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Chapter 17

Chapter 17-

It's dark; the only light provided is the light of the bright, full, luminous moon that hangs above us. Telling us that everything will be okay. The moon's assurance isn't enough though, so many things can happen that can complicate our mission. So many things. I guess the moon is just trying to be positive in a situation like this. It's all it can be, all we can be in a situation like this. Be positive.

The fire escape is wet and slippery, if we weren't wearing these shoes we'd all slip and crack our skulls open. But the soles of the shoes, somehow sticks to the wet surface and helps us carry on. Beckham leads the way up the fire escape since he has that high-tech gizmo in the palm of his hands, telling him where to go.

There's one long ladder, now leading up to the roof and slowly but surely we all climb up it, in a line. Beckham is really good at this, taking matters into his own hands and staying focussed. Like his father I presume.

Irma told me that his father fought for his country and led his country to victory. That's where Beckham gets it from, his father. Angelo Russo. From the pictures that Irma showed me they look alike too. Both with dark curly hair and brown eyes that somehow managed to sparkle. They all had that gleam in their eye, every Russo family member had it. Irma had it and so did Leo. I noticed it when Leo opened the door. His chocolate brown eyes were so bright, so childlike that it scared me. Yet, he managed to be mature and composed at the same time. 

It reminded me so much of my mother. She had that little gleam in her eye that composure, that well fed maturity. She looked like me. She had bright auburn hair that cascaded down her back in long elegant waves with bright brown eyes that seemed to warm you up from the inside, out. She was a strong woman, too. My father, back then, was a handsome man. He reminded me of Sadie. With light brown curls and brown eyes that smiled at you. Both my parents were loving people. It's just when my mother died that everything went downhill. My father loved her more than he loved himself. Everynight, after my mother's death, he would pray to God to give him enough strength to stay away from alcohol but it never helped. He always came home drunker than the last. We used to be such a happy family. My mother an enthusiastic yet composed reader and my father a charismatic and eccentric archer. They were odd yet perfect.

As I thought of all of those memories, that I thought was long gone, it just made me more steady to do what I came here for. To kill Trick. Avenge my family. Save Irma. It all made sense.

Some people would ask: is revenge really worth it? Of course it is! Without revenge in this situation, I'd have to wait for Trick and his goons to kill me and the people I love. This way is way more efficient. This way; everybody who was ever a threat in my life, dies. This way; the people I love won't die.

     The wind blows my braid around, it flails in the cool evening air. My flushed cheeks are damp because of the sweat that are already forming as little beads. I wipe it off with the sleeve of my sweater that magically absorbs the perspiration.

Beckham inspects our surroundings and Laura examines her knives, while Zachary just stands there, the moonlight shining on him making him more beautiful and statuesque. I slowly walk up to him and place my hand on his lower back. He looks down and smiles at me.

"It's a beautiful night, ain't it?" he looks off into the sky.

"Zachary?"

He looks down at me and frowns, I want to smooth out the crease in his brow and place a kiss at his temple but there's been a question I've been longing to ask.

"What happens after this? If we do surivive." I gulp down the rising lump in my throat to expect the worst.

"It depends on you, Wendy. I love you; I never lied to you about that. You're smart and beautiful. You're witty and feisty. You're every man's dream. I do not want to lose you. You mean everything to me." He places his hand on my cheek, and before I know it his lips are on mine. After what seems like forever. "I will be yours forever, no matter what happens. If you want to be with me. Then we will be together."

"I want to be with you," I manage to say.

"Good." He chuckles lightly and it warms my heart.

After everything I thought Zachary was... I was wrong. He is not a dick. Maybe things will be better after this. Maybe things will work out with him. I've always been alone and lost and now that I've found someone to share my forever with, I'm afraid of letting him go. But this is real life. Something is bound to fuck it up. I'll try not to let that happen. Even if it kills me.

I look up at his green eyes and my heart fluttered, he makes me so happy. I love him.

I'm not alone.

I smile.

"Here's our entrance," Beckham says.

"Who's going first?" Zachary asks.

I swallow heavily and look down into the broken window. "Me." I step forward and examine it.

Watch out Trick.

Here I come.