The Marksman

Chapter Nine-Setting it in Motion Part One

I let out a sigh and feel an arm on my legs. I open my eyes and look and see Jason passed out on the couch with me. I look at the ice cream bucket and see that it's empty. I wonder how late I stayed up? I lay my head back down and close my eyes only to have Jason roll on top of me. His body weight smashes into my body causing my head to pin between his couch cushions and his leg. "Jason" I murmur through the couch cushions. I can breathe fine but I'm being crushed. He won't move and I'm stuck. "Jason" I murmur again. He rolls over and I can finally breathe again. I hear the front door open and I feel Jason shoot up and freeze. I look up and see Jason pointing a desert eagle in the direction of the front door. He clicks it and glares at the front door.

"Get the hell out of my house now or I will blow a damn hole in your head." He growls.
"Jase, we need you're help with a problem." A voice tells him warily.
"I already told Dick not to bother me. I'm busy right now. Now get the hell out!" Jason yells.

I sit up and was pushed back down by Jason. He didn't want me to see who was there. "Why didn't you call instead of picking my lock!?" Jason yells. I've never seen him so annoyed before. Doesn't surprise me if you ask me. "Because it's an emergency Jase. We tried reaching you're cell but like always you don't pick up." The voice tells him. "Maybe you guys didn't get my message. Leave me the fuck alone!" Jason yells. I see his finger pull the trigger to the desert eagle. I hear the bullet hit a wall. "That's my last warning shot. The next one I'm not going to miss." Jason warns.

"Alright, alright. We will call you back Jase and this time pick up." The voice tells him. I hear the front door close and Jason sets his gun on the coffee table and falls back on the couch groaning. His hands placed over his eyes and keeps them there. I look at him not sure what I should do. I get up and head to the bathroom. "Jay, I need to buy some clothes so I don't have to keep wearing yours." I tell him weary.

He nods and stays on the couch. I open the door and close it behind me and turn the lights on. I remove my clothes and turn the water on and jump in the shower. I come back out once I am done and dry myself and put the clothes back on. I head back out into the living room and walk towards Yager who still hasn't woken up yet. I sit down next to him and place his head on my lap. I stroke his head and ears. My poor boy. I look at his torso and still see the stitches.

"Please wake up Yager. I need you to wake up." I whisper. His eyes still don't open. Only his chest rises and lowers slowly. I stroke his head again. I place his head back down and stand up stretching. I make way to the kitchen, ignoring everything around me. I open the fridge and peer inside and close it, still remembering that there is hardly anything in the fridge. Jason sits on the couch and looks at me.

He looks distraught. I lean against the couch and look at him as well. "So when are we leaving. I have to go to work pretty soon Jay." I tell him. He nods and gets up and enters his room. He comes back out and is wearing a light blue shirt and a black leather jacket with dark blue jeans and black dress shoes. He makes way towards me and I push myself off the couch looking at him.

I can tell he is annoyed at what just happened a few minutes ago. I feel my body scream at me to move and not to anger him anymore. Just do something helpful. I walk to the front door but stop and lean against the door. He stops and crosses his arms, shifts his weight to his right foot and raises his eyebrow at me. I feel the smile spread across my face but I quickly force it off.

"And where do you think you're going? Did you forget you can not walk out without me?" Jason questions.

I lower my head knowing that I lost my tough side of me and now....now... I am not sure. "Yes I know." I tell him. "By the way you can't go to work. I called and told them you're off. They understood." He tells me. I hear his footsteps coming towards me. His hands take mine, I look up at him confused and questioning his actions. I remove my hands from his and cross my arms. "And how did they understand?" I demanded. "Lets just say I made a phone call when you where asleep. By the way you just said a few minutes ago that you need some clothes. So we are going to go get some clothes." He tells me. "And the plan is taking action tonight. I hope you haven't forgotten Miss Annabelle." He tells me.