My Mission

Chapter 12. Switching sides

Mike (Rabbitmans) POV:
I felt peaceful as if I didn't just get chased by swat and cops. It just felt nice. I was just soaking in water and relaxing, my eyes were resting. Then a knock on the door, My head sprung up. "What do you want?" I asked. "I'm booorrreeeedddd!!" Cyrus responded. "Ughhh. Just wait until I finish my shower lord damn it!" I then heard my bed creak, I knew he just got on my bed. I then finished showering. I dried myself off and got dressed,  thankfully this time I dried my face enough to put some concealer on, I opened the cabinet and grabbed it, I noticed there wasn't quite much left, it was a small bottle. I put some on and put the bottle back. I came out of the bathroom. He was just laid out on my bed and looking at the ceiling. "I'm done?" I said in a kind of confusing type of way. He then looked at me "Finally!" He then got up and came towards me. "Can you make me food?" I glared at him, "Why can't you make yourself food?" I asked. "Well~ Did you forget. That I been in jail for some time?" I groaned and left my room. I then went downstairs and into the kitchen. "What do you want to eat?" I walked to the stove and waited for a response "I dunno, something." I then walked to the fridge, I opened it. "Fine ill just make you eggs." I then grabbed the egg carton and opened it, "How many?" I asked. "Just two." I then took two out and put the carton back into the fridge. I took a pan out of the cabinet and put it on the stove. I then turned on the stove. " Scrambled, boiled, or sunny-sided," I asked yet again. "Sunny-sided is just fine." I then grabbed back into the fridge for butter. I took some out and began spreading some butter on the pan. I cracked one egg at a time once the butter was spread.  (If you want to skip the process just scroll down a bit and there you go) I started to. Sprinkle some salt and then with a spatula I flipped them. I waited a bit and waited a bit. I then grabbed a plate and put the eggs onto the plate. "I'm done now." I turned around and put the plate on the table, he wasn't there. "I'm done!" I shouted slightly. He then came downstairs.  "Thanks." He said to me I nodded as he sat down.

I went upstairs and went into my room, some stuff was messed up.

Cyrus's(Target/prisoners) POV:
To be honest I never really had anyone cook for me like this. It felt nice, not having to struggle to make something. "SHIT! DAMN FUCK!" I almost bit my tongue hearing that. The man came running downstairs. "Is everything oka-." He shot at me but missed. I fell from my seat. "How much have you found out?" He came walking towards me looking down at me. "Uhm- I- Uh-." I stammered. He shot at the ground right near my head as a warning. "Y-your job-." I silently said as I began crawling backward a bit. "What else did you find out." His gun was still pointed directly at my head. "That your wanted- And you will kill me soon-?" There was a bit of silence, I could tell he had to think a bit. It gave me enough time to get up a bit. "Fuck." He then shot another bullet at me. I quickly moved when he did, I then heard a knock at the door. "HELP! HES TRYING TO KILL-." I yelled out. He shot me in my shoulder. "FUCK!" I shouted out. "Stay quiet.." He silently shouted. He went to the door. Covered his hand with the gun behind his back and opened the door. "Hello! What is it?" He asked. It was a lady who was at the door. "Hey! Sorry to bother is everything okay? I'm, your neighbor and I heard some gunshots." She asked. "Ah, yes of course it was just a movie I was watching. I am a bit deaf so I had to turn it up a lot, very sorry!" She then looked confused. "Wait for a second." He then quickly said "Bye!" And closed the door and locked it. He then looked at me. "Good job, you kept silent." I then was in pure fear. My eyes were widened, he then yet pointed the gun directly at my head. He moved it slightly away from my head and shot. I closed my eyes shut. "Your lucky I can't kill you." He said. I was confused a bit. He then walked towards me and picked me up a bit. "You're fine, the shoulder isn't that bad to be shot at." I groaned a bit in pain while getting up. He then took me to a seat. "Sit." I then sat down. Why isn't he killing me? I know all his info. "Stay, ill be right back." He then went upstairs. After like 2 minutes or so he had a cloth and some other medical stuff you can say. "Take off your shirt, it will be easier for me to patch it. I'll help you." He said. "Damn- Okay- How am I supposed to take my shirt off?" I asked. I could tell he was a bit annoyed. "Raise your arms- Or well one of them or both if you can." I then tried to raise both of them. "Damn-" I kinda groaned in a bit of more slight pain. He then pulled my shirt off. I then put my arms down, he didn't mind me with no shirt. Eh no need to question that, it seems weird-. He then started cleaning around the wound, my back, and my front. (Like last time if you don't wanna hear the whole process just scroll down a bit) He damped some of the cloth in rubbing alcohol. He rubbed it over the full wound. "Ow- damn it-!" I said in pain. "You're fine." He focused on the wound a lot. He then patched it up with a bandage. "How come you're not killing me?" I asked. "Alright so ill or well you will need to change the bandage daily and uh yeah." He just ignored me? What the hell. He then put away all the stuff and acted as if nothing happened. I wonder what's going on inside his head... It confuses me that he can just switch roles so fast. "I'll need to give you to boss in about 2 weeks. It's the latest I may be with a target." Then a knock at the door. "Ugh." He then walked to the door and opened it. It was the lady from last time. "Are you sure everything is OKAY?" She asked. "Yes of course! I just turned it off." She then peeked her head in and looked around. "Ah, okay then just making sure. Anyways thanks for turning it off. It was scaring my kids a bit." She said. "Ah, no problem! Anyways have a good day!" Before she could speak he closed the door. He sighed in relief "Oh lord hell-." He then walked back to me. "Did you see my face with no makeup?" He asked. "Uhh- Yep-." His eyes widened. "Thank fucking god but I wished it wasn't you." "Why are you thankful?" I asked. "Because I almost ran out of concealer and I'm tired of always wearing that shit." I nodded in response, I mean well I think it would be pretty annoying, to be honest. He then began walking away. "Hey wait!" I then got up and grabbed his arm. He looked back and turned around. "What?" He asked. I looked down at him while he looked up. I then put a finger under his chin and lifted it. Our faces got close.