1D Meets the Assassin

Failed Escape- Katara

Someone twisted a Garrote around Marus's neck. I snarled and lunged at them. They easily brushed me off. I snapped the ropes around my wrists and began to frantically untie my feet. They saw me and someone swung something at my head. I barely dodged it and scrambled for a weapon. I felt metal hit my side. I grit my teeth and looked at the person that hit me. It was a male. He held a metal bat up to swing at me. I heard a crack, but didn't feel pain. He had definitely hit. I could clearly see the bruise beginning to show on my arm. I finished the knot and stood up. He was ready to swing again. Where were Pyro and Shadow? Dead? It was a scary thought that I immediately dismissed. Crack! My thoughts had cost me. I punched him in the jaw. He yanked my arm hard. It dislocated my shoulder. I hissed through my teeth. He pulled my arm behind my back, grabbing the other as well. I winced as he relocated my shoulder. He picked me up bridal style. I muttered curse words in German, Irish, Russian, and English. He laughed.

"You are a funny assassin."

"Shut the f*** up. I am really p***** right now." I spat.

"We aren't going to kill Marcus, if it helps."

I still wanted this dude dead. He took my silence as a yes.

"You aren't gonna admit that you like him."

"I don't like him! He is just a f****** paycheck, just like all of my other jobs."

"It's okay if you do like him."

"I don't date anymore."

"Why not?"

"None of your b-uh.... How do you say that one word?"

"Buisness?"

"Yeah, that one."

"Oh."

He went silent. I closed my eyes for a minute. He quieted everyone down so I could "sleep." I relaxed in the silence. I felt myself lowered onto something. I opened my eyes to see the dude staring at me. My head was in his lap. I immediately tried to sit up. He held my shoulders down.

"Let me up!" I snapped.

"No. Just take a nap. I'll wake you up when we get there."

"No! You act like I trust you."

"You should, we aren't going to hurt you."

"Liar. Everyone says that."

"I'm not lying."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"I'm going to hold you to that."

"I know."

I closed my eyes again. He gently patted my head.

"Quit." I told him.

He took his hand off. I sighed.

"Why does your boss want me? I don't think I did anything."

"I don't know. He asked for you specifly."

"Where are Pyro and Shadow and Adaline?"

"At your agency. Your boss needed them."

"Well, my boss sucks."

"Sure he does. He left you alone on an assignment. It sounds like he trusted you enough to leave you alone."

"All I can do is fight. He knows that I don't do social crap."

"You weren't expected to do social stuff. You were instructed to guard."

"True."

We went silent. I began to hum Long Shot by Kelly Clarkson. The beginning of it had actually happened to me before.