Collided worlds

Chapter 15

After getting off the phone with Sara, i went back to Aaron who was sitting on the bed with a sleepy face. The moment he saw me, he reached out to me, asking to be picked up. Once he was in my arms, he started playing with my hair- a recently found hobby of his. Little guy has no idea what went down when he was sleeping, i felt for him, really.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, receiving a nod from him. Sighing, i brought him to the kitchen to see if there is anything to feed him. I don't know the first thing about babies. I did however hoped that Sara does.

I silently thanked god when my eyes fell on the box of cereal sitting on the counter. I took a bowl, opened the cereal and poured some for him. Placing him down on those baby chairs, i gave him his cereal with milk. Just as i was about to sit on the kitchen counter, someone started knocking at door. My gut told me it was Sara but really, it could be anyone.

"We'll play a game. Okay?" I said to Aaron who nodded excitedly, "Whoever makes the slightest noise first loses." He nodded again with a smile, placing his finger on his lips. I returned the smile before peeking through the hole on the door and let out a grateful sigh at the sight of Sara.

The second i opened the door, she launched herself into my arms. I returned the hug before directing her to the kitchen but did not miss the concern look on her face once she saw the thrashed place.

"What happened here?" She asked with furrowed brows. Aaron giggled, pointing at Sara before saying, "She lost."

"I lost what?" Sara smiled at him, confused at the same time.

"We were playing a game. The one who speaks first loses." I explained and she nodded in understanding.

"My parents are assassins." I blurted out. She immediately turned her head to look at me. "Your parents are what?" She mocked.

"Assassins. Leaders of an assassin organization, if you may." I explained further, her mocking face was quickly replaced by a shocking one once she realized i was being serious.

"And you?" She questioned.

"Me as well. I was until i left." I replied sighing before correcting myself, "Until i fled."

"You ever heard of the league of assassins?" I asked earning a nod from her. "My parents used to tell me stories about them. Something to scare me when i was a child when I wouldn't sleep." She smiled at the memories.

"Well, they exists." I stated, hating to be the reason her smile was replaced by a frown. "And your parents are among with them." She continued.

"No." I said as confusion washed over her features. "My parents are leading them."

The confused look was quickly replaced by a shocking one. "Woah what?"

I ended explaining everything to her. From the reason i left to why i decided to tell her now. She did not react the way i thought she would. Instead, she hugged me and told her i should have told her sooner because she thinks it's cool.

We were interrupted by yet another knock at the door which was followed by the familiar voice of Jason who notified me of his arrival. Once he entered, he said, "I have informed them about what happened. They'll do their best but we are dealing with people from here."

"Can't you access the cameras and see who was the last person in this suite?" I suggested earning a nod from him. "I'll ask the receptionist."

"These people are using guns." I pointed out, showing  Jason the hole in the wall. "No one was hit by the bullet. It was probably used to scare them or take them by surprise. These people knew that my parents has a code. They brought in the guns on purpose. People tend to do everything they are told while being held a gunpoint. Im guessing that's what went down here." I continued with my theory, "Judging the thrashed place, they did not reveal the guns until later which proves they had to use it because my parents were winning the fight."

"Hmm," Jason hummed in agreement. "They had a hand to hand combat and when they realized your parents were winning, they took our their guns- the element of surprise."

"Forced my parents to go with them using Aaron." I added, "Said they will hurt or worse, kill him, if they do not go with them."

"Wow." Sara breathed, reminding us of her presence. "I cannot believe you just figured out what happened here in a matter of 15 seconds."

"Hello, Sara." Jason acknowledged her. "Nice to see you again."

"Likewise."

"We don't have guns, weapons. I doubt we will get out of this fight alive if we go in with our swords." Jason pointed out.

"Even if we do use guns. You haven't been trained to use one. None of our people are." I stated, "Even if we do find my parents, we cannot just walk in there without knowing what is waiting for us. We need a plan and need to think this through."

"Where are we supposed to get guns?" Jason asked, rubbing his forehead. "We don't have enough time to train them."

He was right. My parents never gave us a gun or taught us to shoot. We were taught to use swords and other stuff. We were supposed to be safe. I cannot help but blame myself for their capture. If they didn't come here for me, this wouldn't have happened.

"We need help." I stated, knowing exactly who to ask for a little help. "Jason, return home. Be a temporary leader. You are my father's most trusted man. Lead the people, keep them safe."

Jason's brows furrowed in confusion. "I cannot leave you without protection. And besides, do you intend on finding them all by yourself?"

"No. I have a friend who might be willing to help." I answered, "Your training will have no use here."

"You are right." He sighed. "I'll leave but call me whenever you have a lead." I gave him my word before he left.

I walked to Aaron and picked him up before turning to Sara, "Can you drive us somewhere?"