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"If I Shall DIe..." 27.
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The crash in the middle of the night wasn't what woke me up, it was the creak right outside the door. I knew one of them was there. I couldnt how ever, figure out how they kept finding us... especially when i was taking extreme precautions in covering all signs of our existence.
The crash was glass shattering. The bathroom window. So it was going to be like this then huh? i thought. This assasin didn't give a shit if i knew they were hear or not, they were ballsey i would give them that. They were lucky i was in a good mood too. maybe i wouldnt kill them.
Jem was already up prowling the room for other shadows, loyal pup he was. i smiled inwardly, last night had been glorious, and i would never forget it. After Jem was done searching the darker shadows we made eye contact breifly and he signaled to the bathroom door. I nodded once and silently removed myself from the tangle of sheets.
The bathroom light flicked on and the door knob turned slowly, then violently flug open. neither Jem and i concealed ourselves, what was the point, we were all aware of each other.
My eyes met jem's with suprise, but his grey eyes were full of sorrow.
There standing in the doorway was a girl about 5'5 blonde hair and freckles. She was young, very young. Now i understood Jem's sorrow. This girl had been recruited before she even knew what it ment to be an assasin. But for her to be sent on a mission so young, she must be very skilled.
She sunk back into a stance and i followed. her graceful movements informed that it would be a long fight. Jem looked to me and asked softly "you got this?" I just nodded. we both knew from experience that when a fighter had that kind of determination in their eyes, the only way to be rid of them was to kill them.
A kick was thrown. it was blocked. two punches, three, wheel kicks, lunge punches, two hooks a thrust kick. Our fight was a freinzed blur, it was as if we were a perfect match. Our attacks and defenses melted together to form some kind of happy medium. Heart race increased, breathing became harder but neither of us faltered.
Then right when i thought not one of us could take an advantage i saw her knee slightly move to give away her next move; a snap kick. But when i quickly bent to block it her right hook came shooting out and i was ducking for the straight line of my nose.
That was my signature move. I let the attacker know what i was throwing next so they would be sure to block it, but not make it obvious that it was a trap. Then, right when they were in the vicinity i cracked them with a right roundhouse gaining the advantage of cloudy eyes and disorentaion.
Only one person knew my signature move. Silar trained this girl speacially to kill me. The thought racked me, but not as much as the message behind it.
Silar was clearly stating "you can be replaced." I could hear his throaty cough. This had to end tonight.
She threw a right lunge i steppedwith my left foot hooking her heel with my right. With all my strenght i thrust my foot foward making her land on her back. She cough heavily and i saw the blood pooling behind her head. She must have cracked it on the fall. I kneeled beside her.
"Where is he?" i asked. she knew i was speaking of silar. The determination was now more feirce then before. and it stung my heart to know this girl had never intended to loose. "go to hell" she spit venomisouly.
her eyes seemed to grow more dull. i looked at her closely. Those eyes, so young and once full of life had probably never known a defeat, and now here she was laying in a shitty motel bleeding out. We both knew she wasnt going to make it unless she was at a hospetal in the next 10 minutes.
Her face was drawn and i suddenly had an overpowering urge to gather her in my arms and cry for all the lost years of innocence and lack of normality. Not just hers but mine as well. We both had matured before our time and i would kill silar for this, for her, for me, for jem. I looked at her once more and recognition seemed to dawn on me slowly. this girl seemed so familiar. Her eyes were pained and i felt like she knew me.
Her hand was shakey as it reahed to her belt she pulled out a small pistol. Automatically my body went to the defensive but she didnt point it at me instead she cocked it and whispered "i'm sorry" and put a bullet through her head.
"cynthia?!"
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Please Login to post comments| On April 30th 2008 ambersunset Said : | |
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kmp please
=o her sister, that must suck |
| On April 28th 2008 SpiffyKnickers Said : | |
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oh you are SICK! |
| On April 23rd 2008 necrosiss Said : | |
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Very good. Keep me posted. |
| On April 22nd 2008 spiduhhxxfunk Said : | |
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OH MY GOD THAT WAS HER SISTER wow good twist, you were right i loved it haha |
| On April 22nd 2008 spiduhhxxfunk Said : | |
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OH MY GOD THAT WAS HER SISTER wow good twist, you were right i loved it haha |
