The Becoming of an Assassin

Chapter 35:

Thomas and Ian were back-to-back, holding their weapons up. They were currently outnumbered, surrounded by Orlando's men.

Orlando walked through the crowd and stood in front of them, a cruel smirk spreading across his face.

"Once I get rid of you two, Aidan will be mine completely. How it should be, after I kill you, Daiichi will be next, no one will stand in my way."

"You are seriously fucked up, you know that? If you loved Aidan, you wouldn't be doing things that would hurt him," Thomas said. He wiped the corner of his mouth that had blood on it.

"I never said I was sane, you two stood in my way back in America, and now Daiichi is in my way. But that's okay, because Aidan won't be coming to your rescue any time soon. Daiichi is too far gone, and we both know Aidan won't fight Daiichi back. So, chances are Aidan will end up getting the shit beat out of him until he falls unconscious."

"Bastard," Ian said, He went to attack Orland, but a guy who was muscular and tall. Bald, and had a tattoo of a dragon on his head, held a gun to Ian's head.

"If you move, you will die, the boss doesn't need you alive."

Ian quit moving, glaring at Orlando, rage filling his chest, but he had no choice but to comply. The guy used the butt of the gun and knocked Ian down to his knees. Another one of Orlando's men made Thomas kneel as well.

"Take Thomas away, I want them separated," Orlando said. A group of men with guns grabbed Thomas and dragged him away from Ian.

"Ian, you have to get to Aidan. Don't worry about me," Thomas called over his shoulder.

"Fuck, Thomas, don't you dare fucking die. I won't forgive you, if you do," Ian called out.

Thomas forced a smile, nodding. He sounded just like Aidan, but he wasn't sure what would happen. Ian turned his head to Orlando who was laughing as if this was one big game.

"Bastard," Ian said. Orlando stopped laughing and walked closer to Ian and scooped down to his level. He tilted Ian's chin up, with a smirk.

"Maybe I should make you watch as we kill him," Orlando said.

Ian felt his stomach drop in his stomach.

"Thomas is stronger then he looks, don't mistake him to be weak. He is stronger then I am. Stronger the Aidan as well. He is the one you should be worried about, not me," Ian said with a smirk rivaling Orlando's.

Orlando looked confused, as Ian never broke eye contact with him.

From a far distance, yells and screams could be heard, and Orlando's head snapped up. He stood up.

"Go find out what's going on now!" Orlando ordered his men, and they all rushed to where they dragged Thomas. Orlando had one of his guards lift Ian up.

Ian's head collided with the guard's, the force sending a shockwave of pain through both their skulls. But Ian was more head strong, as the guard stumbled back. Another was about to draw their weapon, but Ian grabbed the guard's arm, and twisted it. A move similar to the way Aidan fought when they first met. He slammed the second guard down to the ground, unarming him. Ian pointed the gun at Orlando, but Orlando was already gone.

"FUCK!" He cursed and ran towards Thomas, he knew Aidan would be okay, and Aidan would have given him an earful if he let anything happen to Thomas.

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Thomas was dragged down the dimly lit corridors of the east wing. The men had a tight grip on his arm. They assumed he was the weaker out of the three that showed up to save Daiichi. They still made sure to keep their gun's in his back, reminding him that he could die right there, if they wished. Once they arrived in the empty warehouse, there were crates, and a huge cross in the room. Thomas tilted his head a bit confused, because next to the cross was nails and hammers. It didn't take rocket science what they planned, and he knew his time was limited. He had to do something now, or else he would be the next Christ on that cross except he isn't going to be risen on the third day. He remained calmed and kept a clear mind, thinking of a way to create an opening.

"Don't kill him, Orlando wants him alive... for now," one of the guards said. He shoved Thomas forward. Some of the guards that brought him, had left, leaving him with roughly five guys instead of the ten that initially brought him. He observed the area, they didn't look arm, but he wasn't a fool to think otherwise.

He felt a rush of adrenaline pulse through him, liking his odds more. One guard, a burly man with a scar along his eye, stepped closer seeing the look in Thomas's eyes.

"Don't try anything stupid kid, or your death will be now then later."

That comment went through one ear and out the other. Thomas moved swiftly and in a split second he lunged forward, catching the guard off guard. He grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it sharply, while using his other hand to deliver a powerful punch to the guard's throat.

The guard choked, stumbling back, and another guard came up behind him, but Thomas twisted his body delivering a kick to the other's stomach, before grabbing him by the hair, and kneeing him in the face.

The guards quickly surrounded him, ready to restrain him. But Thomas was faster, he reached in his pants, grabbing the pocketknife he hid there, flipping it open.

Thomas had a different look in his eyes. It looked like a wild beast, a monster. The look caught them off guard, he lunged forward, slicing another's neck, stabbing someone in the stomach with the same blade.

Yells of agony filled the room; it could be heard throughout the building.

"There are five of us, he is only one man. Get him, now!" A guard yelled, but it was futile, as the guard was knocked onto the ground. Thomas began to punch the guy's face, a crazed smile on his face.

"Thomas, promise me you will never let that side take over you." Ian said, and Thomas sat in the middle of bodies all dead.

"I promise to not let it take over as long as the people I care about are safe."

Thomas remembered that promise he made to Ian when they were teenagers before joining the Royal Bloods. He had kept his promise, but now he had to break it. Aidan and Ian's life was in danger.

He grabbed the guard's gun when the guard went to reach for it and shot him at point blank range.

Suddenly a gun was held to Thomas's head, and Thomas snapped out of it, dropping the gun. He heard the gun click and a shot rang through the warehouse.