Assassin [dylmas]

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Before the emptiness there will be no desire. You can't fill a full glass. "Alan always has blonde hair and green eyes. Show don't tell." - that's what Mr. Priam from literary club told all the time, again and agin. But what could Dylan talk, or write about when he felt so empty.

„I have brown eyes, and black hair," he muttered to his mirror reflection.

The elevator he was in contained of pure galss. It stopped suddenly and the door flew open, a second later Dylan was slammed to the floor and felt all his bones cracking. A cold blade was pressed to the back of his neck.

„Welcome," whispered a soft woman's voice. "You have a lot to learn."

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The house they lived in was at the end of the village, on a small hill. Huge trees surrounded it from each side - a perfect country cottage for two lovebirds. Dylan walked around the livingroom studing all the china in the china closet. He was nervous. He had a week, a week to prepare himself for all of this.

„Who is that?" He heard a low male's voice and turned around.

He saw a very tall young man with ocean blue eyes and quiffed blonde hair.

„Hi, you're Luke, right? I'm a fan," Dylan rubbed his sweaty hands in his jeans.

„Who are you?" Luke's eyes scanned him with a lot of anger.

„Beautiful he's my cousin Dylan, have some manners," Zero appeared in the livingroom.

She was wearing a long black dress. She kissed Luke and smiled.

„Why haven't you told me your cousin is visiting you? You know it's dangerous to let strangers into the house," Luke lowered his voice.

„Let's talk in the kitchen, Dylan make yourself comfortable," Zero grabbed Luke's hand and the two disappeared form the livingroom.

Dylan shivered. Luke knew. He had to, he woudn't be so mean.

Dylan moved to the couch and sat down waiting patiently till the couple will finnish their argument.

Minutes later Zero came into the livingroom. Her cheeks were red but her face was emotionless.

„Let's go for a walk Dylan," she looked at the young man and he got up.

He was scared. All he learnd so far seemed unnecessary, and stupid. Zero was the best, the best in her profession, retired, but still the best.

Dylan tried to keep his distance from her, when they left the house and walked to the forest, that was down the hill, becuse he knew Luke might observe them from one of the windows.

„You could warn Luke, at least tell him about me," said Dylan when Zero stopped inbetween the huge trees.

„There is no time, the price money on the black market reached twenty million and now everyone who feels ready to do it, is after our client," Zero took a gun and tossed it to Dylan. "I will put flying targets around you, there are fifteen targets and fifteen bullets. You miss one, it will attack you and they bite like wasps, it's pianful" she looked him in the eyes.

"I understand," Dylan nodded. "Why do you need me?" He asked.

„I have a feeling it will be easier for you to make contact with our client," she opend a chest and fifteen fly like shapes shoot in each direction.

Zero hid behind a tree while Dylan tried to concentrate. He heard the buzzing of the small wings in the air but the targets were so quick, he barely could see them. He shoot, but missed. They flew closer and he felt the sweat on his face. He shot again and again. He hit two flies and run out of bullets, the rest attacked him leaving painful spots in his skin.

He tried to free himsef fom them moving his hands around himself madly. A bullet crossed the air inches from him putting anoter fly down.

„Don't move," whispered Zero.

Her dark eyes were focused on the targets. The flies were quick, but not quick enough to escape her. Dylan could only watch how this elegant young woman deals with the problem.

„There's no way I'll learn all of this in a week," whispered Dylan.

„You need a reason, a reason to survive, a reason to fight for, and you better find one till the end of the week" she said shooting the last fly.

„Is Luke your reason?" asked Dylan.

She stayed silent.

She just left him surrounded by the demaged flies, with millions of questions in his head.

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Find a reason. Find a reason.

Dylan looked up form the piece of paper filled with one and the same sentence. Zero drove him to the city. She didn't want him to miss literary club, he was supposed to act normal.

„Dylan, what's this, your essay for today?" asked Mr. Priam, and Dylan tried to hide under his desk.

„Can't Fernanda read it?" he pointed at the dak haired girl, who was the best in class.

„Fernanda is always on point in her essays, but you," Mr. Priam raised his eyebrows. „Come up," he said.

Dylan felt anger, when he got up and moved to the teacher's desk. He stopped next to it. The literary club wasn't mandatory, but Dylan really tried to find something, that could bring a bright side to his dark existance.

„What was our subject?" asked Mr. Priam, his grey eyes glittering behind his glasses.

„How can I describe love, the best way I can describe love," muttered Dylan.

„Let's hear what you have to say" Mr. Priam leaned on the desk and two girls giggled.

Dylan glanced at them. One had long blonde hair and was very pretty. Her name was Ruby and she never really cared abut him, not even when he offered her a drink the last time thy met, in the campus club. She just simply said 'no' and walked away.

„So" Dylan looked at his paper. „Love. How do I describe love. I have no idea. It's strange and tastes like the global warming and pllution. Love is - a little bit cruel, and probably a funny trickster, it loves to play with our feelings. Love loves, that's funny, haha. .. And it's sarcastic. If love would have a name, it would be Gerda, and she would be a grumpy old lady, that wants to punish everyone for her unsuccessful and sad life. So guess, I'm not the guy who cares about love. That's it." Dylan glanced at Mr. Priam.

„Dylan, Dylan, Dylan" Mr. Priam got up. „What would I do with you boy, you're so hopeless. You have a month, by the end of it I want to see a proper essay, or you'll be kicked out of the literary club," said Mr. Priam.

„But can't I have my own opinin?! Ey, I'm knocked out and I'm lying down unable to get up, and love still kicks me. Do I really have to write all this flowery bla bla bla stuff?" Dylan shouted.

„You have time till the end of the month, Fernanda show us your story," said Mr. Priam sitting back.

Dylan crumpled the paper with his essay in his fist, he moved back to his desk and glanced at the sentence he had been writing the whole hour. He looked up at Ruby, he could try to ask her out, but somehow he felt it won't give him the reason he looked for.

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