Kill You

38~ Alliance

"Stop screaming" Jet sighs. "Let me go! What the fuck!" I shout. "HELP ME" I scream again.

Suddenly Noah's face is right in front of mine. His frustrated breathing fans across my face.

"No one... can hear you"

Tears well in my eyes and I sniff. Jet sighs again and hangs his head. My leg jerks but my ankles are chained so I don't move. Oh how I wish I could knee him in the face right now.

"Let me go" I choke out. Jet shakes his head and walks away from me. I watch as he walks up the first few steps of the stairs. "Wait!" I yelp. Jet turns to look at me. "Don't leave me here" I cry out. With another shake of his head, Jet turns and walks up the steps. I scream and cry and jerk in my seat, yelling for anyone.

Eventually my voice is lost and my head hurts 100x more than it did when I woke up.

I find myself quiet and exhausted, so I sit in the dark and fall asleep.

~2 Hours Earlier~

Noah's POV

I had found the room where our target was supposed to be. I wait in the vent for Jet to show up. I wait. And wait. I check my watch and curse silently. It's been five minutes since he disappeared. I'm going to have to do this on my own.

I look into the vent and I see a woman. She's familiar looking. My heart is pounding steadily, the familiar feeling of a moment before a kill is residing over me.

I watch as the woman walks into another small room, the bathroom. I quickly jump down from the vent and hide. I bring out my knife, ready to stab or slit or overpower to prevent any commotion.

I check the photo in my pocket and flip it open. I gasp and my stance breaks. Harley. Fucking Harley Walks.

The door opens and Harley walks out and sees me. She gasps and steps back, taking in my outfit and the knife in my hand. "What are you doing Noah?" She asks.

I drop the knife and run my hands through my hair. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuck" I say. Harley waits for me to gather my wits. I whip my head to her and laugh. She looks at me like I'm crazy and for a moment I think I am. Who am I kidding? I'm fucking insane.

"Where's Cassidy?" Harley asked asks calmly. "At the exit" I say deadpan. "So what are you doing here? And why did you come in through the vent?" She walks over to a bar and grabs a class, grabbing a flask and pouring dark amber liquid into it.

"SKA" I simply reply. Harley laughs and hands me the glass. "Wow. Really?" I nod in response, taking a big slurp. The dark, liquid amber of whiskey burns down my throat.

"You were assigned to kill me"

"Sort of. I was just backup"

Harley ponders that for a moment before laughing lightly. "You. Are...officially fucked" I nod in agreement and finish off my drink.

"So are you going to kill me?"

I sigh "No" Harley grins at me and nods before laughing again. This time I laugh with her. When we stop Harley smiles at me. "Go to the exit. I'll call in people to escort me out and I'll hide from the SKA. Do you need evidence?"

I nod and began to pace around the room, panicking. "It's okay. Anything specific?" She asks me. "Uh... blood! I need a blood sample!" I yank out a small plastic disk and hand it to Harley. She grabs my knife and moves it to her exposed stomach. I watch as she digs the knife into her side and catches her blood in the little science disk thing.

Handing both the knife and disk to me, she smiles. "Good luck. And tell Cassidy hello for me" Harley winks and heads back into the bathroom to clean up. I pull myself into the vent and make my way to where I'm supposed to go.

I just need to see Cassidy and go home.

When I get to the exit, I hop out of the vent and brush off the little dust that collected onto my clothing. Then I notice the silence. I look around and whistle, hoping to catch the attention of Cassidy. Maybe she's hiding?

"Cass" I call out softly. No response. I begin to panic again. I jog through the trees, looking for her. I trip and stumble over something. Thankfully I don't fall.

I look down to see it's a rock. But something catches my eye. I crouch down and pick it up.

Blood.

I touch it to find its mostly dry. This just happened maybe... 10-15 minutes ago? My heart pounds and my stomach drops. Something in my gut tells me this has to deal with Cassidy.

Then I think of Jet. First he disappears, then I can't find Cassidy. I wonder if he knows that I see the way he looks at her. The way he likes to tease and flirt oh so seductively. It doesn't work and it never will. Cassidy is so deeply in love with me I know I will never lose her. Especially not to some freak who thinks he's better.

I find myself running back into the building to find Harley. She likes Cassidy enough, plus we have that truce. We agreed to help each other out in need.

I find her eventually and I'm so out of breath I can't speak. "Noah? What's going on?" She asks.

"Cass-Cassidy.... she was.... taken. I need... h-help getting. Her. Back!" I gasp out.

Her face falls and she turns to the Guards beside her. "Get the best tracking team and suit up. We're going hunting for weirdos"

~Present Time~

I stopped hearing her scream a while ago. I've been fighting the urge to go check on her but I have to resist. I'm trying to plan here.

I need to get Noah somewhere so I can kill him. Once he's dead, Cassidy will be all mine.

Then I need a place for her and I to escape to. Some place to hide bodies and I won't get caught.

It's a process that usually doesn't end up like this. Hell I find a stunning woman, I study her before inserting myself subtly into her life, she falls for me and then I sneak her off to a false sense of security. And then bam... another one dead. Added to my collection of dead beauties.

Cassidy will be next. I swear on my fucking life it will happen.