Gavin gave him no more time to speak as he moved swiftly placing the knife firmly in the man's ribs, piercing both his lungs and heart in the process as he was trained to. Gavin twisted the knife to ensure the man was dead, he heard the satisfying crack that confirmed it. Cleric lay on the white tile the life drained from his eyes as his blood stained the floor and pooled across the floor.
'Two down, one target left.'
Gavin thought this to himself as he wiped the knife on the now-dead man's shirt after ripping it from the man's chest. Down the hall, the soft squeak of the girl's wheelchair could be heard. Gavin blended himself back into the shadows with haste.
Riza rolled her wheelchair towards the livingroom yawning as she spoke. "Momma? Papa? Are you guys okay? I heard a loud noise from here and thought Papa might have fallen aga-" The smile that had graced the small girl's face soon dropped. All Riza saw at that moment was red, it filled her senses and the metallic smell of blood nearly made her hurl. Her stomach churned and his vision reeled as she became dizzy from the sight. Before she could process anything she reached out towards her parents, toppling from her chair in the process. The adrenaline from fear covered the pain from her mind as she landed in the pool of blood. "P-Papa?" Riza's ocean colored eyes followed the pool of blood to her father's lifeless body. She began to breathe more intensely as he tried to convince herself that this was all just a nightmare.
As she clawed the tile to crawl and pull herself forward her eyes met the dripping blood from the couch. She followed the drops to meet her mother's dead body draping the edge of the couch. "Mom-Momma?" Riza was too weak to get herself up and run from anything, let alone a murderer. She pulled herself along frantically towards her father's body as she grasped his hand. "H-hey p-p-papa this isn't- this isn't a funny joke....." With each breath, Riza's words became more frantic and loud. "P-PAPA GET UP!" Riza yelled into the empty space, the TV seemed like a dull buzz in her ears. She had hoped by some force of power it would have woke him up. It took a long moment of silence before she realized he wouldn't get up. Riza moved closer and bunched his shirt together in her hands that were now coated in blood. Riza knew she had no strength to lift herself up to reach the phone and call for help. Yet, she didn't cry, she only laid her head lightly against his chest staring into space waiting for the sound of a heartbeat to reach her ears.
There Gavin was hiding in the shadows and hesitating once again, Riza was an easy target, so why was he hesitating. He was shocked, she wasn't screaming or running, she wasn't even crying. Riza just laid on the dead man's chest staring off into an empty space. Gavin didn't notice when her eyes were locked with his, he had made another mistake by hesitating. He flinched unknowingly at the sight of her eyes, she couldn't see him right? He averted his eyes before realizing there was no possible way he could have been seen. The girl never confirmed his suspicions, she never made any noise or movement to say he was there. She was more likely staring off into the darkness.
This frail-looking child was supposed to be the girl from the prophecy? This broken creature who couldn't even lift herself up to call for help? For some strange reason, Gavin couldn't bring himself to move. His gaze moved to the ceiling, in all its grand glory, in the darkness it almost seemed like there was no end. As Gavin's eyes trailed back to the scene before him his eyes met hers once again. He came to the realization that even if he had been able to move he wouldn't have been able to kill her. She looked like a vengeful spirit broken from the torment of her past life, she was covered in blood her baby blue nightgown stained, her hair matted and the tips of her hair dripping with the blood off the floor.
Some part of Gavin wanted this small nearly dead caterpillar to turn into a wasp, for her to live and grow stronger. He longed for a nearly forgotten feeling, freedom. If this small girl could free him from the shackles that chained him to commit such sins he would need for her to live. For once, he was pleased with himself for killing the two adults. He felt as though he had ultimately protected her from death in the near future. As he snapped back from his thoughts his emerald eyes met her clear blue orbs, though she hadn't cried he couldn't mistake the terror that filled her eyes. Even though Gavin had caused such fear he wanted to protect her from everything, including himself. That was the moment he made his decision tearing his gaze from the small thing covered in blood on her "father's" chest.
Gavin moved with the shadows silently as he made his way back outside before running deeper into the forest. He knew that because he failed to complete the mission there was no returning to the academy. Not that he actually wanted to, the place was more of a torture dungeon or prison rather than a school. Gavin's mind had been made before his gaze had pulled from Riza's, he would help the girl complete her destiny and fulfill the prophecy. With his help, he was sure they could destroy The Boss and the academy. Gavin would become her shadow from this day forward and watch her when the time came then he would show himself.