Staying Human

Chapter 10: Flashbacks

Chapter 10: Flashbacks 

 * Flashback 

 Scott pulled his hood up and ducked around the corner waiting silently. He'd tracked his target here and tonight was the night he would kill him. He'd planned for this, to the very detail he was ready and everything was perfect. He heard footsteps coming and he pulled out his gun quietly, cocking it and holding it ready. He kept his breathing slow and steady as he waited, and then the footsteps stopped. He slowly glanced around the corner puzzled by the silence when suddenly he was grabbed from behind and slammed against the opposite side of the building; his gun falling from his hands and another gun being pushed under his chin. "Who are you? Who do you work for!" The man growled in a very deep voice. Scott eyed him carefully. Like himself he was dressed all in black and even though he was a lot shorter than Scott he seemed to be very strong. The fact that he was out here tonight sneaking around, dressed like Scott told him that this guy was in the same business as him. He had worked a job before that another hitman was working so this was no surprise to him. "Answer me!" The man growled again and Scott smirked.

 "I take it we work for the same person." He answered calmly. The man raised an eyebrow at him and Scott smiled. 

"How..." Before the guy could continued Scott threw his forehead into him and the man staggered back. Scott dove for his gun and rolled, grabbing the gun on his way back up and stood in front of the man. Both men stood there in silence, guns pointed at each other.

 "So now what?" The other man laughed. Scott wasn't sure. This guy was obviously a professional and he figured if he decided to fight him over the target he may or may not win. And that would probably take all night, which was a waste of time. Plus the guy was kind of cute....he would hate to mess up that pretty face. Was the target worth fighting over?

 "We could fight for it..." Scott suggested keeping his gun up and ready to shoot. The guy smirked. 

"You'd lose." He stated confidently. Scott raised an eyebrow at him. 

"You think so?" He stared him down before the man's expression changed.

 "Well...maybe it'd be like fifty, fifty..." He finally said and this time Scott laughed. 

"I really don't think we have time to fight it out anyway..." Scott replied. The man nodded and lowered his gun slightly.

 "Ever work with a partner?" He asked and Scott nodded. 

"Didn't go so well." Scott answered and also lowered his gun a little. 

"Same." The guy stated. Scott didn't know why but he didn't feel threatened by this man. Usually when he came across other hitmen he didn't feel safe or trust them one bit, and after what happened the last time he worked with partners he trusted no one. Scott lowered his gun all the way and raised his hands. 

"Alright man look I really don't want to fight so how about we just share the money?" The man laughed and kept his gun up. 

"Work together? Yeah you seem like a nice guy and all but I work alone." He stated and Scott smiled. 

"So do I, but I'm just saying it'd be easier to work together rather than fight over it." Scott suggested. The man eyed him suspiciously a moment and then his eyes widened as he seemed to realize something.

 "Wait a minute, I know you! You're Slade!" He said and Scott smiled. 

"So you've heard of me..." He snickered. 

"Of course I've heard of you, everyone's heard of you." He replied. Scott was flattered but then confused. No one had ever really seen him so how did this guy know who he was? 

"How did you know?" He asked and this time the other man chuckled. 

"I might be the only guy to ever see you in action. I stumbled onto one of your other jobs while I was tracking my own target completely by accident but I watched you take the guy down. He was twice your size but you did good work." He stated and Scott actually blushed a little. The guy saw it and laughed. "Are you blushing?" He asked and Scott looked away from him. "Oh my god...you ARE!" He laughed again and Scott rolled his eyes. 

"Ok that's enough of that. Are we working together or not?" Scott asked getting aggravated, but secretly he wasn't that aggravated, he just had to keep up the act. The guy sighed and finally lowered his gun all the way. 

"Fine but I don't trust you." He said and held out his hand. Scott took it and stared into the man's green eyes. 

"Good, I don't trust you either."

 *End Flashback 

 Scott sat at the park watching the kids play baseball. He didn't know how he was going to tell Mitch he'd lost his job, not that he needed the job to take care of Mitch, but still. He was trying so hard to be normal, to be the perfect man for Mitch but nothing ever went right for him it seemed. He watched a small boy step up to the plate with bat that looked too heavy for him to even hold. The pitch was up and the held his breath as the boy swung hitting the ball over to right field. A man who Scott assumed was his father stood up and cheered for the boy who was fast enough to make it all the way to third base. He smiled at how happy and proud his father looked. He never got to play baseball, but it looked like a lot of fun. He thought back to his childhood, what did he even do for fun? He wasn't allowed to do anything really. He mostly stayed in his room and played by himself...just tried to stay out of his fathers way. Unless he was at school, but school wasn't any better than home. For some reason the other kids hated him. He was always way taller than them and very skinny. What would it have been like if he was on a baseball team? If his father was in the stands watching and cheering for him? Obviously he wouldn't be where he was now. He thought back to the memory of meeting Avi. That night went completely wrong but he was happy he decided to work with Avi. If he was in a better state of mind for a relationship it probably would have worked out with him, maybe they'd even still be together. He checked his watch and realized Mitch would be getting out of class pretty soon. He got up and walked back to his car; the image of Avi still in his mind.