Take It To The Grave | Danisnotonfire Fanfic #wattys2015

9. I pull the trigger

My phone buzzes, indicating a new message. I look over at Dan, who is sleeping peacefully. I reach over, past the mug of cold coffee that I didn't drink, and pick up my phone. The Boss.

Hannah, I need you. I have two clients that need finishing off so could you please meet me in Green Road? I'll be waiting.

I wriggle out of Dan's grasp and grab yesterday's clothes and head to the bathroom to change. I fold Dan's clothes and leave them in a pile on his bed. I don't have time to say a formal goodbye. I slip out of his apartment and catch a cab to Green Road, wondering who awaits me.

"Thanks for coming so quickly Hannah," The Boss greats me as I quickly walk towards him. "Mr Kendall is underground and he needs to be killed as quickly as possible. Could you do that please then meet me back here?"

"Sure thing. What shall I use?" I ask.

The Boss hands me a small gun and I tuck it into the waistband of my jeans after I check it's loaded. It is.

"Just leave him there. I'll arrange someone to pick up and dispose of the body."

I walk towards the hidden doorway which leads to the tunnels underground. It's pitch black and I don't even have a torch. I creep down the tunnels, my heels clicking on the stone floor. I go further and further down. I reach into my waistband and pick out the gun.

After about 10 minutes of walking, I come to a large, candle-lit opening. I see Mr Kendall sitting on a pile of rocks, his back to me.

I walk quietly closer, the gun now held out in front of me, my finger on the trigger. I carry on walking until I'm about 10ft away from him. I measure up, the gun pointing to his back.

"Hello." I say and Mr Kendall slowly turns around.

He sees the gun and freezes slightly before leaping up.

I pull the trigger.

Mr Kendall falls to the ground. I got him right in the heart. A perfect, clean shot.

I walk over to the crumpled body on the cold floor and check for a pulse. Nothing.

I turn around and walk back to meet the Boss.

"Done." I say to the Boss. "Who's next?"

"Ms Leftman is next Hannah. She's by the cinema, in the alleyway. She's alone."

"Okay, see you soon." I turn away and head towards the cinema alleyway.

I find Ms Leftman standing against a wall, having a cigarette. She looks me up and down as I walk towards her.

"Mind if I have one?" I say, gesturing to the cigarettes.

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a crumpled box and a blue lighter. She picks one out with pink painted fingernails and hands it to me.

"Thanks." I say, though I have no intention of smoking it. I put it in my mouth and pretend to light it, seizing her up while I do so. She turns her back on me ever so slightly but it's enough for me to grab her and put her into a headlock. She kicks out at me while I twist her arm into a painful position. I catch her leg with my foot and push her to the ground, her head smashing against the concrete. Her face twists with fury as she fights back. I press my hand against her throat while I pull out my gun and place it against her temple. She suddenly stops fighting, as if I might take pity on her and let her live. No chance. And for the second time today, I pull the trigger.

I put the gun away and wipe my hands on my trousers and walk away without a second glance.

Done. I text the Boss.

Fantastic Hannah. You can go home now. he replies.

I head back to my apartment and let myself in. My answerphone is beeping like crazy, meaning I have a lot of voicemails. I check my phone; again, I have a load of voicemails on there too. Jesus Christ.

"Hannah? Where did you go?" Dan.

"Hannah? Where are you?" Dan again.

"Where are you Hannah? Come back."

"Hannah. I'm getting slightly worried now. Call me as soon as you get this message."

"Han, it's been 2 hours now. Where are you? Please call me."

"Has something happened Han? Come back, please."

"Hannah. Call me as soon as you can. Please."

All of my voicemails on my mobile and house phone are from Dan. Oops, guess I should have left a note. I delete them one by one before ringing him back.

"Hannah?" He picks up instantly.

"Hey Dan." I reply. "Sorry, something important came up at work and I had to leave quickly. I didn't have time to leave a note and I didn't want to wake you."

Dan breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank God you're okay Hannah."

"Yeah, I'm totally fine. I'm at home right now."

"Well, next time you have to leave in a hurry. Can you at least send me a text when you have a spare minute so I'm not left worrying?"

I roll my eyes. Have a spare minute. Ha. "Yeah, sure, fine, whatever. Listen, I'm really sorry but I've gotta go. Speak soon." I hang up the phone.

I walk over to my Mac and log into Dan's FaceBook account again. He has 1 new message. It's from a guy called PJ.

Hey Dan and Phil

There's no easy way to tell you this... But Chris (Kendall) is dead. He was shot in the underground. They found and identified him. The fans are devastated.

-PJ

Whoa. Shit.

Chris Kendall. Kendall.

Mr Kendall.

The guy I killed?

It must be. I shot him underground. In a tunnel.

I type in Chris Kendall into the FaceBook search and click on the 'page' one. A picture of him comes up. Yep, it was him. I scroll through the posts written by others. Some have already posted 'RIP Chris' messages. How the fuck did they find out so quickly?

I go back onto PJ's message and see that Dan has replied to him.

What the…Shit…Really? I'm so sorry to hear that. It's scary, y'know? It could happen to any of us. It could happen to you. It could happen to Phil. It could happen to me. We just don't know what's around the corner. Sorry again

I smile wryly to myself at the irony in Dan's reply. It could happen to any of us… It could happen to me

Dan's right. We just don't know what's around the corner.