Assassin / Deadly Class

5|- T is for Trauma

A/N: there are some parts here too that are a little different from the show so just bear with me. Without being said, get food and drinks, and hope you enjoy Assassin.

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"Ready. Set." shit. shit. shit. no. no. you'll be fine. yeah, you are fine. Just breathe.

"Go!" fuck. Everyone in front of me was going slow and went full speed up the loopy-lops.

I stepped on the foot pedal and started to go.

When I was little me and my dad used to go to car shows and went go-kart races but when mom left us I could never do it again. I tell people a lot of stuff about my mom but the truth is that she left us. She left when I was four. four!  My parents always fought, mostly at night thinking I couldn't hear them through the walls. So when I was eight, my dad started to see someone else, someone new.  They dated for months thinking I didn't know that they were dating. They, well she, always wanted a girl so they always asked me if I ever wanted a sibling. I always knew about Dylan.  He was always there for me especially when my parents were fighting. When my mom left, Dylan went to look for her and never came back. My aunt told us that he got sent to a boy's home called the Sunset Boys Home. I never knew what that place was or what they did. But when Willie mentioned The Sunset Boy's Home,  it was hard to believe that Marcus did something to do there.  I haven't heard of that place in a while. 

When I zoned back in people were still going up the lops. I didn't zone out for a while then. I turned the steering wheel in the direction of the loop and all the memories of me and my dad rushed back and then I remembered how happy I was. And how the wind in my hair felt nice as I  passed the people in front. That's exactly what I did. I pressed the pedal harder and passed the people in front of me. I felt alive and left like me.
"Wooo! I forgot how good racing felt" I yelled.

As I was climbing up the hill I turned around to check if anyone was behind me and I saw Marcus was far behind. Ha. I passed him. When I turn back there was a drop. I tried to slow down but I couldn't. I screamed and it felt good to scream, to be honest. Then when I went down the hill there was a side loop. I was going fast and Marcus caught up.
" Who's faster now" he teased as he passed me from the left side.
" Oh, it's on" I turned to the center of the track and picked up speed, passed 5 people, and right in front of the person in front of me was Marcus. His hair blowing in the wind and seeing him smile made me have butterflies in my stomach. I didn't know why but I did.

I put both hands on the steering wheel, griped on tight, and went a little bit faster and passed him. As I passed him he turned his head to my dissertation and looked at me in awe. My walkman almost fell out of the pocket of my hoodie while listening to music. We did this for about 5 more rounds. Those times I didn't scream but enjoyed the drop. The cars were starting to slow down so I turned to park them in a line with the others.

" No bumping please," a staff member said. As I went out of the go-karts and waited for Marcus I got hungry so I messed with someone's mind to go get water, fry dough, and french fries because I'm broke.  When Marcus came back looked like he was distracted by someone. I leaned against a wall while waiting for Marcus and my food. I checked my watch and it's been 15 minutes since I saw Marcus at the go-karts and my food. My food! I tried to use my powers to look for the person who I asked for food.

" Where are they?"

" Hey," Marcus said looking awful with blood leaking out of his jacket.

"What happened to you?" I asked him with worry