It was the monthly party hosted by Mason Verger, their boss; their captor. Krtanta had dressed up for the party in a white dress, as was the dress code, black and white. The dress was tight, but long. The skirt of it reached the floor and puddled around her about an inch in every direction. It contained a long slit down the side. On the top part of the stunning article of clothing was a sweetheart collar which was held up by two white straps. On the back it was just her skin and ribbon weaved across it.

"Are you ready?" Kritanta asked Samael. He was wearing a tux white a white rose.

"Yup," Samael said, giving the assassin two thumbs up.

Kritanta entered Mason Verger's house and stopped by one of the Mason's servants. There were six servants, three on each side. Every assassin at the cogreation had to go to them. It was protocol. This would hinder their plan, but they didn't think that much.

"Hand over your weapons," the servant said. Kritanta gave him her knife that she mostly used and all her other weapons. After he seemed pleased he let her in.

Kritanta looked for her name on one of the placeholders. It wasn't hard to find. She was seated in the elite six. The original people who were forced to become assassins. She greeted her friends, all of them knowing their little secret. Everyone knew. The whole congregation knew, but Mason Verger. The man of every hour.

Time passed, food was placed, and the announcements were in order. Mason walked into the podium and was greeted by clapping.

"Yes, yes, hello my children," Mason said. He appeared to be in a good mood. Must have gotten another recruit. He always was happy when he got a recruit. "Before we eat I just want to give you all some announcements. Miss Kritanta Agrona, will you please step up to the podium with me?" Clapps greeted her as Kritanta walked to the podium, holding her flowing skirt so as not to trip on it. "So, my Kritanta, is it true? Have you finally reduce Mr. Mallory to a cadaver?"

"Yes." It was a simple word, but it meant so much more. Death and what comes from it. Everyone was undoing their silverware, reaching for their forks and knives, getting ready to carve up the pig.

Mason leaned in and whispered into Kitanta's ear, "Took you long enough, you little freak. I expected better from you." He held onto Kritanta's amr so strongly that Kritanta could feel her blood circulation cut off. "Next time I expect you to kill them in a week, if not it is both of your heads."

Kritanta looked around. Everyone was ready. The servants were still putting away the weapons. It would take a little while. Everyone was good, excepally the pig. "There will be no more games after tonight," she whispered into his ear. "Let's slaughter the pig!" Kritanta yelled to her peers.

Confused by the rewording, Mason didn't react as Kritanta ducked and rolled away. Knives and forks were thrown his way and a few of them hit him until he jumped to action.

It was a mutiny.

"Servants!" Mason yelled for backup and they came. The six servants that collected their weapons came quickly, but the assassins were quicker; they threw their forks and knives at the servants. Wounding some of them, but not enough. They were overpowered. Thought it was six aggeted twenty or so assassins. They had real knives and guns. Bullets rained from the sky as one of the servants fired. Kritanta helped fight, throwing her silverware. The windows were smashed, by the servants or the assassins no one knows, but Kritanta and others grabbed the spare glass and used them as weapons.

Around her, her peers and servants dropped down to the floors which were leaching with blood. No where had she seen so much death, but she needed to continue fighting. If not for the dead people on the grown then for the replacements.

Kritanta killed the last three servants with the help of the last assassins. They too fell down.

Now it was just Mason Verger and herself. Mason dramatically clapped. "Well, well, well. Gotta say Kritanta. You do not fail to devler. Not only have you killed Samael Mallory like I asked, but you have also managed to kill every single assassin here. Gotta hand it to ya. Never saw that coming. I'm so proud of you." Mason's face was turned into a shit eating grin.

"I'm not done."

"Oh, oh! Little Kritanta says she is not down!" Mason says in fake surprise, babying her. "Oh well, my servants are dead, and all the other assassins are dead, so who could-" He counted on his fingers and paused and that smile danced on his face. "I guess that's me. Well, let's do this." he dropped the babying facade and got serious in a snap. Taking out his two knives he twiled them through his hands, manciuoingly.

The two circled arondeach there not backing down from the fight. This was it. One would become victorious while the other would be dead like the assassins and bodyguards.

Kritanta was the first to attack, slashing Mason with a piece of glass, but the man dodge it and stabbed her in the back, removing his knife. She cried out in pain, but didn't let that distract her. The two hit knives pushed down on her single piece of window. The glass cracked under pressure. Exploding into smaller pieces Kritanta was left weaponless and darted backward, flipping away and on the table.

"Not as strong as you thought," Mason sneered, closing in on his prey.

He was right. As Kirtanta backed away from her boss getting farther away from the shared window or any weapons. He was getting closer and so was the wall. All the while Mason looked cheery. The evil man had a smile on his face. It looked normal, but gave Kritanta creepy vibes except since he was about to kill her.

"It seems that a pig shall always be a pig, and I, the pig slaughter, have an insatiable hunger for some pig right; this; second."

Kirtanta's back hit the wall. It was over. Mason had won. She was going to die. Or that's what she wanted him to think.

Kritanta looked up at Mr. Verger, matching his smile. "Slaughter the pig."

Mason paused once again hearing the phrase, and turned around only to get a throwing knife to the heart and one to the throat.

Mason's eyes opened wide and soon his mouth did too, blood overflowing like water over a sink. He fell down forward pushing the knives already in his flesh to get slabbed in fully. A black haired man walked through one of the smashed windows and walked towards her.

"Took you long enough," Kritanta said as she grabbed Samael's hand. The two now standing smiled. Kritanta flipped her ex-bss over and Samael checked his vital signs.

No pulse.

"It's okay everyone," Samael said, cupping his hands so his voice would fill it. "The pig is dead!" The assassins and bodyguards got up from the ground with cheers filling their lungs.

They were free. All of them!