Killers

Alone

Jack's POV

Sure as Elsa said, exactly at 4 she was up and whipping me. It hurt like hell and she did this for an hour straight, then she left me be. She then trained in her practice room or the same room I was in until she collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

She sat on the floor panting while staring up at the ceiling. She kept mumbling something to herself. I couldn't hear her the best, but I think she said, 'I want him back'.

"Who are you mumbling about?" I asked.

"No one that you would know about or care for." she said coldly, then shakily stood up. As she walked out of the room, I could still see her legs twitching.

What happened to make someone like this? I don't get it. They said she was a good loyal agent, so what happened, and why is she targeting the Guardians?

Then Elsa walked back into the room, with a guy, and I had to do a double take. She was actually dressed like a girl and not someone ready to torture or kill you She had on a light gray loose sweater, a cream tulle skirt that reached her knees, a pair of cream pumps, a long gold necklace, a smidge of makeup on, and her hair was in a messy yet elegant bun.

"Ahh, Elsa who is your friend?" the guy said looking at me.

"My new torture toy." she corrected, "Now lets get down to business."

"Alright." he said handing her a file, "His name is Tom Scott. He is a scientist who is making groundbreaking strides in curing cancer. We want you to take him out."

"What is the benefit for me?" she asked.

"15 million dollars." the guy said.

"I want 20 mill." she said.

"No!"

"Fine, then find someone else. But by the time you do he will most likely have costed you millions of dollars in profit loss and there is no gaurentee he will be dead."

The guy gritted his teeth, but nodded.

"Fine 20. He is currently on his way here for a W.H.O meeting."

"Is there any specific way you want his to be killed?"

"No, just have fun." he said then walked out. Elsa stayed in the room and sharpened all of her knives, and the silence was killing me.

"Why does he want that guy dead?"

"He makes and sells stuff of chemotherapy. If that guy finishes his work, he could put him out of business." she said.

"Please don't kill him, for the children." I said.

"Don't act so ritchous. We have both killed many people because someone handed us a file and told us too, I just get paid better." she said, "Word of advice, if you are good at something, never do it for free."

"Just think about this for a moment. What if you have a kid and they get cancer." I said, and I saw her stiffen. She stopped what she was doing, and got a snowflake shaped brand and started heating it up.

"W-What are you doing?" I said.

She didn't answer. She just waited till it was white hot, then walked up to me. She opened the cage and yanked my shirt off. When she pressed the brand against my chest. I screamed in pain, and I could smell my flesh burning. After she removed it she started whipping me like crazy, and started cutting me as well.

When she finished she looked me in the eyes, and what she had was not expected. It was a mixture between a glare and tears.

"Never mention children again." she said coldly, then left.

Elsa's POV

I want to kill him so bad right now it is crazy, still I had to wait to get a replacement. I walked out shutting the door behind me. Moment the door was shut I leaned against it, and started sobbing.

Child, my baby. I want him back!!!!

I just hugged myself and cried until I had nothing left in me anymore. I changed into a pair of white shorts and a blue hoodie, then I made some chicken-noodle soup. I baked fresh rolls to go along with it, then cut up fresh fruit for dessert.

I put them all on a tray, then carried them into my TT room (training/torture).

"Alright, head up. Time to eat." I said.

"I don't want to." he said stubbornly.

"Shame, giving up already. So sad." I said, "Well, if you aren't going to eat, I'm not going to force you." I shrugged.

"Wait......... I am pretty hungry." he said, and I nodded. I opened the door, and picked up the soup.

"Open up." I said.

"Is it poisoned?" he asked and I chuckled. I took the first spoon.

"If so, looks like we are both gonners. Now open up, I won't ask again." I said. He opened up and I slowly fed him. When he finished I wiped his mouth with a napkin and then placed everything back on the tray.

"Do you ever get lonely?" he suddenly asked.

"What?"

"Well, you are living here alone in a huge penthouse. Do you get lonely?"

I chuckled slightly, "All the time, you learn to get used to it though."

"Do you want to eat your food in here with me........ you know so you don't have to do it alone."

"No, I prefer to be alone." I said.

"Why?"

"Sometimes it is just better to be alone. Nobody can hurt you." I said, then left before he could say something else.

I walked back into the kitchen and ate my food alone, then did the dishes. After that I went to bed, and just waited for the nightmares to come and take over me.