First Blood.
"No please… I am so sorry." Hellan pleaded slowly scooting away on the ice that she had previously slipped on.
I stood above her knife in hand. "You are sorry… but not for what you did, only that you got caught." I said kneeling down and pressing the knife up to her chin.
"Please, don't." Hellan shakedly said.
I removed the knife from her chin, stood up and backed away. "I don't care about the fact that you killed her. I hate the fact that you claimed I did it."
"What?! That's what this is about?" Hellan asked.
"You can't even run away properly, you slipped after three steps on the ice." I said closing the pocket knife.
"So you're not going to kill me?" Hellan asked slowly, standing up.
"Huh? Me kill you? No." I said.
"Oh than-"
Suddenly the tip of a knife erupted through her throat.
"He is." I said, walking away.
Hellan fell to the ice right behind her stood Jay.
"Good job, new meat." I said still walking away not looking back.
"I told you to stop calling me that." Jay said, ripping the knife out of Hellan's neck.
"Make sure you clean that blade." I advised stopping for a second.
"What do we do with the body?" Jay asked.
"You got through training right? I asked, turning around.
"Yeah?" Jay responded.
"Then, figure it out new meat, you hide your own kills." I said getting on my motorcycle.
"Good luck!" I said speeding away.
"Oh for fucks sake." Jay said.
