed to go that way, so she was partly right.

Surprisingly, everyone is able to get out quickly. In no time, we're only with three in the hall. Samantha notices so, too.

But too late. Nic already has his gun pointed at her, wanting to have at least one kill.

"This is the murderer you meant," Elisa whispers right before another shot is fired.

I'm not in time.

I didn't save her.

She gets shot.

If she had fucking stayed where I put her, then she would be safe, unhurt.

A growl escapes my lips as her hands travel to her lower belly. It takes less time for her to fall on her knees, moaning in pain. Watching her in pain, makes Nic smile. Yes—smile. This angers me even more.

I curse silently for having hidden my weapon in the corner. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I was supposed to stand in the corner. How could I have gotten so distracted. It's kind of her own fault. Still, it's my fault, too. I was supposed to be stronger than that.

Immediately, I head for the corner. It's further away than I expected. That's why I take off in a run as the man starts to approach Samantha. I can't fight him with my hands right now. Not when he has a weapon and I do not. My fighting skills are good—superior, actually—but I have to use my brains for this one. He has a gun, and I do not. No fighting skills will help when he's that far away, and perfectly able to shoot. Getting myself a gun it is.

I have to listen to the man gloat as I bend through my knees, reaching for my own gun that's hidden in a flowerpot. It only makes me want to kill him even quicker. I don't allow myself to even glance at the scene behind me, but I know he's close to killing the girl off. To kill an innocent off.

But even though how much easier her death would make everything for me, Samantha is innocent.

A sound does catch my attention, though. And it's that very sound that's making me turn my head for a second. Samantha has fallen on the ground. Now, she's laying on her back, watching the man's every move. It won't take long until she bleeds to death—that is if the bullet hasn't gone through an organ. It's a small chance, but a chance. Always a chance.

Quickly, I stand up again, ready to run.

But Nic's smile stops me. He's so, so happy that it hurts me. How would Samantha be faring when he's actually happy that she's bleeding to death? This world really does have some actual monsters on it.

"Chaos," he whispers loud enough for me to hear. What a madman.

I wouldn't have expected Samantha to answer, but she does, surprising me as always. "Fuck you."

Badass.

She does moan in pain afterwards, though, but that doesn't make her moment of glory any less fucking badass.

But now, she has Nic his whole attention again. And if blood loss doesn't kill her soon, then he will. I can see it in his eyes; there's a murderous twinkle in them, telling me that he's ready to do anything to kill her. To see her eyelids close and listen to her last breath.

No. I shake my head. Not. On. My. Watch.

I succeed in reaching the gun, and I don't hesitate. I won't fucking hesitate. No innocent will die here today.

It happens quicker than I expected, but I fire straight at Nic. I don't even have to take time to aim. I'm that good—of course I'm that good.

It appears I've got a better aim than him—to no one's surprise. He falls on his knees immediately, making the girl her eyes widen.

"Thanks God!" Samantha yells in relief. But she can't do much more. She has lost too much blood and energy. Her time is ticking.

And it's almost up.

Her eyes close, and that's the moment that I actually realize that she has even less than time than I expected.

Immediately, I put my weapon in my pocket. And then . . . then I'm running straight towards Samantha who's barely breathing.

No innocent will die, I tell myself mentally. The words are unable to leave my lips. They can't. I can't. I've got to be fast.

And I will be fast.

Carefully, my arms curl around Samantha.

And then I take off with the girl in my arms.