Learning to Love the Assassin

•Chapter 1•

•Chrystine's POV•

Henry, my master, came running towards me. He was covered in blood and he had bruises that covered his face and hands.
"Chrys... I'm sorry... Your parents..." He said and wrapped his arms around me.
"They're... Gone?" I questioned without tearing up. 'Don't cry' I kept telling myself, 'don't cry.'
He nodded and held me closer. I saw Boy behind him. Boy was a kid without a name. He showed up one day. We were best friends and trained together.

"I'm sorry, Chrys," Boy said and held his arms out so I could hug him. I accepted his offer of a hug and buried my face in his chest.
I pulled away and ran to my room. Why... Mom? Dad? I love you.

"Mom and dad!" I screamed as I woke up. "It was just a dream..."
"Chrys!" Boy said as he opened the door. I pulled my blonde hair out of my face so I could see. He was sitting by me on my bed. Boy was always there for me, through everything.
"You okay?" He asked and held me in his arms. I nodded and smelt his scent.
"It is cute when you smell me," he said and kissed my forehead.
"You smell like spring and happiness, how?" I asked. I act different around him when we are alone. I am happier, but around other people, I am serious and deadly. He chuckled.
"It is my body wash," he said and smelt me. "You smell like tears and vanilla." I laughed and snuggles closer. I have a soft side, even though I am the Crimsonblade.
"Okay, well I better get going," he said and started getting up.
"Stay!" I said and held onto his arm.
"I can't, you know what they will do. They don't like girls and guys together."
"Please," I said and begged. I made puppy eyes and quivered my bottom lip.
"Okay fine, but I am getting up early," he said and took off his shirt. He got under the covers and I laid my head on his chest.
"I love you, Chrys. I will always be there with you, even if I will be on the opposite side of the world," he said and kissed my forehead. It was true, I was going to Cedarville tomorrow and Boy was going somewhere in China.
"I love you too, Boy," I said and kissed his cheek.
"Stop calling me Boy, my real name is Jake," he said and smiled.
"You said you couldn't remember your name," I said and smiled.
"I did because I thought you guys would hurt me. I trust you and you are my best friend," he said and held me closer.
"Good Night, Jake," I said and fell asleep.

•Tyler's POV•

"Leave her alone!" I screamed at my dad. I walked into my living room to see my dad beating my 6 year old sister with a belt. I reacted like any brother would and punched him in the face.
"She needs to learn her lesson!" My dad screamed back at me. I punched him again, and again, and again. He cried in pain and my knuckles were cut open and bleeding.
"Don't ever touch Lucy again!" I screamed and slapped him one last time.
"Lucy," I said as sweet as possible.
"Ty!" She said and got up. She limped over to me and sat down next to me. I carried her to my car and took her to my friend, Scott's house. His mom was a nurse and his dad was a doctor. I knocked on the door with a sleeping Lucy in my arms.
"Tyler! Come in, I'll grab my mom," Scott said and ran down a hallway that lead to his parent's room. I carried Lucy upstairs and into my room. I stayed there a lot because of my dad. I laid her on the bed and wiped the blood of her cheeks from my knuckles.

"Tyler, what happened?" Maisy, Scott's mom asked. I told her the story while she worked on the wounds on my back.
"Well, her back has many wounds that will all probably scar, her ligament near her ankle is pulled very badly, and she needs stitches by her eyebrow and her chin. I'm so sorry, stay as long as you need," Maisy said and started cleaning my hands. I winced in pain and bit my lip. My dad can't fight back, but he can do damage to little girls. I hate him but my mom married him. Ever since she died, my life has been miserable. Scott's family took me, Lucy and my 10 year old brother, Kyle, in and took care of us while my dad got drunk and abused us.
"Can we stay forever?" Lucy asked in a weak and hurt voice. I stroked her tear stained face and kissed her head lightly.
"We can't, this is their house, not ours," I said and looked at Maisy.
"I don't care! Stay forever!" She said and pulled me into a hug."you are like my son. Where is Kyle?"
"Friends house," I said and got up from my chair. "Good Night."

I walked into the other guest bedroom since Lucy was using mine.
"Hey mom, good night. I miss you a lot. Please send. A miracle God, I need something to happen. Something big," I prayed. I do t usually. My mom was a Christian and I was too. Over the years, I grew away from religion. "Please help us, Lucy, me, and Kyle. We don't deserve to be treated like crap and beaten up by a drunk father. Amen."
I closed my eyes tightly and dreamed about a girl. She had long blonde hair, grey eyes with a little red in them, and was so beautiful. She was sitting on a hill holding a dagger and wearing a weird black and silver suit. She looked at me and pulled her hood on. She got up and I noticed what she was, an assassin. She held her dagger up in front of her face and her eyes turned all red, then she disappeared.

What just happened?