Guns and Hearts

one

The sound of the front door banging against the thin apartment walls awoke me from my slumber.

Probably your roommates I thought to myself, getting ready to go back to sleep.

That thought was immediately erased.

"Check all the rooms, find her, make sure she is dead."

I immediately shot up from my bed, panic surged down my spine. Beads of sweat trailed down my face.

Are they looking for me?

Who is the "she"?

Why kill-

All of a sudden, the door to my room was slammed open. My eyes went wide and my mouth hung low when I saw a hot guy standing at the doorway.

With a gun. Pointed at me.

Wait, what?

I looked away from his gorgeous face and sure enough, a gun was pointed at me. My face was fueled with shock and fear.

I looked back to his face and his hard-firm features were gone. His face looked calmer, his eyebrows were no more furrowed. He slowly lowered his gun and returned it to his back pocket. He slowly backed out from my doorway, reached out for the doorknob and closed the door to my room

Realizing he was gone, I immediately climbed out of my bed.

I needed to call the police I thought to myself

I walked over to the dresser where my phone was located. My hands reached out for my phone but stopped mid-way when voices came from the living room once again.

"She is not here."

"Her tenants?" The guy with the same loud voice asked.

"Nope."

"Good," he replied, "that means we won't be killing anyone tonight."

A gasp involuntary left my lips.

They would've killed me.

"Kyle, make sure we haven't left anything behind. No footprints whatsoever." The loud guy demanded.

"I will head to HQ first to finalize our next attack. Go home and get some rest once your done."

"Yes sir." Kyle, who I assumed, replied.

"See you at HQ."

I slowly walked back to my bed, thoughts overfilled my mind. I would've been dead. I buried my head into the palms of my hands. I was overly confused.

But...Kyle...why didn't he kill me?

The sound of the door to my room broke me from my trance. I looked up from my hands and faced the body that was leaning against the doorframe.

So he's Kyle.

His arms were crossed over his chest, a smirk on his face.