Watch Me Kill

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After her former master rips off her limbs for betraying him, Lone is saved, rebuilt, and trained under her new master to become a notorious cybotic assassin within the Vo Galaxy, gaining popularity as the infamous Shadow Head-Hunter. This short story is about her first kill. Told in reverse.

This is part of the Jago: The Missing Spaces Chronicles. Story event takes place 3 years after The Millennium Galaxy Race (Book 1) and 2 years before The Binding Wager (Book 3).

Cover design by Anon Amous (me)
"Snow Castle" picture by SolFar found on Deviantart

Word count: 4,951

Submitted: November 09, 2017

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(Story is told in reverse)

Watch Me Thrive

Three heads roll onto the table when Lone empties her satchel.

A feminine figure slinks into the light from the shadows. The red stones embedded on her forehead and right arm shimmer brightly as Kai Saskia takes her place at the head of the table.

“Any problems?” she asks coolly.

“No,” says Lone.

Their gazes lock. Lone is different now. She’s hardened and fully committed to her Kai. She doesn’t bother to ask Saskia if the three heads are in fact her assigned target, “the Entler.” There’s no need. If she had failed, the Kai wouldn’t have appeared.

Kai Saskia picks up the smallest head and holds it against the light. The once golden locks are matted with dry blood, and they crunch in her grasp. The head, unmistakably a little girl’s, still carries a fearful expression, as if her final awareness of death is permanently stamped on her blood-stained face. Saskia drops the child’s head on the table with a loud thud and makes her way to Lone.

Only a few weeks ago, Lone would’ve trembled at the sight of Kai Saskia striding toward her, though not because of her position and power. Although Kai Saskia’s power is unequivocal to anyone she’s ever met, even her former master, her apprehension originated from the task Saskia placed upon her.

“Kill for me,” Saskia told her three years ago, “and I will give you the redemption you seek.”

So far, the Kai has kept her word, and Lone’s new determination is the exact result Saskia presumed her first mission would accomplish.


“There’s something you should see,” says Kai Saskia.

The Kai taps on the holopanel at the table, and an urgent news hologram plays. It’s the Chief of the Crux Order Preservation Unit in the middle of a public announcement. Under the image of the handsome human are the bold words “PROSPERI FAMILY OF ALTAIR BRUTALLY SLAIN.”

“This unprecedented attack against the Planet of Altair—and ultimately the Crux Government—will not go unanswered. The Crux Council has agreed to do everything in their power to help identify and capture the savages who massacred an entire family. The Crux Government will continue to trade with and aid Altair as they mourn the loss of one of their prosperous families—.”

Kai Saskia shuts the hologram off with a wave of her hand.

“You’ll be hunted,” she says.

“I know.”

They stare at each other a moment longer before Kai Saskia asks, “How did the new modifications fair?”

Lone responds by taking off her right black glove, revealing a silver mechanical hand, which she lays across the hologlass table. A barrage of data springs up in the form of graphs and calculations for Kai Saskia to analyze. The Kai scans the data with her usual placid grey eyes.

“Impressive.” Saskia crosses her arms. “I wasn’t sure how compatible a human would be with the new cybotic upgrade, but you’ve exceeded my expectations.”

She studies Lone’s figure standing dutifully in the dark. “What is it?” she adds.

Ever since Lone woke up in Saskia’s care three years ago, she’s never dared question her, but now that she’s made up her mind to serve her, she wants to know the truth.

She peers at Saskia with her one good eye, the other concealed behind a patch but hardly noticeable underneath the dark hood covering most of her face.

“Am I still human?”

Her new cybotic enhancements enables her to see the subtle huff given by the Kai in the darkness.

“You think I command you forcibly?”

Lone doesn’t respond, and Saskia reveals herself in the light. Although her three swords are nowhere to be seen, she’s still dressed in the traditional garment of her home planet, covered only by a simple, loose black garb. The large stone on her forehead, the two on her right upper arm, and the three on top of her forearm are just as bright as the first day Lone saw them. They match the red tribal tattoos that cover the right half of Kai Saskia’s face and body.

“Were my intentions for your commitment unclear?” asks Saskia, dauntless as ever.

Lone suddenly regrets asking the question and turns her eye to the table. Saskia falls back into the darkness and makes her way to the window that reveals the city lights below.

“The fact you can even ask that question should give you your answer,” Saskia ends.

There’s no need for Lone to respond. Instead, she puts her glove back on and joins her Kai’s observation of Crux City.

“We’ve only just begun …”


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Watch Me Seethe

The guards don’t suspect a thing when their throats are slit open. The only sounds are the gurgle of choking on their own blood and the quiet whisk of a cloaked figure breezing by.

The mansion is massive, but guards everywhere have been dispatched without so much as a scream.

Lone is quiet, hidden, deadly. Her steps are nimble, made by the light but durable metal that forms her legs. Her arms are graceful and precise, perfectly calculated for a surprise kill. Although her limbs are mechanical, her strikes are savage, from the heart.

Soon there are only three guards patrolling the empty corridors.

“Oi, did you hear those screams earlier?” asks one.

The other two perk up.

“From the other day?” asks another guard.

“Wish I could’ve seen it,” says the other.

The three share a laugh before Lone makes her presence known.

She appears as a shadow behind the first man, and a moment later a spray of blood covers the other two.

Before they can react, Lone silences the second guard with a short blade through the neck. The third guard falls backward onto the floor, too stunned to move.

She takes her time with this one. She needs him.

“What do you want?” he cries, gripping the metal hand that’s now around his throat lifting him a few inches off the ground.

He can’t see her face behind the hood, only a feminine silhouette. He gasps for air contaminated with the strong metallic smell of iron and grease.

“The Prosperis …” Her voice is sly and sinister. “Where are they?”

“If I tell you … will you let me live?”

Lone pauses.

“Yes,” she says, setting him down.

The man swallows before muttering, “Th-they’re in the dining hall … You’ll need my hand … I-I can ta— AHHH!”

With a swift wave, Lone slices through the guard’s wrist. His wailing echoes through the stone hallway. She picks up his hand, and readies her blade.

The guard, now kneeling on the ground cradling his stub, notices her stance. “Wait! You said you’d spare me!”

“I lied.” She charges him.


By the time Lone reaches the dining hall, she’s already found the guard’s name in the Altair database. She places the severed hand on the glass by the door. When it lights up, she presses two mechanical fingers to her neck.

The tingle of electricity from her metal fingers manipulate her vocal cords based on the sound bites saved from their conversation earlier.

“Dish Kurr,” she says, perfectly emulating the guard’s deep voice.


When the doors open, Lone is nowhere to be seen.

At the end of the massive golden table are Mr. and Mrs. Prosperi, enjoying their evening meal.

Mr. Prosperi’s eyes narrow at the open doorway just before it slides closed.

“Darling, did you notice anyone enter?” he asks, turning to his wife.

A blade is held just under Mrs. Prosperi’s chin, and before either of them can speak, a red waterfall pours from her throat.

Mr. Prosperi is frozen as he watches the killer step out from behind his wife. He scuffles back in his chair as Lone lifts his wife’s head and proceeds to saw it off with a serrated blade.

He watches, horrified, as the blade jingles against the pearl necklace he bought her just two days ago, drenching it so the pearls turn crimson in the light. He wants to run, and he’s about to when the figure’s hood suddenly turns in his direction. As soon as the head is severed, he leaps from his chair and bolts for the door. He finds it locked.

“GUARDS! COME QUICKLY!” he shouts, banging on the door. “GUARDS!”

When he realizes no one’s coming, he turns and cowers.

“Please, spare me! Take anything, everything you want! Just spare me!” he begs, beads of sweat glistening on his bald head.

Lone flicks the blood from her blade with a precise snap of her wrist and makes her way toward him. The severed head in her other fist, dangling by golden hair.

“I have a daughter! Please!”

When begging doesn’t work, he changes tactics.

“My family is not only protected by our planet's government, but by the Crux Council as well!” he says in a low growl. “Once they get word of our deaths, you’ll be wanted throughout the entire Vo Galaxy! There’ll be no place you can hide!”

Lone stops in front of him.

“Please, I have a daughter,” he pleads one last time on his hands and knees. “Have you no mercy?”

At that, Lone drops the head, removes a satchel tied at her hip, and drops its contents in front of him.

Mr. Prosperi shudders at the sight of his beloved daughter’s severed head. Her golden locks now stained red and the look of terror on her face is enough to make him snap.

He roars with rage as he takes out a blaster hidden in his pant leg and fires wildly at the assassin.

Lone dodges his amateur shots and, in one swift movement, unsheathes a long single-edged sword from her back and swipes it across his neck.

His head hits the floor before his body.


Watch Me Change

The mansion is full but quiet.

Lone is undetectable, concealed in dark corners where eyes never take a second glance. The line of guards patrolling the hallways pass with no inkling of a foreigner in their midst.

She has a heading and takes her time, as if time could alter the truth somehow.

It doesn’t take long to find the secret doorway concealed behind the golden frame of the large Prosperi family painting.

Her human heart flutters. So far, what the man told her is true.

The only sound comes from the door creaking and clicking shut as Lone slips inside.

The stone stairwell is pitch black as she navigates down its dank passage.

She smells it before reaching the bottom. It’s strong enough, even without her sensory enhancements—the stench of blood and death.

Only a few torches along the wall light the stone room, displaying its horror before her.

Everything the man told her is true.




The room is a mangled mess of the three, scattered throughout the chamber.

She scans the room and examines the contraptions built for torture. Arms, legs, and torsos are crammed into each unique machine, all of them still wet, and oozing. She spots an arm dangling beside her and squeezes her left shoulder socket where flesh and metal fuse together. Her former master, Kai Ozias, had been particularly brutal when he tore off her first limb.

Something catches her attention enough to make her inspect it with an enhanced mind. There’s no mistaking the small limbs.


They’re kids.

The fear strikes her—that there might be one specific child here. She forces herself to remain calm. It’s hard to look at, but she doesn’t falter. She searches for the little girl, hoping she’s wrong.

The ground is sticky. The air is heavy. It’s silent aside from the flickering torches and subtle dripping in various places.

She avoids the dark puddles and makes her way towards the other side of the room where the victims are more recognizable, more intact, instead of hunks of flesh and bone that have been long deprived of life.

She almost makes it to the end of the long room when she decides to turn around.

It hasn’t been that long. There’s no way she can be here …

She doesn’t know if it’s the new enhancements giving her a subliminal warning or just her own human gut-feeling urging her to turn back. It doesn’t matter.

“Lone …”

It’s a weak whisper, and Lone recognizes it immediately.

Hanging by her wrists and scrunched in the back corner of the stone room is the very child Lone hoped not to find.  Thick iron nails, usually used to bind massive ship panels, protrude from all over her body.

Lone is at her side in an instant. She breaks the iron links binding her to the wall with ease, and the girl falls into her arms. She cradles her, remembering her small body huddled against hers for the few nights they traveled together.

She knows it’s pointless to analyze the girl, but she does it anyway. Once the analyzer highlights where the nails have penetrated, she doesn’t wait for the final calculations. Instead, her blue eye meets the dark brown eyes of the little girl.

“Forgive me,” says Lone, expecting her to be mad or angry.

Instead, the girl’s eyes shimmer in the light, and the small corners of her lips turn up into a smile. “I got to see you again,” she whispers.

Suddenly, she coughs, spewing blood, and Lone pulls her in close, against her warm chest.

“Clio, I’ve decided,” she whispers, “yours will be the first life I take.” Clio nods weakly, and Lone reveals a long, thin dagger from inside her coat and readies it behind Clio’s head, at the base of her skull. “The first, but not the last.”

Lone waits, timing to strike between Clio’s coughing convulsions. Even then, after speaking the words, she hesitates as the girl dies slowly in her arms. It’s only when Clio clutches the hem of her shirt in a small fist that Lone finally finds resolution.

The tiny body is limp in an instant.

Lone carefully places her on the floor and gently sweeps Clio’s long bangs behind her ear. An abrupt internal proximity alarm steals her from her thoughts.

Someone is coming.

She glances at Clio one last time before taking her place among the shadows.


A small patter smacks the cold stone for each step young Litzy Prosperi takes as she hums a cheerful tune down the stairs. Her flaring white dress twinkles in the dim dungeon.

“I can’t wait to see how my stubborn friend is doing!” says Litzy, prancing gracefully between puddles and limbs. “She was so fun yesterday! I was able to beat my nail record!”

The prancing stops once she reaches Clio’s body.

“Awww! She died already?” Litzy frowns. “Wait … how did she get on the floor?”

A waft of air passes behind her, and she turns to find a brooding cloaked figure towering over her.

“Oh, it’s you. Don’t scare me like that,” she says cautiously, recognizing Lone and trying to determine her intentions.

Lone’s sword scrapes against its sheath as she slowly draws it from her back.

Litzy eyes widen. “W-what’re you doing?” Her voice trembles.

The silver sword is on fire in the torchlight. Lone’s seething aura maneuvers her mark against the wall. She knows she should keep to the assassins’ code. A code derived from Kai Saskia, more of a pact made for each other’s services, and that includes not prolonging death for personal gain. But …

“You don’t deserve a quick death.”

“No! Please don’t kill me!” Litzy trembles against the stone wall. “M-my parents made me do this! They made me!”

Furious and disbelieving, Lone keeps her assassin’s composure, taming her impulse to grab the nearest torture device.

“P-please …” Litzy chokes, tears falling from her teal blue eyes. “Just give me another chance.”

Lone freezes. A second chance? A memory flashes of when Kai Saskia found her body ripped to pieces and left to rot in a dumpster alley.

Litzy, although appearing young and fragile, is devious with a seasoned quick-witted tongue. At first, she was truly terrified knowing her life might very well end in the nasty, dank dungeon where she carries out her obscure pleasures. However, she knows she struck a chord with that last comment. All she has to do now is reel in her target’s emotions.

“I-I promise I’ll be good,” Litzy pleads.

Lone’s tense aura ebbs as she slowly turns away.

A smile, a small one, cracks at the corner of Litzy’s lips. She’s convinced she won, proving human emotions are feeble and weak. What she fails to remember is that this human is also a machine. 

That tiny smile—presumably undetectable in the dark—is seen by Lone’s watchful eye.

Lone captures true terror in one swift swing, leaving Litzy’s head balanced on the blade that slashed through her neck and embedded in the crack of the stone wall.


Watch Me Learn

It’s almost impossible to see anything through the flying snow. The week-long storm is at its peak, but the carriage carrying the Prosperi family is steadily making its way through the gale and deep snow.

On the ridge, he watches the carriage. In the white void, she watches him. It’s the perfect spot for an ambush, and the perfect spot to stop one.

The man steadies his finger on the trigger of his rifle for the first kill, holding his breath as he peers through the scope at the carriage.

He’s steady and his aim is true, but his shot misses. A dagger clinks at the tip of his barrel just as he pulls the trigger. He jumps up from the ground, readying his rifle in the direction the dagger was thrown from, but the attacker comes from behind.

Lone thinks she has the advantage, but the man is more skilled than she expects. He blocks her knife strikes and counters with his own knife, slicing through her sleeve and exposing a gray metal bicep.

Their fight is silent, lost in the howling winds and sting of snow. It isn’t until the man pulls a trick maneuver and slices through flesh on Lone’s torso that she takes the fight seriously. She curses and unsheathes the long blade from her back. Her movements appear wild—beastly through the haze of snow—but her blade is infallible, constantly forcing the man on the defensive until he begins to get weaker, exposing vital organs, making it easy for her blade to find its target.

They both freeze, and slowly the man falls backwards, releasing the red-tinted blade from his stomach.

Lone is stunned. It happens so suddenly she doesn’t have time to comprehend what she’s done. Her mind is groggy, and a splitting pain in her head is starting to set in. She loses her balance and topples back, off the edge of the ridge.


“Oh, you’re awake already?” asks young Litzy Prosperi.

Lone is groggy, but quickly comes to her senses. She’s lying on a couch in front of a fire, and a young girl with bouncy blonde locks is kneeling beside her. She sits up too fast and instantly puts a hand to her head.

“You were poisoned,” says Litzy, pointing to the wound on Lone’s torso. “We found you at the bottom of a ridge. Luckily, mother’s sort of a poison expert and was able to make you an antidote.”

Lone looks up and sees a woman and an older man sitting at other couches around the fire, smiling softly at her. The grand decor and spacious living space is enough for Lone to figure out she is in the Prosperi Mansion.

This is bad. If her identity is compromised, Kai Saskia wouldn’t hesitate to kill her, per the code they agreed upon.

Lone jumps up and pulls the hood back over her head, hiding her loosely braided dirty blonde hair. She spots her weapons on a table beside her and straps them back on.

“Leaving so soon?” asks Mr. Prosperi, folding his newspaper.

Lone responds by heading towards the nearest door.

“We have a proposition for you,” Mr. Prosperi adds. “You seem like a skilled and capable person, and a spot just opened in my bodyguard force. How would you like to work for us? Your pay would be generous.”

“No thanks,” she says as she rushes out the door.

No one stops her as she flees the mansion.


Back at the ridge, she finds the man’s body under a thin layer of snow. She rummages through his pockets, looking for any sort of identification. His hand suddenly grabs her metal wrist. She ignores his grasp and rips open his jacket.

Her intended fatal blow had missed by mere centimeters. She stares at the bearded man, now unconscious again and slowly bleeding out, then up at her surroundings. There’s a small cave not too far.


It’s hours until the man is conscious again.

“Why did you save them?” asks the man in a gruff tone.

Lone watches the small fire burn the little brush she could find.

“Do you know who they are?” he asks again.

“Do you know what they are?” he asks, struggling to sit up.

She looks at him. He can see her eye narrow on him, reflecting the fire in front of her.

He’s suddenly somber, confessing his past. “They found me near-death on this blizzard-hell of a planet and saved my life. They offered me a job as a bodyguard. I was thankful for their kindness so I took it.” He shifted uncomfortably, and his tone changed. “I didn’t know anything for the longest time. They hid it well from the world … until …”

“Until what?” asks Lone.

“I found it all one day. The guards were talking, muttering to themselves with a smile on their faces, and I happened to overhear.”

“What did you find?”

“Monsters. All of them. I was living with monsters.”

Lone sighs.

“It’s true!” says the man. “The Prosperis are killers! All of them! They look proper and innocent, but they’re monsters! I got a guard to confess, and I’ve seen it with my own eyes! Mrs. Prosperi is always testing her new poisons on them, the bodies are putrid, rotting in their own blood-vomit, covered in boils and skin ulcers. Mr. Prosperi chops them up, cooks them.” The man’s eyes are wild. “They eat them.” He pauses to compose himself. “When they found out I knew their secret they gave me a choice: join them, or die.” He scoffs. “I barely made it out alive.”

Lone is still not convinced. “Does the little girl kill with her charm?” she asks sarcastically.

“She’s the worst of the three! She has a room, behind the large gold-framed family portrait. A torture chamber. She plays with them there, killing them slowly.”

“And where do they get … ‘them’?”

The man’s life force is near depletion, but he answers wearily, “The orphanage.”

Lone’s heart stops. Now that she thinks about it, she doesn’t remember seeing any kids around the mansion other than Litzy Prosperi. But there were supposed to be more.

Wait. There are three members of the Prosperi family. Groups of three. Could they be …?

“Go there,” whispers the man, his eyes slowly closing. “See for yourself.”


Watch Me Save

It has only been a week since Lone found Clio nearly frozen in the mountain pass, and yet she knows she allowed herself to get attached to the girl.

“Lone! Lone! I can see it! It’s right there!” says Clio, tugging on Lone’s cloak and pointing to a small log house below the mountain pass.

“Yeah, but it’s getting dark. We’ll stay here tonight.” Lone starts to dig a den in the snow beside a tree.

It’s like this every night; Clio snuggles inside Lone’s cloak, protected from the outside chill and blowing snow. Their nights are usually accompanied with conversation.

“Aren’t you cold?” Clio asked on the first night.

“The cloak and metal keep me warm,” said Lone.

This night, however, Clio is quiet.

“Something wrong?” Lone finally asks.

Clio shakes her head and clutches Lone’s shirt in a small fist. “Is this the last time we’re going to sleep together like this?” she asks.

“You’re going to a better place tomorrow.”

Clio is quiet for a moment before whispering, “I want to stay with you.”

Her words tug at Lone’s heart, and she shifts, turning to the dark sky to keep herself distracted.


Morning comes faster than they want, and soon Lone brings the girl to the front of the orphanage. Kids are shouting playfully inside.

Lone releases Clio’s hand, and the child whips around to face her. “Will I ever see you again?” she asks, her brown eyes watering.

Lone swallows the knot in her throat.


She turns around and disappears into the trees. In the distance, she watches Clio. It takes her a while to knock on the orphanage door, but the lady inside welcomes her warmly.

Lone stays and listens to their conversation with enhanced hearing.

“You showed up on a lucky day!” says the woman. “It just so happens the Prosperi family is coming down the mountain to adopt a few children here. You may be one of the lucky ones chosen, so let’s get you cleaned up!”

At that point Lone hears enough. She takes off, farther down the road to a bar in a small town.

“Another one missing?” Lone overhears a conversation at the table beside her. “The Entler’s been active lately, coming down from the mountains and snatching people.”

“Where did this one go missing?” asks the other man.

“You won’t believe it, but a skilled bodyguard from the Prosperi Family has disappeared. They’re asking if anyone’s seen him. Apparently, the man fell ill and the disease rotted his mind. He wandered off, and that’s when the Entler must have got him.”

“The Prosperis? I hope nothin’ happens to them. Our little town depends on their payroll. Without them, we’ll go under for sure. And they’re good people. I heard they’re headed to the orphanage today.”

Lone pays for her meal and leaves the bar. She’s hunting the Entler, and she’s sure without a doubt it’ll show up for the Prosperis.


Watch Me Hunt

“It’s a human planet, made prosperous by the mining and refining of a precious mineral that can only be found on their planet. The rich are powerful, legendary families. The poor are plenty. Somehow this planet functions without much of an uprising,” says the pilot of the small courier space ship taking Lone to Altair.

She’s busy looking at her target details which consists of two words: The Entler. It isn’t much to go by, but she also knows this mission is a test.

She closes the hologram just as the courier lands at the outskirts of the city, far from probing eyes. She’ll have to do some research to figure out who the Entler is. For that, she’ll blend in and listen from the shadows.


It takes her days to finally find a lead, if she can call it that. Apparently the Entler is a form of unseen mythical beast, and aside from the vague descriptions that frequently contradict each other, she finds only one definitive thing, something all the rumors have in common: They hunt in groups of three.

So far, her assassination mission is appearing more like an urban legend hunt. She’ll have to travel closer to the source of the rumors if she wants any more detail. The village just over the mountain should have what she’s looking for.

Lone looks up at the sky. It’s a long trek through the mountain pass and a storm is brewing. She sighs at her luck.

By nightfall, she makes it to the entrance of the pass, but the blowing winds make it difficult to move forward. She decides to find shelter when something catches her eye. The lens in her eye zooms in to enhance the image of a child huddling against the base of a tree, a layer of snow already atop her head.

Lone turns back to her path but only makes it a few feet before going to the child. It’s a young girl. She scoops her into her arms and carries her into a mountain crevasse where the harsh winds can’t reach.

The girl is barely conscious.

“What’s your name?” asks Lone.

“C-Clio,” says the girl, shaking.

“Are you lost?”

The girl shakes her head.

“Waiting for someone?”

Again, she shakes her head.

“So you’re alone?”

This time the girl nods.

Lone opens a local map hologram from her palm.

“There’s an orphanage just beyond the mountain pass. I’ll take you there.”


Watch Me Begin

“It’s been three years since I found you,” says Kai Saksia sheathing her blade. “You’ve recovered nicely, and you’ve finished your training. You’re ready for your first mission.”

Lone catches her breath and looks at the palms of her mechanical hands.

It's already been three years ...three years since the Millennium Galaxy Racesince I failed Kai Ozias and he stole my limbs.

“I’m ready,” she says, clenching her metal fists.

Kai Saskia nods and steps aside to reveal a handsome man at the entryway of the training room. He’s dressed in a formal work uniform, decorated with high-rank pins and earned achievements.

“Let me introduce you to Chief Elik,” says Kai Saskia. “He’ll be working directly under you. His codename is The Face.”

“It’s a pleasure to work with you, General Lone,” says Elik, holding out a hand. Lone meets it with her own. “Welcome to the Crux Order Preservation Unit.”

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