assassins // calum hood

27. what the fuck. am i dead?

"easy? how?"

michael laughed again, the annoying kind of laugh. "oh you should come with me."

"how do i know that you are not tricking me?" calum asked, deepening the gun.

"i don't know. but pull over there." michael pointed towards a little area, an abandoned area.

calum tightened his grip on the gun as they entered the place. "what the fuck is this place?"

"davis, we got someone here!"

"who is it?"

a tall man appeared with a happy expression on his face, "oh."

"he's-"

"calum." calum replied not sure whether he was doing the right thing or no.

"i want to know about the fraternity."

"they sent you, right?" davis asked, his eyes moving from calum's feet up to the tip of his mohawk-styled hair.

"no-uh, actually yes. they sent me to kill-"

"okay. i know. you better write it down because they can hear you right now."

"who?"

"dean can hear you by that device."

calum's eyes widened, what if dean heard everything and he killed wolf? he was not worrying, was he?

"that is not a problem, calum." the old man said, "give me your leg."

calum who was puzzled and confused at that moment didn't think twice about giving the man his legs. he could cover up everything later.

the man pointed a little gun-very little gun to the area where calum's black dot was located. "what the fuck are you doin-"

the man pulled the trigger and it had left calum screaming. "what the fuck. am i dead?"

"it's okay, young man. dean would think that you're dead, the important thing is, he can't kill you with his button anymore."

calum felt nervous and happy. he wanted to be free-to live without thinking of exploding with a little push of a button.

"i need to know the truth."

"you see, kid, dean is not what you think, his father holds this kind of business-very illegal business that earns billions everyday. now to kill people who found out about his prejudices-he paid a doctor in the st. maurice hospital in sydney to inject some black material on babies that helps them control their panic modes, this explains why you are so good in shooting. that doctor earns an awful lot by injecting those little black thing on babies he encountered-he only did this to the healthy ones, though. and to cover that shit up, he told you lies-the fraternity is a government organization that is in charge of eliminating evil across the world. he's a genius, an evil genius. i knew all of this because i was his bestfriend. i felt pity for the children so i took a few of them- to name a few, i'd say michael."

calum's mouth remained open, he was awakened, his eyes were opened by davis' words.

"i need to tell my friends about this. oh my fucking god, we're living a lie. please help us." calum responded, running his cold hands through his hair and dropping his gun.

"you could come back anytime, calum." davis answered, "bring them. but i should remind you-don't let dean know that you deactivated your dot, tell him you got shot on the leg and you need to bring your friends to help you kill michael."

"thank you, sir davis. i don't know what to say."