Silence is Nameless

Chapter Six

I was awoken by a knock on my door.

"Aviana?" It was Layla. "Can I come in?"
I looked at the clock. 10 o'clock. I've been asleep for that long? "Sure," I called out. The door opened and the blonde haired girl stepped in and sat on my bad.

"I barely slept last night after Amelia came home," she said.

"Why?"

"Her and South argued all night. They broke up."

"They broke up?" This excited me a little too much.

"Yeah, apparently Amelia was having an affair. Actually multiple affairs, now that I think about it, since she was a prositiute."

"Amelia's a hooker?" Her "well-paying job" was sleeping around with guy to guy. This was too good.

"Aviana, why are you smiling? If Aunt Lisa and Uncle Ben find out that there 'perfect daughter' is a slut then they are going to take me away for good."

"Hey, Amelia being a hooker is not my fault," I protested. How could they pin that on me?

"I don't know. But we can't let them find out about it. Can't you see if you can get her a job where you work?"

"Amelia an assassin? Are you crazy?"

"Not an assassin, you dimwit," she said, laughing. "As like a secretary at the Defenders office."

"I can see what I can do, but I swear if she starts sleeping with Mr. Allegro, I'll literally kill her."

"Fine by me. You owe me an apology for sticking her in the pod next to me."

I smiled and ruffled her hair. "I have a meeting with a client today." I said. "I'll be home pretty late. Can we have tomato soup for dinner?"

She nodded. "Be safe."

"You, too."

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Other than me being an assassin, I work at the local Defenders department. I know, ironic. But no one wold suspect the innocent secretary that works for George Allegro (head Defender) to be a psychotic assassin. People only care about your image, not your inner self.

My job at the Defenders department is to take down appointments for the other Defenders and to interview people who want to buy a house. To see if they have a criminal record and if so, to find a place for them where other people wouldn't be threatened by them. It get's pretty boring, since no crime happens here and no one wants to live here. I mostly just play Solitare on the computer or talk to Mr. Allegro.

When I was about to win my game of Solitaire, someone sat across from my desk. I looked up to see South, sitting up strait and smiling at me. I practically fell out of my chair when I saw him. He laughed.

"Hey, Aviana." He said in his deep voice.

"Hi," I responded. "Are you here to make an appointment for one of the Defenders? Or did you get arrested?'

He laughed. "I'm actually here to apply for a house." My eyebrows shoot up. "Before you ask, yes I'm serious. I wanted to move out of Margton ever since I was 14. And since Amelia and I broke up, I can just stay here. Plus, she knows where I live in Margton."

I laughed. "Okay. I just have to do a background check on you. I need your full name." I exited out of my Solitaire game and opened up a website to show me criminal records.

"Eugene Garfield Wellington."

I looked up and held back a snicker. "Your name is Eugene? Why did Amelia call you South?"

"I honestly don't know." He laughed.

I rolled my eyes and looked back to my screen. I typed in his name and a file came up. I looked at him with suspicion in my eye. "You have a criminal record?"

He nodded. The file said that he was charged with Breaking and Entering.

"Why Breaking and Entering, of all things?"

"Long story. Revenge plan. Failed miserably."

I shake my head. "Well, Mr. Wellington, since you have that felon on your record, we would have to put you in a house that is excluded from regular society. Basically, you will live where others with criminal records live. Or, if you want, live in a house like mine, out in the middle of nowhere."

"House like yours."

"Okay." I gave him his address, key and directions to locate his home. "I can drive you there if you want. It's already furnished."

"Sure, let's go." I told Mr. Allegro I was going on break and we left.

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Eugene's house was also on the outskirts of the colony, somewhat neighboring mine, and when I say neighboring, I mean 15 minutes away. On the way there, we bullshitted about the smallest things.

"Are you serious?" I laughed. "The most annoying thing about her is her spoiledness, if that's even a word."

"Nah, it's her voice."

"Okay, that's a close second."

He laughed. "So why do you live out in the middle of nowhere?"

"Can't I just like the isolation?" I ask.

He looked at me.

"What I can't enjoy the peace and quiet of solitude?"

"What did you do?"

"You don't wanna know."

"Of course I do," he pleaded. "Please?"

"I ran over someone, okay."

He was silent for a while.
"Was it an accident?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," I lied. It was actually my first assassination. I was rusty at first, like every artist. Good thing I have an amazing lawyer. I was only sentenced to 3 months and was charged with vehicular manslaughter.

We pulled into his driveway. "Here we are." I handed him the keys. "Now if you're going to stay here, you're going to need a job."

"I already have a job."

"Oh, really? What is it?'

"Maybe you can find out on our date Saturday," he said, lowering his voice to make it deeper.

"I gotta give it to you, Ginny, you're smooth," I said, laughing.

"Oh, God. Please don't call me 'Ginny'."

I looked at the time. "I've got to get home. I'll see you Saturday?"

He smiled. "Yeah, I'll pick you up at 6?"

I nodded. "Okie dokie!" Really, Aviana? "Okie Dokie"? Way to be cool!