Dangerously Close (Aris x Reader)

11) Unconscious

I stared at his outstretched arm as he kept his eyes closed.

Putting my dagger under my pillow, I slowly reached out. Watching as he stayed completely still, I thought about it for another moment. Still unsure about this, I hesitantly wrapped my pinkie around his. Not moving a muscle, he seemed knocked out as I looked him up and down.

He looked unconscious. I think that he's actually unconscious.

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The people that hired me are awful at descriptions. They told me my target was kind of strong but should only take a few minutes to kill since he was blind in his right eye.

I don't just kill. I make customers give me a reason. If I can tell they're lying, I won't do it. And I can always tell. If the reason is petty, I won't do it. If it's a child I won't do it.

I don't kill because someone cheated on someone. I don't kill because someone broke someone's heart. I don't kill because someone wants what the person has.

I kill people who take advantage of the weak. I kill people who hurt others. I kill people who work for WCKD. I kill people who abuse. I kill people who do awful things.

They said the guy took their kid and sold him to WCKD. They weren't getting their child back, but they could get man who did it dead.

It took over half an hour, but it was done. I was covered in blood now. I hate when that happens, but he just wouldn't die. I had to resort to repeatedly stabbing his stomach.

Breathing heavily, I looked over his deceased body. He was gone now. It was done. He couldn't hurt anyone ever again. He couldn't sell out any more kids. He couldn't even touch me.

I need my dagger. It's my good one. It has the smallest and sharpest point. It hurts the most out of my collection. It never does me wrong.

Leaning down, I reached to pull it out of his flesh.

Before I could react his arm came up. I felt a seering pain in my back as he dragged some sort of blade down my spine.

Letting out a scream, I pulled my weapon out and got out from his hold to see he had a jagged piece of glass. Taking my foot, I stomped down on his face over and over. Letting out grunts of frustration, fear, and rage as my adrenaline had me shaking, I didn't even register that his face was mush.

Finishing the job for good, I sliced his neck that was barely attached to his body. His blood sprayed on me, staining my clothes and skin. Crimson painted my hand and even some of my face and hair.

They didn't tell me he was one of the most resilient fighters.

They didn't tell me he was smart enough to fake being dead.

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Quickly pulling my hand away, I reached for my weapon. Keeping my eyes on him, I didn't dare let myself fall asleep. I have to be ready for anything, no matter what it is.

I don't want to kill him. I don't want him to be bad. Even if I can't be his friend, I want him to truly be a good person.

I can never, ever, ever rule out the possibility that he isn't though.