The Assassins: Code Death Chapter 7

The Assassins:

Code Death

Chapter 6

Courtney Wendell (3rd Person POV)



Courtney did her best to find the souls, which wasn't the most difficult thing for her. In fact, she was one of the main demigods able to locate a few souls flying aimlessly. The ones who had lost any wars, owed tribute to her father Ares, therefore they were cursed to pay off one debt to her. Most of them she turned in- by most of them she meant 7/8.

Yes. She'd kept one- not because he liked her- that would be emberassing to fall in love with a deceased person. She'd never felt love like this anyways. Her feelings were strict- never fall in love, never love anything. It was just too easy for them to be ripped away from you, like a blanket from your sleep.

His name was unkown. He wouldn't tell her anything, which is why she wanted to learn more. When she'd first just met him- as she was hunting for the teams dinner in the woods- she heard a rustling sound. When she turned, she knew it was a Confederate ghost.

She jumped back in shock and slammed her head into the trunk of a pine tree. Rubbing her skull she glared at the ghost and stood to her full hight and scowled down at him. "You owe me a favor, and now you're mine." She ripped her sword out of her scabbard and jabbed at the ghost, but the point went right through him.

He laughed, tossing his blonde head back. "Courtney, Courtney, Courtney. Haven't you seen what they've done to you? Do you truly not know what happened at your birth?"

Courtney eyed him warily, but something sparked inside of her. Know what happened at her birth? "Stop it," She muttered to herself. "He's tricking you." The ghost floated closer, glowing eerily in the dark night.

"I'm hunting. Leave me alone." Courtney backed up and then whipped around and marched through the woods. Part of her wanted to stay, and figure out what he was going to say, but something struck too close to home.