04-03-2018, 06:45 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua had never been afraid of the thought of him getting captured by an enemy once he was let out into the world to complete jobs for his family. With the attitude that he carried with himself when he was younger, he didn't really care what others would try to do. The assassin had such confidence in his skill, and his older brother told him that he could easily take on any sort of opponent that he came across as long as he was able to outsmart them quickly enough. Either way, he had been trained to make sure that if he was ever captured that he wouldn't give out any sort of information about himself or even the family for that matter. The Zoldyck family had plenty of secrets that they liked to keep for themselves without telling anyone. Thanks to his curious mind, he was able to unveil those secrets bit by bit and now had confidental information on the Zoldyck family. Meaning that if he was ever going to get captured and was close to giving out information, his family would probably step into action. Although there was little that the creatures could do with the information that was given to them as most creatures were weaker than most Zoldyck members in the first place. Going through torture after torture, Killua thought htat if he was ever captured and torture he would grow quite bored, waiting for a moment to where he would be able to get himself out of the terrible situation. If they planned on killing him, they would probably let go of the weakness act and simply just tear them to pieces. At least that's what he would have done back in the day. The Zoldyck didn't work on the premise that if they were captured and milk for information, that they would have to figure out a way to kill themselves. That was counterproductive out of consideration that they would have to get another family member and train them all over again to replace the one that they ended up losing. They were precious to the rest of the family, and if they were going to send out a rescue mission it would mean that there would only be one other Zoldyck to take care of it. Besides, they had confidence in their own skills so that they most likely wouldn't need rescue, as trying to contact a family member that could be a continent away wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do if someone was being held in a cell. All of them had specific powers that made it easier to communicate, but with how stubborn each family member was, they weren't about to ask for help unless they were in extreme danger. Killua had no idea if any of his family members ended up getting themselves captured. He knew that he shouldn't even consider his family to be family. Other clanners would say that they had no right to be his family after the horrid things they ended up doing to him. But, they were still his family. He would be slightly upset if his grandfather and father suddenly died because he did enjoy their company to a degree. The same with Kalluto, as he was his older brother and was supposed to be the one to protect him as well. They were still technically his family even if they did get on his nerves over and over again. He was a killer though, and there was probably no taking that off of his track record. There would always be blood on his paws. There would always be flesh that he had carved into whether or not the animals realized it or not behind the facade that he constantly had on his fact. Yet, he was trying his best to wash away the past that clung to his back for a majority of his life. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, he could actually end up starting over with how he wanted his life to be instead of the outline that his parents ended coming up with when he was just a kitten.
Because he was a killer though, he did have a killer mentality. No matter what a creature said about themselves in the world that they were in, the Zoldyck believed that he could kill it. Even if they had nothing but armor surrounding their body, nothing was every perfect. There were chinks in anyone's armor that anyone could exploit if they were given enough time to do a trial and error and see if their attacks did anything. Most creatures took Killua at face value instead of looking past of what was actually there. They thought that he was just a kid, capable of not knowing what he wanted in his life. Which was partly true. He didn't have a distinct goal in his life of what he wanted to do. He knew what he didn't want to do though. He didn't want to inherit the family business. He didn't want to be an assassin anymore. He didn't want to go back to that damned castle anymore. It was suffocating. Yet when he did finally reveal what he was capable of, other immediately became afraid of him. And yet they had wondered why they hadn't revealed to them sooner. What did they think was going to happen? No one could possibly the know the name of the Zoldyck member unless they did some serious digging. Most documents that concerned the family were usually destroyed before the information could even be linked in the end. Which had confused Killua the most as to how the female had even knew his name in the first place. Just knowing a Zoldyck's name certainly had power, but it could also bring a danger to those that knew the name. If they were going to be hunted down for the knowing too much information, the Zoldyck's would be the one to deliver the final blow. He wasn't currently concerned about the other's well being though, and instead of the well being of his own. Had the other known he was going to visit the clans and made sure that she had been the only one to approach him before anyone else could? Did she have a power that he didn't know about that could have activated as soon as he started talking to her. There was also the factor that she could have used a mental power on him without him noticing and shifted through his memory. No. That was impossible. He always made sure that he had a strong mental barrier, and he always felt it when someone tried to mess with his memories. There was no way she could get passed a mental barrier as strong as his. But what if he could? Killua often thought of the worst case scenario in these situations. He couldn't even recognize her. It sparked nothing in his mind when he looked at the canine. He was only confused as to how this could have possibly happened. But did the other think that he was still an assassin still? If her information was outdated, that could definitely be a factor in this situation. Which would put him in more trouble because if she started to tell others what he was, which he wasn't anymore, then they would want to have his head on a stake. Killua's eyes had been darting around the entire that they were in the short span of silence. As if looking for answers, deep in thought as he tried to dwell into the back of his mind. And that's when the headache began again, his brow furrowing through the pain, but he kept his body language the same that it had been. He didn't lose sight of Argus though and watched as the female actually sat herself down. Wait. What? Why was she sitting down? Sitting down would mean that she would have a hard time reacting to an attack because she wouldn't be standing up. It was showing weakness. It made Killua clench his jaw thinking that the other was trying to bait him into the thought that everything was going to be fine. There was no longer any sort of trust in his eyes. The assassin flexed his claws in the gravel, trying to calm his breathing. The whispers in the back of his head began to increase in intensity. Illumi couldn't have Killua know information that he wasn't supposed to know. The memories that he had taken from him.
Then Argus started to speak again, and when she did it caused Killua to physically flinch at her words. His eyes widened, in what seemed like a mixture of horror and shock. A child? Had he killed her child? No that was impossible. He hadn't taken a job to kill a child in a very long time. But that could honestly mean anything. Everyone was technically a child always to a parent no matter what age they were at. He didn't kill kittens. Those that were around his age were free game in his mind because he envied them once he looked at them. But delivering the body to someone? He would have remembered that. Because he would have had to dress the scene and made sure that he got the correct location. Killua's turned to look at the ground as he shook his head, trying to get the headache to go away. "I... I killed your kid? No. I would have remembered. Who the hell are you?" Killua questioned, a growl at the last sentence. Although his tone seemed to be incredibly confused on the first sentence. Killua raised one of his white paws and put it to one side of his face, applying pressure as the other continued to speak. Gunstar? Who the hell was that? He had never heard of such a name. He also didn't have a mentor. There had to be a lie in her story, but then again why would she lie to him? Unless she was trying to trick him waiting for others to appearing. His eyes narrowed into a glare and his lips curled in a defensive snarl. "Bullshit. I've never had a mentor. Why would Riverclan care? I killed their leader. You're making stuff up." Killua hissed toward the canine as he removed his paw from his face. His shortened tail was lashing behind him. What if she was right though? Then why couldn't he remember that name? Names were the easiest for the likes of him to remember. Sure there was a chance that he would end up pronouncing them wrong.
Kill her.
A very familiar voice finally spoke inside of his head. Causing Killua's body to go rigid. There was a point that his body seemed to relax, the muscles in his shoulders tightening as his eyes seemed to go deeper and deeper to a color, almost black as he looked at Argus. The voice, of course, was his brother. The other Zoldyck being capable of manipulating the emotions and movements of the other to a certain degree. To drive Killua in the right direction. At this moment, this was bad for Illumi. Not only because he knew that it would cause a lot of problems for Killua's mental health, but also because it would mean that Killua would learn the truth of why some faces looked familiar to him time and time again. Besides, it seemed this canine seemed to know a little bit too much and would be better disposed of instead of keeping her alive. The longer she was alive, the higher potential that she could reveal more information that she shouldn't possibly know. As soon as Killua blinked though, his eyes returned practically to normal. Raising one of his paws he sank his claws into his left paw, a snarl ripping through his throat. "Shut up!" Killua shouted, mostly to himself. His brother had to be around for him to finally raise his voice like that. Right? He was losing it. There was no way someone could manipulate his memories. He would have noticed. Something. Anything! Blood from the injury on his paw leaked on the graveled ground below as he panted. What the hell was going on?!
Because he was a killer though, he did have a killer mentality. No matter what a creature said about themselves in the world that they were in, the Zoldyck believed that he could kill it. Even if they had nothing but armor surrounding their body, nothing was every perfect. There were chinks in anyone's armor that anyone could exploit if they were given enough time to do a trial and error and see if their attacks did anything. Most creatures took Killua at face value instead of looking past of what was actually there. They thought that he was just a kid, capable of not knowing what he wanted in his life. Which was partly true. He didn't have a distinct goal in his life of what he wanted to do. He knew what he didn't want to do though. He didn't want to inherit the family business. He didn't want to be an assassin anymore. He didn't want to go back to that damned castle anymore. It was suffocating. Yet when he did finally reveal what he was capable of, other immediately became afraid of him. And yet they had wondered why they hadn't revealed to them sooner. What did they think was going to happen? No one could possibly the know the name of the Zoldyck member unless they did some serious digging. Most documents that concerned the family were usually destroyed before the information could even be linked in the end. Which had confused Killua the most as to how the female had even knew his name in the first place. Just knowing a Zoldyck's name certainly had power, but it could also bring a danger to those that knew the name. If they were going to be hunted down for the knowing too much information, the Zoldyck's would be the one to deliver the final blow. He wasn't currently concerned about the other's well being though, and instead of the well being of his own. Had the other known he was going to visit the clans and made sure that she had been the only one to approach him before anyone else could? Did she have a power that he didn't know about that could have activated as soon as he started talking to her. There was also the factor that she could have used a mental power on him without him noticing and shifted through his memory. No. That was impossible. He always made sure that he had a strong mental barrier, and he always felt it when someone tried to mess with his memories. There was no way she could get passed a mental barrier as strong as his. But what if he could? Killua often thought of the worst case scenario in these situations. He couldn't even recognize her. It sparked nothing in his mind when he looked at the canine. He was only confused as to how this could have possibly happened. But did the other think that he was still an assassin still? If her information was outdated, that could definitely be a factor in this situation. Which would put him in more trouble because if she started to tell others what he was, which he wasn't anymore, then they would want to have his head on a stake. Killua's eyes had been darting around the entire that they were in the short span of silence. As if looking for answers, deep in thought as he tried to dwell into the back of his mind. And that's when the headache began again, his brow furrowing through the pain, but he kept his body language the same that it had been. He didn't lose sight of Argus though and watched as the female actually sat herself down. Wait. What? Why was she sitting down? Sitting down would mean that she would have a hard time reacting to an attack because she wouldn't be standing up. It was showing weakness. It made Killua clench his jaw thinking that the other was trying to bait him into the thought that everything was going to be fine. There was no longer any sort of trust in his eyes. The assassin flexed his claws in the gravel, trying to calm his breathing. The whispers in the back of his head began to increase in intensity. Illumi couldn't have Killua know information that he wasn't supposed to know. The memories that he had taken from him.
Then Argus started to speak again, and when she did it caused Killua to physically flinch at her words. His eyes widened, in what seemed like a mixture of horror and shock. A child? Had he killed her child? No that was impossible. He hadn't taken a job to kill a child in a very long time. But that could honestly mean anything. Everyone was technically a child always to a parent no matter what age they were at. He didn't kill kittens. Those that were around his age were free game in his mind because he envied them once he looked at them. But delivering the body to someone? He would have remembered that. Because he would have had to dress the scene and made sure that he got the correct location. Killua's turned to look at the ground as he shook his head, trying to get the headache to go away. "I... I killed your kid? No. I would have remembered. Who the hell are you?" Killua questioned, a growl at the last sentence. Although his tone seemed to be incredibly confused on the first sentence. Killua raised one of his white paws and put it to one side of his face, applying pressure as the other continued to speak. Gunstar? Who the hell was that? He had never heard of such a name. He also didn't have a mentor. There had to be a lie in her story, but then again why would she lie to him? Unless she was trying to trick him waiting for others to appearing. His eyes narrowed into a glare and his lips curled in a defensive snarl. "Bullshit. I've never had a mentor. Why would Riverclan care? I killed their leader. You're making stuff up." Killua hissed toward the canine as he removed his paw from his face. His shortened tail was lashing behind him. What if she was right though? Then why couldn't he remember that name? Names were the easiest for the likes of him to remember. Sure there was a chance that he would end up pronouncing them wrong.
Kill her.
A very familiar voice finally spoke inside of his head. Causing Killua's body to go rigid. There was a point that his body seemed to relax, the muscles in his shoulders tightening as his eyes seemed to go deeper and deeper to a color, almost black as he looked at Argus. The voice, of course, was his brother. The other Zoldyck being capable of manipulating the emotions and movements of the other to a certain degree. To drive Killua in the right direction. At this moment, this was bad for Illumi. Not only because he knew that it would cause a lot of problems for Killua's mental health, but also because it would mean that Killua would learn the truth of why some faces looked familiar to him time and time again. Besides, it seemed this canine seemed to know a little bit too much and would be better disposed of instead of keeping her alive. The longer she was alive, the higher potential that she could reveal more information that she shouldn't possibly know. As soon as Killua blinked though, his eyes returned practically to normal. Raising one of his paws he sank his claws into his left paw, a snarl ripping through his throat. "Shut up!" Killua shouted, mostly to himself. His brother had to be around for him to finally raise his voice like that. Right? He was losing it. There was no way someone could manipulate his memories. He would have noticed. Something. Anything! Blood from the injury on his paw leaked on the graveled ground below as he panted. What the hell was going on?!
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO