Assassinated: Mellowalker New Universe

Chapter 16: Can You Stop Killing Me?

[Warning: umm...idk if the start is breaking the fourth wall. Also, there is basically no plot here. Cringe (?) but necessary for character development. Hope y'all enjoy. I promise the next chapter is gonna be better.]

[The song above is Love The Way You Lie by Rihanna & Eminem. Great song. Had it in my playlist for as long as I can remember.]

(Chris's POV)

I was lying on the sofa before Alan's television, listening to him making breakfast in the kitchen, when the small white flicker came, protruding from the special bone on my wrist.

Before looking at the message, though, I have to explain a few things.

Firstly, how did I end up in Alan's house again?

He had sat with me for a while back in that hospital room, offering to bring me something to eat, but I refused. He had also offered (though somewhat reluctant and embarrassed) to apply some more healing lotion to my wounds, and change the bandages; I refused that too. Though I knew he was an expert on that kind of stuff, it was...

I did not want him taking off my clothes yet.

No matter how badly it hurt.

Even if it's only a shirt and a pair of trousers.

...Give me some dignity, man.

He seemed to understand and struggle not to turn bright red like a carrot. I watched him nearly choke himself to death, and was very amused.

Sometimes he was just so innocent and so young, though I would never say that out loud to his face. If I did, there was no doubt that he'd tear off my limbs one by one, rip my head off and lick my bones clean with a thirsty sadist expression on his face.

He can be so fierce, combative, aggressive and thoughtful when he wants to, and I had to admit, he was one of the greatest assassins I have ever set my eyes upon.

Almost...almost as great as me.

I shall never admit this out loud but, I actually thought...

My eyebrows had scrunched up in a struggle of my own.

We...We...I...

Okay, so we actually made pretty good partners.

And I kind of...didn't want to leave the partnership.

Hey you readers, don't you dare tell anybody I just said that.

So back to the topic. The nurse soon came back, and she asked Alan to leave the room for a while. He reluctantly obliged, and she carefully rubbed some lotion into my wounds and bandaged them anew. I winced a lot, it hurt. Maybe Alan would've did it better.

She seemed surprised with my pace of healing, though. Even though the wounds looked bad on the outside, she told me, it should be soon when it all closes up and "you look as fresh as a baby". With that she left, and I nearly died from trying to suppress a sarcastic remark.

I had called Alan back into the room, and we chatted about random stuff for the rest of the afternoon, even getting into an argument about whether a rifle is better than a pistol. I ended up winning the pistol side because I argued that he saved my life with two.

He blushed a bit, I think.

The blush was cute.

Way cuter that I should be thinking.

After all, I did murder every single partner I had before him...but that's a story for next time. For the right time, and the right person, and the right ears. Preferably, Alan's.