(Kasai POV)

He quickly recovered from his shock, sneering at me from behind the desk. Eleanor stood behind me, sunk to her knees and staring at me in disbelief.

It's not your time yet, Bloodwraith.

You have changed.

In the meantime, I am quite excited to burn this pathetic excuse of a man into a crisp. I could feel the excitement coursing through my body, my hands shaking in suspense.

For when this is over...

...he WILL praise me.

And I can hardly wait for that moment of his approval. Of the man I have worked so hard to grab the attention of.

"Go." I glanced back at Bloodwraith.

"I...I can't." She whispered, staring at the floor. Her eyes were red, and droplets of clear liquid shined from the floor.

She was crying. I've never seen her so vulnerable before. I never expected she could ever be so vulnerable before.

"Then watch." I smirked, focusing back on Wilson Waverson and his rageful face.

"You shouldn't have tried to get in the way...whoever you are supposed to be." He growled.

"I am her ally. Her friend." I replied with narrowed eyes. "We had a deal, and I intend to see it through."

Eleanor's eyes widened as she looked up, staring at me.

He scoffed. "You're a fool. Eleanor, I changed my mind. I have a new first target. Your order is to kill this woman."

A powerful feeling washed over the room at those words. I turned around, facing Eleanor as she stared at me with widened eyes, tears at the edge of her eyes as she slowly started to stand up.

"No, no no no..." She muttered under her breath. "Damn it!"

Wilson laughed in a malicious glee, before suddenly releasing a violent cough and sending small sputters of blood across his desk.

I seriously can't wait to snuff your corrupted life, to send your head flying with one swift move.

"No...you need to...you need to go..." Eleanor spoke through gritted teeth, her movements tense and rigid, filled with reluctance and conflict.

She pulled out a knife, and in a moment she rushed me. And while her movements held an intent to kill, her gaze was one of horror and suffering.

A look no one should have to hold.

Her knife deflected off of my blade. In an instant she was already upon me, swinging her blade towards my face. With a slight sidestep I dodged the knife, and the next second I blocked her next strike with my katana.

"Don't underestimate me." I spoke, using the hilt of my sword to knock her knife away and send it flying.

Her body recovered immediately, already sending a fist towards my face. I jumped back, only for her to pursuit once more, sending a flurry of punches.

I grunted as one caught me in the stomach, before another hit me across the face. My vision was dazed as her heel hit my face, a powerful kick in a second. She was truly skilled in a way befitting of the number one assassin and hitman in Champion City.

I ripped my glove off with my teeth as she got close, throwing my ungloved hand at her as if to grasp her face. Her body immediately recognized the danger, jumping back and ending her assault.

"What are you doing?!" Roared Wilson from his seat.

"That woman is much more dangerous than you think." A new voice stated.

From the shadows in the corner of the room appeared Nightshade, as if he was always there. He glanced at me, a look of understanding passing through our eyes.

All according to the plan.

Wilson's head jerked towards him, a sneer on his lips. "What are you doing, get her!"

"Why should I?" He crossed his arms.

"I order you to go get her!" He roared, the power of his words being felt across the whole room.

Wilson collapsed against the desk with a thud, groaning as he clutched it with pained hands. He let out a disgusting series of coughs, violently shaking.

"Bear with it for a little longer, Kasai." Nightshade stated, walking towards me as shadows crawled up his arms.

Nightshade and Eleanor started to circle me, their bodies working against their wishes. Eleanor's face was distraught, while Nightshade held one of a calmness and unmistakable confidence.

Well, of course he would. It's working.

Who knows how many more we need, but I'm sure we can do it. And by that, I need to hold the both of them off.

I ripped off my other glove, throwing it out to the side and extending both of my hands, one facing each assassin circling me. They each continued to circle me, slowly getting closer and closer.

"Why is this taking so long?!" Growled Wilson. "Take care of her already!"

"Unless you've forgotten, I don't exactly have control of my body right now." Nightshade replied. "Why don't you do something about it?"

"God damn it." He muttered under his breath.

"Go on, order me to rush her." Nightshade added. "I'll make it real quick."

"Fine. I order you to rush her and take care of this already." The man groaned, clutching his head, his face paling.

Nightshade dashed towards me in a second, his shadowy arm stretching much further than a normal one could.

I sliced through the shadow, dodging Nightshade. Eleanor appeared behind me, and I barely avoided being stabbed straight in the neck.

"Just go already!" Eleanor cried out.

I continued to dodge the two as they rushed me, cuts ripping through my clothes and appearing on my skin. With the two of them at once, I could barely defend myself properly, and my body was getting littered with scratches.

Wilson let out a pained gasp, clutching his chest as he fell onto his desk. His body spasmed as he let out the worst cough yet, practically vomiting a puddle of blood onto his desk.

His eyes widened as his legs failed him, not allowing him to move. And then, in an instant, the oppressive aura that the room was once in disappeared.

The power was gone.

Both Nightshade and Eleanor stopped attacking, the latter staring at her shaking hands with shock and confusion.

"W-what...?" She muttered.

"Finally." Huffed Nightshade.

"W-what's going on...?!" Wilson sputtered, shakily standing up, color starting to return to his face. "What happened to my orders?!"

"Your body released them so you wouldn't die." A new voice answered from behind him. "You had too many going on, taking too much of a toll on your body."

Wilson swerved around, looking outside of the shattered window. There, floating in the night, were two people.

Sophie floated in the air, jets under her feet and her back to keep her suspended in place. Sitting on her shoulder, legs crossed, was a man in black pants, a black hoodie, and a full face black mask with a red diamond over one of the eyes.

He's finally here.

Checkmate.

Did I do good, Jason? Will you praise me?

"I'd say it's nice to finally meet you, but that would be a lie." He chuckled, jumping off of Sophie's shoulder and onto the floor of the building.

"Y-you?!" Wilson exclaimed.

"Me." I could hear the grin under his mask.

In a swift move he kicked Wilson, sending him flying over the table and crashing onto the ground in front of us.

"I know all about your power. Three conditions, am I right?" Checkmate laughed, sitting down in Wilson's chair. "One, ingesting the blood of the person. Two, knowing their real name. And three, having some sort of relation to them."

"Quite the odd power, to allow you to control those you're related to, as long as you drink their blood." Checkmate continued. "That's how you became the CEO of Waverson Corporation, is it not?"

"H-how did you-?!" He growled, trying to stand up only to suddenly be grabbed from behind.

He was lifted in the air by a shadowy tendril, holding him by the neck. Nightshade glared at Wilson, keeping him in the air.

"How dare you!" Wilson glowered at Nightshade. "I order you-!"

He was cut off the shadows wrapping themselves around Wilson's mouth, keeping him gagged and unable to utter the proper words for his power.

"You know, I really detest you." Checkmate stated, leaning his head on a hand. "You messed with someone close to me. And I'm fucking pissed."

"But, your fate isn't in my hands." Checkmate hopped onto the desk, sitting atop it as he shrugged his shoulders. "I'll leave that to the ones that deserve it the most."

And that's when I realized that Eleanor had disappeared. At least, until she had appeared again.

"I'm...finally free." She spoke, suddenly standing in front of Nightshade and Wilson. "Free of the suppressor. Free of your orders."

Her power...it's finally returned.

"Hah...hahaha....HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Eleanor cackled, holding her face in her bloody hands as she maniacally laughed.

Wait...bloody hands?

"...it's happening again." Nightshade whispered as Wilson's eyes grew wide with fear. "The true reason she was so wanted."

I looked down at myself, seeing the blood from my cuts trailing down my body and onto the floor. But instead of forming a puddle, it continued to crawl in an unnatural way, almost as if it was a snake slithering.

The blood continued to crawl towards Eleanor as she continued to laugh, crawling up her body and moving towards her hands.

"It's time to show my real powers..." Eleanor chuckled. "And why I'm called THE BLOODWRAITH."

The blood moved up and joined the rest of the blood on her hands. And from there, they formed two jagged, solid blood spikes. One for each hand.

Nightshade dropped Wilson. He opened his mouth, only for Bloodwraith to immediately stab one of her blood spikes through his mouth. He gagged, grasping at the spike and desperately trying to pull it out.

"Finally you get what you deserve, you piece of SHIT." Eleanor cackled, staring at him in the eyes. "You brought this upon yourself, trying to mess with ME and what's MINE."

"I'm done being scared of you." She whispered with a psychotic smile. "And I can't wait to play with you more in hell."

Eleanor let go of him, pulling the blood spike out of his mouth. The blood spikes on her hands melted back into liquid blood, dripping onto the floor.

Blood poured from Wilson's mouth, creating a new puddle on the ground. And then, in an instant, another blood spike jutted out from the puddle and stabbed straight through his stomach.

He crumped to the ground, the puddle of blood around him continuing to grow as he weakly stared at us with eyes of morbid fear.

"Go ahead, brother." Eleanor smirked.

"Gladly." Nightshade replied.

The shadows around his hand morphed into a large hammer. He stared at the downed form of his father, before repeatedly slamming the shadow weapon onto him. Once he was done, the man was a deceased mess of an upper half with an intact lower half.

You could barely tell the top half was even human anymore.

"Allow me to add the finishing touches." I added, unsheathing my sword.

It immediately ignited in azure fire. The two nodded at me, and I stabbed the blade into the remains of Wilson Waverson. In an instant his body caught on fire, and soon he would burn down into nothing.

"What was that?" I then asked Eleanor, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Stellar isn't the only one with a double-powered S-Genome." Eleanor smirked. "It's a card I like to hold close to my chest. Rejoice, you're one of the very few to know and live!"

Nightshade sent one last glance towards Eleanor, before then turning to the side. He looked over to Checkmate with a slight smile, before it promptly vanished as if it never happened.

"Our deal is done." He stated. "Don't expect to ever see me again."

"Thank you, Nightshade." Checkmate replied.

"...no, thank you." And with those words, Nightshade melted back into the shadows and disappeared from the room.

Checkmate hopped off of the desk, walking towards the two of us.

"And thank you for your help, Kasai." He nodded.

"I would've helped anyways." I replied. "But you better make good on your deal."

"I will." He replied.

"Good." I smirked, walking past him. "I look forward to it."

I can't wait...for our date~!

"And Kasai?" Checkmate added.

I turned, looking back at him once last time, even though I wished I could stare at him forever.

"Good job." He stated.

...

G-Good job?

Did he just say...good job?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!